#jake Lockley x original female character

[athenaderiva]

Road trip

Jake Lockley x OFC

Word count: 500ish

Fluff, estranged family

“Pleaaaase,” Cassie begged. Jake sighed, mumbling under his breath as he gave in. Cassie grinned when she realised she had won and she ran over to him, jumping into his arms and peppering his face with kisses.

“One condition, mi vida.” He easily supported her weight, his arms wrapped under her thighs and around her waist. “You wear a blindfold until we leave the city and on the way back in. I don’t want Marc and Steven to know where I keep the limo, and I don’t want to risk you telling them.” Cassie nodded eagerly, just wanting to go on the roadtrip she had planned out with him.

True to his word, Jake blindfolded Cassie to take her to the garage that he kept the limo parked in. She had absolute trust in him as he led her through the city and eventually helped fold her into the passenger seat. He checked the route planned on her phone and he smiled, realising she had organised a roadtrip that would end with them in her northern hometown. He never expected her to share anything with him, let alone her home. He took the blindfold off her once they left London and she looked at him with something he couldn’t name.

Cassie couldn’t take her eyes off him as he drove them up the country, the 5 hour journey stretching to years. She watched the way his hands flexed around the wheel and occasionally one of them found its home on her thigh. They kissed at every traffic light and Cassie almost told him. But the words never quite made it past the lump in her throat.

They eventually pulled up outside her childhood home and she rolled the window down, smiling at the moving silhouettes in the window.

“Aren’t you going to go in?” Jake asked, his voice quieter than she expected. Cassie shook her head, not looking away.

“They haven’t seen me since before everything started. I don’t want to put them in danger. But sometimes I come up here to look in on them, to make sure everything is okay.” She sighed, finally tearing her eyes from the house to look at Jake with a small smile. “Thank you for coming with me. We can go find a hotel now or something.” She mumbled. Jake shook his head, turning the engine off and rolling her window up.

“You should speak with them. You think we don’t notice how much you miss them?” He said and Cassie shook her head. He ignored her, getting out of the car and coming round to her side. He practically dragged her out of the car and up to the house. “I - we - love you. And you’re hurting. You should let them know you’re okay at least.”

“I love you too, Jake.” Cassie mumbled as he rang the doorbell for her, putting his flat cap on her head. He wrapped his fingers around hers as the door opened and the man who answered it clapped his hand over his mouth.

“Cass… you’re here.”

“Hi, dad.” Cassie mumbled. Jake squeezed her hand and she took a deep breath, knowing she would be okay with him there next to her.

[rosecentaur1916]

Moon Knight System:

Series:

Initials of the Three Warnings:

SFW for now, but WILL be NSFW later! Soulmate AU

A mix of Soulmate AU Tropes: -Initials -Marks -Radio

Female Reader. Female pregnancy. Single Parenthood. Plus size reader. Death/Death like themes (The snap and blip) Grief Body Image Talk. Self depreciation. Inaccurate depiction of D.I.D. Mentions of polyamory General Angst Self doubt A bit of canon divergence. This takes place *WAY* after Cairo.

Spoiler alert for: “Captain America The First Avenger” “Captain America and the Winter Soldier” “Captain America Civil War” “Avengers: Infinity War” “Avengers: End Game” “Falcon and the Winter Soldier” And of course… “Moon Knight” Possible Spoilers For: “Black Widow”

Relationships:

Single Mom!Reader Plus Size!Reader x Steven Grant, Single Mom!Reader Plus Size!Reader x Marc Spector, Single Mom!Reader Plus Size!Reader x Jake Lockley Mentioned relationships: James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes x Reader Bucky x Reader Summary: "Soulmate AU with the Moonboys!

You are a curator for the Avengers Timeline for the Smithsonian they send you to London to work on the Avengers Exhibits there. While working in London, the last thing you expect in the world happens: You find your soulmates."

One Shots:

Ficlets:

Marc Spector:

Series:

One Shots:

The Labyrinth - Major Canon Divergence - Fem!Reader x Marc Spector - Super Hero!Reader x Marc Spector - Original Villain Character - Angst with Comfort - Canon typical violence - Language Summary: "You and Moon Knight are on a job when you get separated. Will you make it back to him, or will the Game Master win? Will you figure your way out of the Labyrinth or be lost forever?" The Anniversary Warnings: - Fem!Reader x Marc Spector - Death - Dying - Grief - Flashbacks - Medical Terminology - Papa used as a term for Father *not* Grandpa - Angst - Hurt/comfort - Fluff Summary:

"The anniversary of your Papa's death is today. You didn't think it was today. You weren't paying attention so it takes you by surprise. You start to grieve afresh, and Marc is there for you."

Ficlets:

Steven Grant:

Series:

One Shots:

Ficlets:

Autumning in Love Warnings: -Fem!Reader x Steven Grant - Lots of playfulness - Fluff - Slight public sex, but it doesn't get that far. - Mentions of Marc and Jake. Summary: "You and Steven enjoy a lovely fall day together in London, full of hot drinks, a cemetery tour, fun, games and most of all: Making love."

Jake Lockley:

Series:

One Shots:

Ficlets:

Silent Affection Warnings: - Enby!Reader x Jake Lockley - Fluff Summary: "You and Jake just want some love and affection after a hard day at work." Dividers by: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more Please Reblog Divider by @cafekitsune

[justagirlinafandomworld]

January in Real Life was tough. Busy and tough. But January on our dear hellsite was a blast! There are so many great stories I was able to dive into this month that I'm thrilled to share with you. A great big thank you to all the writers on this list for sharing your creations with us. This is something that you choose to do with your spare time and I'm so thankful for you. ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character.

Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Read what you like and share what you love!

2023 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

Happy Reading!

Marvel

The Monster Inside of My Head series by @beccaanne814 Bucky Barnes x Reader As a young child, you see your parents murdered in front of you. What happens when the monster from your nightmares comes back into your life? Warnings: provided at the start of each chapter.

Wave of Mutilation by @girl-next-door-writes Bucky Barnes x Reader In his efforts to make amends, Bucky comes to the one name on the list he is not sure he will ever be able to forgive himself for. Warnings: None provided

But We Lost It by @princessmisery666 Steve Rogers x Reader Steve can save the world, but can't save his own. Warnings: angst, break-up, unresolved angst, not a happy ending.

Start Again by @wkemeup Steve Rogers x Reader A chemical spill, uncontrollable desires rushed to the surface, an unbridled need, and the consequences in the aftermath  warnings: SMUT (18+), sex pollen (dub/con), a very slight dom!steve, angst, absolute filth

Start Again II by @wkemeup Steve Rogers x Reader You and Steve deal with the aftermath of the pollen warnings: SMUT (18+), perceived sexual assault (by steve), self loathing af steve rogers, making up for lost time, a very fluffy ending

Hymnostic by @heli0s-writes Steve Rogers x Reader Request: I would sacrifice like thirty virgins for a Steve body worship fic 🥲 (Also I agree with u he would be more of a giver than a receiver imo) Warnings: 18+ ONLY.

The Little Things in Life series & the drabble that inspired it by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor dark!Steve Rogers x Reader Your suburban life begins to show cracks and your next door neighbour, Steve Rogers, seems intent on shattering what’s left. Warnings: non-consent sex

Turn the Lights Down Low by @slyyywriting Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers James introduces you to his best friend Steve. Warnings: possessive Bucky, Steve being shameless, blowjob in a limo while someone watches, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering and vaginal penetration, daddy kink

Because you were kidnapped and I won't let anyone else get to you again by @softlyspector Marc Spector/Jake Lockley/Steven Grant x Reader Hurt/comfort - Because you were kidnapped, and I won’t let anyone else get to you again? + Steven Grant and Marc Spector (with a hint of Jake).Warnings: None provided

Supernatural

Breaking by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/N and Dean play some pool; who's the winner? Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. Very little plot to the porn here. Rough, intense sex, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving) dirty talk, it's all Yvette's fault.

The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas series by @deanwinchesterswitch Dean Winchester x Original Female Character Dean’s holiday spirit is nowhere to be found. Fed up with his Grinch-like behavior, Nicole is determined to open his heart again to the wonders of the world around them and help him find joy in the Christmas season. Warnings: Fluff; Angst; Flirting-lots of flirting (sometimes sexually suggestive); Implied smut; Language (not too over the top); A bit of canon divergence

Crazy Angel by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x Reader Prompt/Request: baseball bat, apple, car… Warnings: smut, angst

Home by @talesmaniac89 Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her) Dean has tried and failed to make a home for himself and his brother. Until she walked into his life. Warnings: Dean questioning self worth, self sacrificial tendencies, feelings of displacement, injuries, some angst

Baby I Surrender by @girl-next-door-writes Dean Winchester x Reader Dean Winchester has a certain way of dealing with problems, either you fight them or you bottle them up and pretend they don’t exist. Either way, his latest problem looks like neither of these responses will provide a solution, so what if he just surrenders? Warnings: None provided.

Other Fandoms

The Other Half series by @youvebeenlivingfictional Bruce Wayne x Reader You glance at the man, then freeze, eyes widening. There’s no way that the goddamn Prince of Gotham is on your counter right now. Luckily for you, he’s focused on the tie clips. Maybe he knows you’re staring and is just ignoring it. Maybe he’s just so used to the sensation that he simply doesn’t register it anymore. Warnings: Explicit. 18+ Only. Canon-typical violence, angst, fluff, explicit sexual content

Enkindle by @oscarseyebrow Din Djarin x Female Reader Warnings: explicit smut, fingering, unprotected p-in-v, dirty talk, friends to lovers, one bed, cursing, slight hint of din not being an experienced kisser.

Presents by @fluffiest-dreams Eddie Munson x Reader (she/her) Eddie asked her to close her eyes.Warnings: none proivded.

Battlefield by @girl-next-door-writes Geralt x Reader When you feel a battle brewing you reach out to the people you believe could help, only you are not entirely sure the one person you want to see will show up for you. Warnings: none provided.

All For You by @cockslutpadalecki Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader You’ll never be able to tell Jake just how broken you truly are without him. Just how much you still love him. And the constant cycle of pushing him away before begging for his touch at 2am will never end until you can. Warnings: heavy angst, smangst, lots of sexual tension, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

Not Okay by @princessmisery666 Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader He says he's okay, but you know better. Warnings: angst.

[ao3feed-moonknight]

The Children of the Moon

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MV9WvzC by WhiteWidowBlackWolf Tony Stark has an older daughter, Genevieve Maria Selene Stark. And boy has life put her through it. Its quickly approching on 5 years since Thanos snapped half the universe away and murdered her husband, Loki and their unborn child. To say things haven't been easy is a severe understatement. So like a good Stark, she threw herself into work and thats how she found herself paired with two unlikely fellows neck deep in a mission that involves magic, monsters, and evil scientists. And at the heart of the issue are six innocent little kids who are quickly runing out of time to be saved. While still struggling with her own demons, is it possible to still be the hero everyone sees her as or will she surrender to the darkness trying to eat her whole.... After all is there even really a point to life if your heart stop beating and froze over? Words: 2642, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 12 of WOLF IN THE SHADOWS Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Ghost Rider (Marvel Comics), Moon Knight (TV 2022), X-Men (Movieverse), Werewolf By Night (2022) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Original Female Character(s), Moon Knight (Marvel), Jake Lockley, Johnny Blaze, Man-Thing (Marvel), Jack Russell (Marvel), Werewolf by Night (Marvel) - Character, Khonshu (Marvel) Relationships: Jake Lockey & Reader, Ghost Rider & Reader, Ghost Rider & Original Female Chracters, Johnny Blaze & Original Female Character(s), Moon Knight (Marvel) & Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Post-Thanos's Snap (Marvel), Reader is Tony Stark's Daughter, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, What Happened During The 5 Year Gap, Between Avengers: Infinity War (Movie) and Avengers: Endgame (Movie), All Work & No Play, Reader Has Powers, reader is an avenger, Action/Adventure, Suspense, Alternate Universe, Marvel Alternet Universe, mcu - Freeform, Past Tramas, Past Relationship(s), Swearing, Dialogue Heavy, Emotional Hurt, Established friendships, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Child Abuse, Grief/Mourning, Angst and Tragedy, Magic-Users, Witchcraft & Science read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MV9WvzC

[blackleatherjacketz]

Oscar Isaac Character Masterlist

Moon Knight

Steven Grant x Reader

Not Mine

Marks On My Collarbone

Jake Lockley x Female Reader

Call A Cab

The Moon Boys (Steven, Marc, Jake) x Female Reader

Torn

Show Me

Marc Spector x Female Reader

Battle Born

Jake Lockley x Original Female Character

Head Start

Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse

Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader

Mouthy

Nocturne

Slick

Triple Frontier

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Female Reader

Favorite

Star Wars

Poe Dameron x Female Reader

Ice Queen

Sucker Punch

Blue Jones x Female Reader

Squeaky Wheel 

Agora

Orestes x Female Reader

When In Rome

[holly-poly]

Nomination Clarifications #2

We're now at about 340 fandoms and 1978 ships nominated. And we've currently got another 41 fandoms to look at. We have a countdown here for how long until nominations close. Update on the glitch that was happening - it was mainly happening to Marvel 616 nominations, with a couple of Stargate ships also rejected. Thankfully, AO3 support was able to change the rejected nominations back to not rejected for us, so people should be seeing Marvel 616 nominations going through okay now. We have a few fandoms we want input on since we're not familiar with them and what level of shared characters and canon there is. Firstly, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series) and Pokemon Rangers, would fan of these recommend combining into a general Pokemon (Video Games) category or keeping them separate? We also have a number of Yu-Gi-Oh Anime & Manga fandom nominations, which we're currently assuming probably ought to be kept as separate but would appreciate input on whether that is best too: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS, Yu-Gi-Oh! GX, Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V, Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga), Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's, Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal and Yu-Gi-Oh! - All Media Types.

More individual nominations clarification questions below the keep reading cut.

If you nominated Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson)/Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson)/Dick Grayson (DCU) under Crossover - Fandom, can you let us know if you mean Percy Jackson books, films or any version. If you nominated Clint Barton (Marvel)/Kurt Wagner (Marvel)/Dick Grayson (DCU) under Crossover - Fandom, can you let us what you mean by Marvel - is it MCU, X-Men Original or Alternate timeline movies, or if comics which Marvel comics universe. If you nominated Kurt Wagner (Marvel)/Pietro Maximoff (Marvel)/Dick Grayson (DCU)/Wally West (DCU) under Crossover - Fandom, can  you let us what you mean by Marvel - is it MCU, X-Men Original or   Alternate timeline movies, or if comics which Marvel comics universe. If you nominated MacGuyver (MacGuyver)/Tony Stark (MCU)/Bruce Wayne (DCU) under Crossover - Fandom, we assume you mean Angus "Mac" MacGyver but could you let us know if you mean MacGyver (1985 TV series) or MacGyver (2016 TV series) or either of them. If you nominated The Doctor/Jack Harkness/River Song/Rose Tyler under Doctor Who, please clarify what version of the The Doctor you're referring to. If you nominated The Doctor/The Master/The Rani under Doctor Who, please clarify what version of the The Doctor, The Master, and The Rani, you're referring to. If you nominated Tegan Jovanka/Nyssa of Traken/Any Female Character(s) under Doctor Who, do you mean any canon female characters or literally any female characters, including original female character(s). If you nominated Peter Parker (Spider-Man 2001)/Peter Parker (The Amazing Spider-Man)/Peter Parker (MCU) under Marvel Cinematic Universe, we assume you probably mean the Tobey Maguire version from Spiderman 2002 and Andrew Garfield Spiderman for the first two characters since they have appeared in the MCU but please can you confirm. If you nominated Clint Barton (MCU)/Pietro Maximoff (MCU)/Pietro Maximoff (X-Men: Alternate Timeline Movies) under Marvel Cinematic Universe, we assume you meant Peter Maximoff from X-Men but wanted to check since there's also Pietro Maximoff in WandaVision as played by Evan Peters and this was nominated under MCU. If you meant Peter Maximoff from X-Men, we would probably consider this a crossover ship instead, although feel free to put forth why you believe it belongs in the MCU and we may reconsider that. If you nominated Adil/Abigail Bellweather/Gregoria Shellbark/Tally Craven under Motherland: Fort Salem (TV), can you confirm if you meant to type Gregorio Shellbark or is Gregoria another character? If you nominated Marlene Alraune/Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector under Moon Knight (TV), can you confirm whether Marlene Alraune actually appears in the TV show? From what we could tell looking online it looked like she wasn't, which would make this a crossover ship instead, but none of the mods have seen it yet to be sure. If you nominated Darlene Conner/Molly Tilden/Marcy (Roseanne) under Roseanne, could you confirm if you mean the character Marcy Bellinger who appears on the related show of The Connors or another character? If you nominated Hernando Fuentes/Lito Rodriguez & Daniela Velasquez under Sense8, please can you edit that to be a  "/" rather than a "&". If you  want to request that a relationship be asexual/queerplatonic/etc., then  that's something to include in your details when signing up. If you nominated Zakia Asalache/Capheus Onyango/Jela/Jela's wife under Sense8, can you confirm if you mean Eleana for Jela's wife? If you nominated Raffi Musiker/Seven of Nine/B'Elanna Torres AU under Star Trek: Classic Timeline, can you clarify what you mean by B'Elanna Torres AU. If it's an AU version of her from a particular episode the episode name added would help identify who you mean. If you nominated Raffi Musiker/Seven of Nine/B'Elanna Torres freeform under Star Trek: Classic Timeline, can you clarify what you mean by freeform, is this referring to the AO3 tag as a freeform tag or something else? If you nominated Padmé Amidala/handmaidens under Star Wars - All Media Types, do you mean handmaidens generally or did you mean specifically Royal Naboo Handmaiden Characters. If you nominated Ivan Vorpatril/Byerly Vorrutyer/OMC under Vorkosigan Saga - Lois McMaster Bujold, did you mean Original Male Character(s) or something else? If you nominated Elizabeth Burke/Peter Burke/Neal Caffrey and Neal Caffrey/Mozzie under White Collar,  please can you edit that to be all one ship using a  "/" rather than two linked with an and. If you  want to request that parts of an OT4 relationship be asexual/queerplatonic/etc., then  that's something to include in your details when signing up. If you have any questions about what fandom to use when making   nominations, or any other questions in general, please feel free to   leave a comment on this post. You can also send an e-mail to holly.poly.exchange@gmail.com. Collection: https://ao3.org/collections/holly_poly_2022 Tag Set: https://archiveofourown.org/tag_sets/12906 Tumblr: https://holly-poly.tumblr.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/holly_poly_ex

[waterme-stories]

My Ageplay May 2022 Masterlist

I can't believe I managed the whole month! I had a blast, and writing 100 word drabbles has really tightened up my writing. Here are all my works!

"Unforgettable You"

E, 1100 words, Wade Wilson x Peter Parker No Way Home spoilers, Underage, Daddy Kink

(read on Ao3) (#apm: unforgettable)

Peter likes bubble baths, but pretends he doesn't. Wade knows what growing up too fast looks like, and it looks like Peter. (Spideypool, post-No Way Home)

"Lolita, Beloved"

E, 1100 words, Original Female Character x Original Male Character Sexual Ageplay, Daddy Kink, CNC

(read on Ao3) (#apm: lolita beloved)

They say I am too old to be held, but you hold me like the vast sea holds the tiniest fish. (Original Work)

"Tiny Observations"

E, 1100 words, Nathan Summers x Wade Wilson x Peter Parker Sexual Ageplay, Daddy Kink, Switching, CNC

(read on Ao3) (#apm: tiny observations)

Peter, Wade, and Nate have a few small adventures. (The Spideypool Holiday special. Spideypool, Cablepool, Peter Parker/Bruce Banner)

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Tiny Observations One Shots:

"Bring Your (Inner) Child To Work Day" (Bruce Banner x Peter Parker) E, 1770 words, dubious consent fantasy, sexual ageplay

Peter owes Dr. Banner a big thank you.

"Soak" (Nathan Summers x Wade Wilson) E, 476 words, watersports, sexual ageplay

Nate forces Wade to be his messy, messy baby.

"Only A Paper Moon"

T, 648 words, Marc Spector x Steven Grant x Jake Lockley Non-Sexual Ageplay, DID System Dynamics

(read on Ao3)

Steven just wants to give Marc a few good childhood memories. Sometimes, even the best laid plans change… (Moon Knight System, "Chosen Family")

[kitty-lunaz]

The loss of heroes

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             Definitions

 

PTSD-. (is a mental health condition that's triggered by a terrifying event — either experiencing it or witnessing it. Symptoms may include flashbacks, nightmares and severe anxiety, as well as uncontrollable thoughts about the event.

D.I.D- “a mental disorder characterized by the maintenance of at least two distinct and relatively enduring personality states.”

P.P.D- (depression suffered by a mother following childbirth, typically arising from the combination of hormonal changes, psychological adjustment to motherhood, and fatigue.) 

Depression-Depression is a mood disorder that causes a persistent feeling of sadness and loss of interest. Also called major depressive disorder or clinical depression, it affects how you feel, think and behave and can lead to a variety of emotional and physical problems

Schizophrenia- schizophrenia (a serious mental disorder in which people interpret reality abnormally. Schizophrenia may result in some combination of hallucinations, delusions, and extremely disordered thinking and behavior that impairs daily functioning, and can be disabling).  

Hallucinations- perception of objects with no reality usually arising from disorder of the nervous system

Conventions-A convention, in the sense of a meeting, is a gathering of individuals who meet at an arranged place and time in order to discuss or engage in some common interest. Valkyrior- Within the context of Marvel's shared universe, the Valkyrior is a group of female warriors led by Brunnhilde / Valkyrie that was originally designated by Odin to bring the souls of slain heroes to Valhalla.

God Khonshu- Khonsu (Ancient Egyptian: ḫnsw; also transliterated Chonsu, Khensu, Khons, Chons or Khonshu) is the Ancient Egyptian god of the Moon.

Inertia- a tendency to do nothing or to remain unchanged.

Iron man’s addiction- alcoholism

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Hero a person who saves others. What about the kids who don’t have their hero. What about the kids whose hero was iron man, captain America, Thor, hulk, people like that? Our heroes are gone and we don’t have hope anymore. People say it's all going to be ok, we’ll be ok but what about when we lost all hope. What about those of us whose heroes we remembered as the creations of stan lee. Imagine the silence that has echoed for almost two years and it is still here. It’s not going away. The yelling of the depressed scared kids comes across deafened ears. Our pain fills our ears, mouths, and brains its overriding everything we’ve got left.

Young people now barely past 23 still choke on the mornings of a certain September day. Seeing a corrupt country that still somewhat loved its country shattered to its bones. Broken-down voicemails of a man giving up his right to a family. People staring out windows as a pair of buildings seen as a CenterPoint of a nation crumbles to ash and death stung the air.

Kids shaking in fear as another child points a gun at them. Their last moments in a place that swore it would protect them. Their heads screaming a blissful cry of fear at finally not having to fear this moment again. Yet crying out for someone like their own ‘friendly neighborhood Spiderman’ to come and save them.

So many of us thinking maybe just maybe if ‘so and so heroes’ were real maybe things would be better. Maybe if they were, daddy/ mommy would’ve made it home because they could’ve stopped the fire, the crash, the shooting. Maybe if they were real we could go to conventions and have them give us another reason to smile.

Our generations need so many heroes, heroes like Valkyrie who shows strength in not only being a beautiful woman of color, a leader of the Valkyrior, and a woman who is on the LGBT spectrum. We need heroes some like Deadpool who talk people from jumping off buildings those who remind us we might not be great people but we can change and better ourselves. We need heroes like Moonlight, wonder woman, or Daredevil each of these three has different illnesses I will do a quick explanation of their illnesses, but we need heroes like this who remind us and tell us that it is ok. That even heroes aren’t perfect they are ‘human’ in so many cases.

Moonlight who is a male character who supposedly was given powers to him by an ancient Egyptian God Khonshu. He has been depicted as having D.I.D.  He has also been shown hallucinating to the point that in certain comics even the reader becomes confused: Did he ever even have powers in the first place? What is he truly experiencing? There is cases wherein extreme fear of situations he takes on other personalities for long periods. His most notable secondary persona is Jake Lockley. Some even theorizing he may have a form of schizophrenia.

  Wonder woman is a non-human who has a human appearance. She experiences a few mental illnesses although compared to some heroes they seem to lackluster and nonserious. Yet although hers are less than painful than some that does not mean they aren’t important just rather a different type. One said illness a very common one in heroes P.T.S.D. For her she had been living her life believing one thing only to find a large portion of the place the memories took place in being false. This and a mix of other things she has experienced sent her into a level of shock which sent her into a catatonic state. She would experience things such as hallucinations of a snake that came out of her arm and would talk to her. (Do not do what she did to help hers see a therapist for help if you can.) She ended up as much as some with an illness like P.T.S.D can she cured herself by doing a form of self-exploration. 

 

   Daredevil is a different character. His mental illness isn’t his only illness though. Matthew Murdock is a blind lawyer.  He is an extremely interesting character being born from a poor family. His mother started experiencing P.P.D. This led to her attacking matt as young age her husband jack stopped the attack in turn she left and joined a covenant in which later on would meet and connect back with matt. The more important part of that is rather that he could inherit depression. Later on, in his life this mattering on which version his dad who was a boxer would be killed for not throwing a fight. Either being a gymnast/Boxer as a child or be taught by the character stick. Either way, he would at some point lose his sight from trying to save a man from a chemical spill. This would aide in his fighting ability because of his enhanced senses. Yet as with many superheroes’ death plagued him like his own shadow. His two lovers both killed by a very common villain named kingpin. Depression would become an illness he is constantly fighting. A section a comic would show in a set of three panels of his fist seeming to push through a thick layer of a gelatin-like substance that didn’t want to bend. This representing the battle against depression the words accompanying this would hit home for many.  “Get up you have momentum now, don’t let the shadows pull you back in. Inertia is the enemy; do something, move. Move Matthew”

  This is not to say generations raging back long before D.C. was even an idea didn’t need heroes. Yet rather than their issues were different not to say they didn’t deserve them. Those times didn’t have them and then seemingly losing them.  Logically they probably did posters for survival and fighting spirit but they could see and hold the hope themselves without needing to hear things like this to believe they were safe…

  “I am iron man” and think that he will protect me even through a screen or comic book page.

  “I could do this all day” Imagining him using his shield to protect you from bullets physical and metaphorical.

  “With great power comes great responsibility” Knowing that he’ll catch you as you fall into your depressive episodes.

  “Odin’s beard!” Knowing that although he could be doing other things there were those with powers to hurt yet use them to help

  “Excelsior!” That no matter what there will be hope and there will be those willing to save you in the darkest times.

  Now “I am iron man” echoes in pained breaths. “I could do this all day” feels more like a mock of how hard our lives trying to break us down. “Odin’s beard!” Feels like lightning piercing the heart knowing it may never sing out its call again. “Excelsior!” Now there’s an emptiness it licks at the ears, eyes, brain, and heart and it feels like it will never refill.

The face of hope seems stripped away now as a series of movies and characters have finally waved a long-awaited farewell. Wolverine said goodbye as time has gone on the x-men series slowly seemed to lose its tact yet there was always a joy knowing there was a mix of different people keeping us all safe.

  Iron man gave his most graceful goodbye, and now his addiction seems more appealing so there’s still a connection. America placed his shield away and watched his sunset, now fighting so that way someone is protecting others seems kind. Thor laughed booming and it echoes trying to claw anything close enough to that joy one last time.

  Memories of our heroes will always be here leaving an aching in the lungs.

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The Blood Lake

Chapter Three

A second chance. Violence.

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Masterlist

Marc did something stupid.

Chasina hummed to herself as she stepped over the threshold of her cabin, symbols lighting up all over her walls. She watched each one fade into nothing as she closed the door behind her. One symbol was still glowing when she turned back to her wall and she frowned, walking closer to it. Intruder. She pulled her mask back over her head and pulled her sword free. Her other hand began to glow and the energy once again spiked from her hand to the ground, creating a perfect image in her mind of her surroundings. The silhouette of Moon Knight came into her ‘vision’ and she sighed.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, not bothering to ask how he found her after him learning who she was.

“You threatened me last time I saw you. And right after I rescued you.” His voice was harsher than usual and she rolled her eyes. “I can’t let you arrest me. I’ll be executed and I can’t let that happen, I can’t let what I’m trying to do fail.”

“You sound exactly like Harrow, you realise that? You’re not going to make the world better, you’re going to destroy it.” Her voice was softer than she expected and it made him stumble back.

“I am nothing like Harrow. He wants to cleanse the world. We’re trying to fix it.” He hissed, though his voice sounded different. Chasina removed her mask, putting the sword back in her scabbard. He appeared to have changed, his posture was less certain, his hands were fidgeting, his gaze was darting across the room.

“Leave. This is the only time I will ask. If I have to ask again, I will be taking you down and taking you in. You get one chance to go peacefully, because I really don’t want to have to clean blood off my floor and my walls, and I feel that something has changed in the last sixty seconds.” The masked man nodded, vanishing and she frowned at his retreating figure. Something had definitely changed.

“Look, Steven, you can’t take over like that. We should’ve taken out the threat there and then.” Marc hissed at his reflection in the lake. Steven was glowering at him and Jake was shaking his head with barely constrained laughter. We were at her home, Marc. Did you not see all the symbols on the walls when she stepped through the door? We would’ve been obliterated. Steven argued. He’s right. She’d have killed us if we didn’t back down, and we know for a fact that you wouldn’t have backed down. Marc glared at them both, crouching down closer to the water. “We can’t fix this doomed world if she doesn’t give us space to do that and she insists on stop-” Marc. You’re the one who was taken aback by her softness and gave enough space for Steven to take over. Jake interrupted, a shiteating grin spreading across his face. Marc’s glare somehow got even deeper. Steven shrugged. The real question is why did she let us go? Marc hesitated. “It doesn’t matter. We’re behind schedule.” He huffed, reforming his armour around his body, setting off deeper into the forest.

Jake was in control by the time they arrived at the sorceress’s hut. He knocked once, twice, three times on the old wooden structure and the door swung open, revealing the woman he’d met in a tavern a long time ago.

“It’s really you… I didn’t think you were ever coming.” Sabrina whispered. She cleared her throat and stepped back, letting him in and he smiled under the mask. “How have you lived this long?”

“I’m lucky.” She nodded, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she glanced to the side behind him. His eyes narrowed but he said nothing. “Do you have it?” He asked, brushing past her and her breath hitched in her throat as his mask vanished.

“Oh! Of course! I said I’d hold onto it for you.” She stumbled over her words and her feet as she rushed to find the jewel he had been looking for. “The only true blood diamond that was owned by the Wild Hunt.” She confirmed as she passed it to him. “So, is that all you came for?” She asked and he shook his head absentmindedly, examining the diamond. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered, stepping back as she created a portal and he sighed, tucking the diamond into his sleeve.

“No, Sabrina, you’re not. But you’re about to be.” Jake said, turning to face her with a disapproving frown plastered on his face. He pulled the crescent shape blade loose from the chest piece of his armour and he was in front of her before she could step into the portal, slashing her cheek. She cried out, dropping to the floor in shock as she clutched at her face. He chuckled, almost enjoying seeing her beneath him. “Unfortunately, Sabrina, sorceresses are part of the plague that is destroying this world, as you just proved. We were just having a friendly exchange and you threatened me.” He tutted, crouching down to eye level. “Why did you have to do that, Sabrina?” She stifled a sob as she tried to scurry away from him, footsteps running into the hut and Jake sighed again. “What a pity.” He stood, stamping on her ankle to still her as she screamed in pain and he turned to see three village boys. “We don’t have to do this.” He said, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m just here for the sorceress.”

“You can’t hurt her and get away with it!” The bravest of the lads said, his voice shaking. Jake chuckled, unaware of Sabrina reaching for something and tapping a symbol on the floor.

“Let’s get this over with, boys.”

Chasina sprinted through the forest, not having bothered with her mask. She ran as fast as she could, ignoring the howls surrounding her. The light of the full moon lit her way as she tore through the undergrowth, clearing a lake with a single jump. By the time she made it to the hut, there were three dead men, a portal flickering, Sabrina on the floor, and Moon Knight, unmasked. Her eyes narrowed.

“Back away from her.” His shoulders tensed, turning to face her with shock written across his features clear as day. She blinked, not having expected the face that she saw looking back at her.

“I wouldn’t step any closer unless you want to die, parajito.” the man snapped. His voice was different, a look of calculated cruelty in his eyes that would’ve scared her on a more dangerous man. Chasina tilted her head, taking another step forward.

“Let Sabrina go.” Her voice was empty as she pulled her sword free and manoeuvred until she was between him and the sorceress. He watched every move she made, trying to figure out what she would do next as the tip of her sword pressed against the underside of his chin.

“¿Estás tratando de obtener una reacción de mi parte?” He whispered, a dangerous glint in his eyes. She narrowed her gaze as Sabrina began to crawl towards the portal.

“No. But I am distracting you, aren’t I?” Chasina asked with a small smile as she realised his breathing pattern had changed, ever so slightly. The portal fizzed shut and the smile dropped as she picked up her foot and slammed it into his knee.

“Fuck!” The tip of her sword nicked his chin as he stumbled back, dropping his leg out from under him. “That’s not fair, parajito.” He snapped. Chasina shrugged, moving her sword into a defensive hold as she watched him regain his balance.

“All is fair in war, Moon Knight.”

“I think you forget part of that phrase on purpose, parajito.” He lunged, slamming his elbow into her wrist and her sword slipped from her grasp. He threw punch after punch, all of which Chasina evaded as though she was stepping through a dance. How many times have we done this? Steven wondered. Too many. End the threat. Marc snapped and Jake rolled his eyes. Chasina hesitated for a split second but it was long enough. A blow caught the centre of her chest and she flew backwards, coughing and wheezing. Before she could stand his fingers were wrapped around her throat, lifting her into the air and slamming her against the wall. “Hoy te toca perder.” He whispered.

Chasina stared at him, golden defiance burning in her eyes. Jake stared back, entranced by the change in colour, as her fingers inched closer to his hand even as her lungs began to burn. Jake. Jake watch o- Chasina smiled, gripping his wrist as her hand began to glow and heat poured from her skin to his. He shrieked in pain, letting go of her and she smiled as she landed on her feet. Before he could recover she drew a quick symbol in the air that he didn’t recognise and he found it was impossible to move.

“I’ve never lost to you. And I don’t intend to start now.” She whispered, binding him and lifting him as though he weighed nothing. Her fingers pressed into his neck and his vision turned dark.

“Fuck!” Marc mumbled as he woke up, surrounded by 3 grey walls and a metal door. “Fuck!” He yelled, making everyone else in the cell turn to him in displeasure.

“Shut it, or the guard’ll come back and take our food from us.” One of them hissed and Marc glared at him.

“That won’t be my problem for long.” Marc grumbled, analysing the structure of the cell as he began to pace.

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Translation - ¿Estás tratando de obtener una reacción de mi parte? - are you trying get a reaction out of me?

Parajito - little bird

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The Blood Lake

Chapter Two

An escape. A reveal. A lot of italics.

Blood Lake masterlist

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Chasina was moving on pure instinct, hearing her armour call out to her, begging for her to find it. She knew that Moon Knight was following her, but she had no idea why he was helping her. It didn’t matter. She had to get out. She could hear the blood pumping through her veins, could feel her strength returning as she grew closer and closer to her armour and her weapons.

“And where are you sneaking off to?” Chasina looked over her shoulder to see Kenneth and she smiled. “I’ve got something for you from the Master.”

“If it’s more of the Ammitryne, I’ll have to decline. But thanks for the offer.” Kenneth chuckled mirthlessly as he stalked closer, syringe in hand and Chasina eyed him wearily.

“I’m thinking you blowing the door off your cell and breaking your cuffs was all the Chaos you managed to regain control of, otherwise you’d already be gone.” Kenneth sneered, his lip curling up into a smirk. “So you should really behave, little songbird, and then we can all go about this much easier. What do you say?”

“I say that you underestimate me.” Chasina snapped. “But also that you’re assuming that I did those things. Who’s to say there isn’t a traitor in your midst? Someone who slipped through the cracks, or someone who was forced to help you.” Kenneth paused, his smirk faltering and Chasina smiled. She moved in close and slammed her elbow into his nose, the shock making him drop the syringe. She caught it and plunged it into his thigh, pushing the dose into his veins as he sank to the ground, wisps of fire dying his hand as the purple liquid took effect. “Sweet dreams, Kenneth.” She said, gently laying him down. She paused, tilting her head until she heard the song of her armour again and she darted down another hallway. She couldn’t hear Moon Knight’s footsteps but she knew he was close behind her.

You were wrong, Steven. She doesn’t need any help at all. Marc nodded in agreement with Jake, though he disapproved of the amount of admiration Jake had in his voice, as Chasina disappeared around another corner. We should still make sure she definitely leaves. Just because she could take one person doesn’t mean she can’t be overwhelmed. “Yeah, yeah, Steven, I’m making sure she leaves. Even if it means we don’t get Harrow.” Marc grumbled as he finally caught up to her. She was tightening the straps on her armour as he froze, staring at her mask. “No, no, no, no, no.” He mumbled, unable to tear his gaze from her as she attached her scabbard to her belt “No, no, no, no, no!” He huffed and she turned to stare at him.

“Thank you, Moon Knight. Next time I see you, I’m arresting you. But as a thank you, I’ll let you go this time.” Chasina - the Songbird of Bastet, Steven corrected- smiled, vanishing out the nearest window. He ran over and leaned out to see that she had already disappeared from sight.

Did we just help the one person who insists on doing their job properly and arresting us? Yeah… sorry. Marc swore as he heard running footsteps and he jumped through the window, using his cape to stick the landing and he ran for the treeline.

Chasina paused, leaning against a wall as she panted for breath. The sun had long since set and despite her blessed armour, she was beginning to feel the cold of the night. She couldn’t risk lighting a fire. Not yet. Not less than a day’s ride from Harrow’s apparent fortress. She sighed and tugged her mask from her face, clutching it to her chest as her hair tumbled free and she tucked it behind her ears. She stared up at the moon and stars, wondering if the gods were watching, her vision blurry from being obscured by the mask for so long. She almost felt bad that she had deceived Moon Knight to get herself free but she knew what would’ve happened if he’d known who she was the whole time. The only downfall was that now he knew what she looked like and her name. “Fuck.” She mumbled, running her hand over her face and up to push her hair back.

You have to keep moving. Chasina nodded, shoving her mask back over her head and tucking her hair in it properly as she began to run again, releasing a flash of energy from her hand to the ground to keep ‘sight’ of her surroundings. Don’t lose focus or you’ll lose your ‘sight’. Stay aware of your surroundings. “That’s a lot easier if you’re not nattering at me!” Chasina huffed in between breaths as she sprinted, leaping over roots and rocks and rivers.

Soft white flakes began to float through the trees, landing in her hair. A howl hung heavy in the air and she smiled. A job. Another howl sounded, louder, to the west of her. Chasina slid her silver sword from the scabbard on her hip, stalking the sound with a small smile. She walked atop the snow without a trace, making no noise and leaving no prints. She whistled a single note and it reverberated around her, echoing through the trees. She followed the soundwaves, listening to how they echoed off the trunks, the branches, the ground. A flash of energy cascaded from her hand to the floor and created a perfect image of her surroundings within her mind. Ash trees, snow at least four inches thick beneath her boots, silver leaves, and a clearing straight ahead of her. In the centre of the clearing stood a minotaur. Through the arcane image, it looked nine feet tall, broad shouldered, covered in brown shaggy hair.

“The little songbird.” The beast managed to growl out. “Lot of people looking for you.” It grunted and Chasina tilted her head. “We in the forests hear things.”

“Thank you for the tip.” Chasina murmured, her sword resting easy in her grip. “The blood that’s matted in your fur. I take it some of it is yours? What does the rest belong to?” She asked, the stench of human corpses being carried to her on the wind. The minotaur hesitated. “Did you know that each species decomposes slightly differently? I say you’ve got less than a day before your den is overrun with ghouls, based on the smell of human corpses.” The minotaur’s nostrils flared and it lunged for her. She smiled under the mask as she ducked the flailing limbs and sliced up the beast’s stomach to its throat. She sighed, pulling a piece of cloth from her armour and wiping the blood off of her mask, shoving the cloth back in place. She pulled her mask over her head and blinked until her vision came back into focus, wiping her sword clean on the snow. The black blood of the minotaur continued to spill from its body and she sighed, shaking her head. “It’s truly a shame.” She murmured as she crouched down and reached out, closing its eyes.

Steven sighed as he took control of the body, the Moon Knight suit vanishing as he tumbled to his knees in the doorway of the room they were renting for the next few nights.

“Had a few too many?” Shut the fuck up! What the fuck would you know? Steven chuckled and shook his head at the passerby, ignoring Jake entirely as he stood and closed the door.

“Jake, mate, come on, you’ve gotta relax. We’re safe for a bit, you know that Layla spelled this place so that nobody who had ill intent toward any of us could get in. That includes the Songbird of Bastet, and Harrow.” He said quietly, staring into the mirror. Jake was glaring at him, but Marc was barely paying attention. “Marc?” I don’t trust Layla to have done it properly. Not since - since you broke her heart? Steven sighed, putting his face in his palm. “Layla is still our friend. She’s moved on, Marc.” But- “No. Layla has moved on. The room is protected. No buts, mate.” Marc sighed and Steven turned from the mirror, flopping down face first on the bed. Now that he had stopped running, he could feel how tired the body was, how the muscles ached, and he wasn’t going to put up with it any longer. It didn’t take long for sleep to take over his senses, and he hoped that Jake wouldn’t let Marc do anything stupid.

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The Blood Lake - MK!system x F!OC

So I’ve been working on this first chapter for a little while. If people want more, I’ll keep going with it.

The world is based off the Witcher (games) universe, at least a little bit.

Chasina has long been gifted at controlling Chaos, having been blessed by the Gods as a child. Moon Knight rescues her without realising that it’s her who works tirelessly to stop him from causing an apocalypse.

Enemies to lovers, redemption arc, the works.

This is chapter one

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Chasina winced as she woke up, her ears ringing and her head pounding. She reached to touch her temple but couldn’t move her arm close enough. She tugged her arm again and the sound of metal clanking made her finally open her eyes. Her wrists were cuffed to the damp, dark wall behind her. She could taste iron in her mouth and she spat blood onto the floor. “Hello?” she called out. “Where am I?”

“You’re awake.” An amused voice. She looked up to see a tall, lithe figure in the doorway. “Took you long enough. My Master was getting impatient.”

“Your Master?” Chasina scoffed as the elf stepped closer. “Who are you? Where am I?” She asked again, tugging on her restraints.

“Don’t you remember?” Chasina shook her head. “Oh well.” He turned to leave but paused, looking back at her with a toothy grin. “Don’t go anywhere.” She scowled at his back as he left.

“Don’t go anywhere.” she grumbled to herself with a roll of her eyes. She glanced around the room. There were no windows, the only light sources being the candles and a large fireplace. There was a sketch of a girl on the table and Chasina thought she looked vaguely familiar, though she had no idea where from. Long, curly hair fell down the girl’s shoulders, her eyes catlike, her skin covered in freckles. A shelf of glass vials that were filled with a glowing purple liquid. A syringe that seemed to have traces of the same liquid was also on the table. She closed her eyes, steadying her breath and focusing on the air filling and leaving her body.

“You look calm for someone who’s chained to a wall.” The voice was like nails on a chalkboard and Chasina couldn’t remember where she knew it from or why it annoyed her so. “Before you think about using your gifts to leave here, keep in mind that I’ve been looking for you for a very long time. Although the poster on the table may have given that away.” I’m the girl in the poster? She thought and she heard a chuckle from the elf who had been watching her.

“Master? She didn’t recognise herself in the sketch. I think that when your bounty hunter found her he did too much damage.” Chasina opened her eyes to stare at the new man in the room, her hazel eyes beginning to glow gold as she analysed him.

“Easy, easy. I just want to talk.”

“If you just want to talk, then why am I chained?” Chasina asked, her eyes closing again as she focused on the bubbly feeling coursing through her veins towards her hands. Her head tilted back slightly as her lips pursed.

“Think this through, Chasina. Do not use your gifts or I will be forced to use mine!” The man warned, his cane tapping against the floor. Her fingers wrapped around the metal on her wrists as he began to chant in a language she did not recognise. A tingling feeling ran through her body as her fingers got unusually warm. A sizzling sound overtook her senses and her eyes opened as what remained of the metal cuffs fell to the ground, burning bright orange. The man was kneeling on the ground with his cane in front of him but she batted it away, holding his chin up with her hand.

“Who are you? Why were you looking for me?” She asked quietly, the heat gone from her hands and her words.

“My name is Arthur Harrow. I was looking for you because you are extraordinary and I want your help.” He whispered. His guard stepped forward and Chasina’s gaze snapped to him, daring him to move closer.

“My help with what?”

“Making our world a paradise. Pulling out evil at its root, rather than watching it reign and then trying to do something about it.” Chasina let go of him, stepping back. He smiled and the ground behind him appeared to open and what appeared to be a hellhound leapt out. “You can help me with that. With your gifts nobody would oppose us.” Chasina swallowed, her gaze darting behind the advancing guard and hellhound. “Of course, you can choose not to help us. But you aren’t wearing your armour, you have no weapons and you’re not strong enough to use your gifts on us yet, not after melting the cuff, given what we injected you with a mere hour ago.”

“The purple liquid. You made a Chaos suppressant?” She whispered, stepping back again.

“So you’ll help us?” Arthur asked with a small smile. Chasina’s gaze hardened as the hellhound pounced and knocked her to the ground. Her arms instinctively blocked her throat and face as it lunged again, teeth tearing her skin.

“No.” She said through gritted teeth. Arthur sighed.

“I didn’t want to have to hurt you. You’re so talented. You could do so much good.” He said as the hellhound moved away. “You’ll change your mind, with time.” He murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Kenneth. Lock her up.” Arthur instructed as he stepped away. “And give her another dose of Ammitryne. That should keep her out of trouble for now.” The guard, Kenneth, nodded with a smile and moved toward her, picking up the syringe from the table. His movements were surprisingly graceful as Chasina stumbled over herself to back away from him. “It’s alright, it’s alright, little songbird. The Ammitryne won’t hurt. I don’t intend to hurt you.”

“Then don’t hurt me.” Chasina said after a pause. “It’s not difficult to not hurt someone. You just don’t hurt them.” Arthur chuckled, shaking his head.

“I wish it was that simple, songbird.” Arthur’s voice assaulted her. Kenneth smiled as he gripped her arm and pushed the needle through her skin. She grimaced and Arthur sighed as Kenneth pushed down on the syringe. “There we go. That’s better. We’re all much safer now.”

“Not all of us.” Chasina slurred, her head swimming as the room around her became blurry. The last thing she saw was Arthur smiling and Kenneth pulling her into his arms.

Marc stared through the window as the girl pounded on the door of the small room she had been locked in. She was screaming obscenities and threats in a language Marc didn’t understand. Jake laughed from within the headspace. Marc moved around the side of the building and hauled himself further up. He wasn’t there for random girls. Cmon, Marc, we can’t just leave her here. Steven’s voice cut through his thoughts and Marc huffed. “We’re here to do a job, Steven. Not to rescue anyone.” He’s right, Steven. We don’t help other people’s victims. We have a reputation to uphold. Jake’s voice added. Marc nodded as Steven huffed. Marc paused as he heard the familiar scratching of Arthur Harrow’s voice and he pushed himself against the wall of the building.

“The songbird will join us eventually. If we keep dosing her with Ammitryne, she’ll rely on us for her Chaos.” Fuck. He’s found a way to suppress Chaos? We need to get that girl out of there. Marc groaned. Marc, it’s not about helping her. It’s about stopping him from gaining another ally. Damn it. He has a point. Marc rolled his eyes.

“You two are agreeing on something?” He hissed, scoffing. He carefully climbed back down to the window of the room with the girl. “Hey.” She flinched and turned to look at him. “Why does he want you?”

“For my gifts. He thinks I can help him. But I refuse to kill innocent people for something that they might do one day.”

“Who are you?”

“Chasina.” She paused, and Marc watched her as she analysed him. “I need my armour and my weapons. I can’t leave without them.” She said and Marc groaned, jumping gracefully through the window and into the room.

“Fine. Where are they?” Chasina shrugged and Marc took a deep breath as Jake chuckled. “Of course you don’t know. Why would you?”

“They haven’t dosed me in a while. If you unchain me I can find them myself.” Chasina hissed.

“And if they see you?” She paused.

“Then I’m back in here with a few more bruises?” Marc rolled his eyes as he reached forward, easily breaking the cuffs open. “Thank you, stranger.” She said with a small smile, placing her palm flat on the door and after a moment it blew off of its hinges. She turned, winked at him, and vanished into the darkness of the corridors. We need to keep an eye on her until she’s gone, Marc. Otherwise they could take her again. Marc rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, following the woman as she darted through hallways seemingly at random.

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Head Start

Marc Spector x Vampire! Original Female Character x Jake Lockley

Summary: Marc revisits an old lover only to find out she’s changed in an unexpected way before Jake takes control.

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Smut, 18+ only, Teasing, Threatening, Vaginal fingering, Blood play, Biting, Vaginal sex, Scratching, Spanking, Masochism

Word Count: 2456

Tags: @letsby​ @likedovesinthewnd​

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She had felt him for days now, a dark presence in the back of her mind like a shapeless figure in the midst of a crowd or a skulking shadow in the corner of the room. His eyes always gave him away, endlessly dark orbs glowing with centuries of torment hiding beneath thick onyx curls. He attempted to cover them up with the brim of a ball cap or the shade of a hood as he slid in between each person like a knight on a chess board trying to reach the queen.

She would recognize him anywhere, from any distance apart or phase of the moon as she pretended not to notice him following her down the street, his quiet steps now incredibly audible to her new senses. These past few nights she couldn’t tell if she had been the one calling to him, or if it was the other way around. Visions of him lying beneath her clouded her mind as she lured other unsuspecting men to feed upon in the middle of the night, but none of them would do. None of them were him.

His careful footsteps were eventually drowned out by the deafening beat of his heart and a quick inhalation of his breath, halting as she took her chance to shorten the gap between them. She turned on her heel, advancing toward him just fast enough to pin him up against the wall with an elbow to his throat.

Those eyes of his became frantic, moving from side to side as he searched her face for an answer to her newfound strength. He blinked once, then twice, his face dropping a bit in realization before his gaze softened. “You’re different.”

It wasn’t a question.

“You too,” she whispered, noticing something off about the way his lips formed around his words as they rang in the air. Maybe it was a side effect of her new senses, or maybe it had been too long since she’d seen him. Either way, she could tell that something about him was strange.

“No,” he told himself, shaking his head slowly. “I killed him. I saw him! He turned to ash, to dust...” He remembered, disbelief weighing down his face as he continued to look her over.

“You were too late.” She relaxed her arm and let it rest on his chest, trying to ignore that heavy drum pounding against his ribs as the vibrations tingled into her fingertips. “The damage was already done when you got there.”

She chose not to remind him of the chaos he brought to her doorstep all those months ago. How the price she paid for a few nights of passion with him was steeper than any she could have ever imagined. That creature, that thing that took her life and gave her a new one was gone now, thanks to him. But he disappeared shortly after that too, leaving her to completely fend for herself with no one left to guide her.

“Let me see.” He grabbed her chin and squeezed her cheeks together until she finally opened her mouth, pushing up her lip to reveal a set of fangs. She tried to stop him, to pull away, but only aided him in spinning her around and against the wall. “Jesus,” he muttered, holding her still with his hips.

She watched as his lashes began to flutter, chestnut irises floating back into his head as the whites of his eyes eventually took over. His grip on her face only tightened as his lids closed all the way, their movement beneath his skin wild and erratic before shooting back open in an instant. His spine straightened out, his lips pursing together as he finally stared at her with the face she knew best.

“Jake?” She looked at him, confused, wondering if that white armor was going to start wrapping itself around his face and body, but it didn’t. He just held her there, the same as before but entirely different. “Jake, are you okay?”

He nodded and continued to press his thumb against her lips, tugging them apart to inspect every inch of her mouth before purposefully slicing his finger open on one of her fangs. He inhaled a little, but didn’t wince. The pain seemed like a mere drop in the bucket as he eagerly watched it drip onto her lips and tongue. Those eyes of his that she thought couldn’t get any darker seemed to black out entirely, holding her gaze as she tasted him. His salty hot liquid ran down the back of her throat as she wrapped her lips around his knuckle.

She could feel his heart beating slower now, more controlled as she drank, his flavor even more decadent than she could have imagined. Notes of rage and lust washed over her, resembling a hint of dark chocolate mixed in with iron and salt, but there was something else, something more. Another flavor followed, a sort of faint lemon tart and then a pumpkin, no… an autumn squash flavor that seemed to disappear just as quickly as it came on.

That’s funny, no one she’d fed on before had more than one flavor.

“So, what now, huh?” He brought her back to the moment, pulling his thumb out of her mouth as his skin healed itself almost immediately. “You’re one of them now because I fucked up?” He smoothed his fingers over her jawline and neck, feeling for where he knew her scar should be. “You get to live forever in exchange for human blood?”

“It doesn’t have to be human,” she whispered, gasping as he wove his fingers into her hairline with a quick tug. “Any blood will do.” That little bit of pain and control she let him exert over her was worth the pleasure of him hardening through his jeans against her belly.

“Really?” He pulled a little harder, pointing her chin up toward the sky. “And how many lives have you taken?” He twisted his fist into her scalp, ghosting his lips across her cheek as she winced in pain.

“Not as many as you,” she goaded, the warmth of his body growing more intense.

“Is that right?” He laughed against her cheek, grazing his parted lips over her face. “I should put you down, right here, right now.” He whispered into her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip.

“Is that what you really want to do?” She let him kiss her as she slid her knee between his thighs, gently encouraging the growth of his erection.

She knew that he could destroy her, that he had the power to break her in half just as easily as a child could snap a twig in two. She’d seen it before, watched the blood of men and other creatures explode into the night sky onto the bright white of his armor. Those little red polka dots on ancient Egyptian cloth forced her to believe in a new reality before she ended up living that truth herself. But that danger wasn’t enough to keep her away, that look in his eye and the taste of his mouth a mere promise for more meaningful pleasure, and she’d take that at any cost.

“Why don’t you try to talk me out of it?” He opened his mouth and kissed her chin, attempting to suck little bruises into her neck and jawline as he pressed his other thumb deep into the seam of her hip.

She moaned as he increased the pressure on her joint, squirming beneath him like she used to so many nights before. “Not here.”

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The weight of him on top of her felt like it was finally balancing her out, keeping her from floating away as his lips entangled with hers. His breath was hot on her skin, fast and shallow as he hovered over her; the blood slowly leaving his engorged jugular vein as it traveled down to his throbbing cock brushing against her inner thigh.

“I couldnt stop fuckin’ thinking about you, ya know that?” He whispered into her ear, licking the shell before biting its lobe.

“Me either,” she moaned, his teeth bringing back that feeling she’d been longing for ever since the moment he left.

She combed her fingers through his hair as he bit into her skin, tugging on his curls in hopes that he would push himself inside of her already. She lifted his head above hers so she could view him in the dim lamplight of her bedroom, the amber glow casting shadows on his distinctly handsome face. Every memory she replayed of him in her mind failed to do him justice as he looked upon her with those deadly chiseled features.

A smirk crossed his lips as the Star of David dangled between them on its golden chain, ticking the delicate skin on her chest before he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. “Can you still get wet like this?” He smoothed his other hand over her breast, down her belly and in between her legs, dipping his fingers into her moisture. “Well, would you look at that!”

She groaned as he pushed his fingers inside her, curling them up and toward him as he pressed on her clit with his thumb, lighting up her entire body. She rocked her hips into him, creating a slow and steady rhythm of pleasure as he held her down with his hand and a stare. His warmth seemed to transfer from his fingers into her core, increasing each time he pulled them out and pushed them back in, drawing out a chorus of moans from her that he silenced with a kiss.

Ever since she became a creature of the night, her senses were enhanced beyond belief; pain and pleasure, joy and sorrow all maximized to levels she’d never experienced before. Jake had been the only one before all of that truly able to please her, to give her body what it needed more efficiently than anyone else in her life, but this combination of sensations was absolutely vicious. She could feel every tiny hair on the back of her neck stand on end, every neuron inside of her fire into the next one, channeling a pathway of ecstasy up her spine like a fuse leading to a stick of dynamite.

She pushed herself against his hand, faster now to get her release before he immediately broke contact and removed his fingers. She paused to look at him, knitting her brows together in confusion. “But I almost…”

“I know.” His tone was almost scolding as he dragged his fingers up and over her bud, pulling on it just slightly before leaving a trail of her juices up her abdomen and chest.

“You’re such an asshole.” She whispered, watching him sloppily savor her arousal off his fingers before sliding them into her mouth.

“Yeah?” He shoved them in as far as they would go, their tangy taste nearly choking her as she sucked on them. “You hate me so much, why don’t you take it out on me?” He let go of her wrists and slid his fingers out with nothing but a string of spit connecting them to her lips and chin. “Why don’t you make yourself come on my dick, huh?” He put both hands on her hips and pressed his fingernails into them, forcing her to jerk up toward him.

“So pushy,” she chided, climbing on top of him to position herself onto his stomach, grinding just below his belly button.

“Tease.” He smacked her ass just hard enough to leave a mark, squeezing her cheeks in frustration before thrusting up into the space between them.

“Oh, poor thing,” she pouted her lip and feigned concern with a tilt of her head.

“Open up, princesa.” He grabbed himself at the base of his erection, tapping her ass with the head of his cock until she got the hint to sit up higher on her knees.

She let him spread her moisture up and down her length with his tip, that spark reigniting in her as a gentle sigh left her lips. She still couldn’t believe he heard her calling to him after all this time, those visions of hers now a tangible reality as he moaned beneath her thighs. She placed her hand on top of his with a smirk, guiding him into her as she sank down onto him, letting go just before relishing that stretching sensation as he filled her up inch by inch.

“Oh god, yeah, just like that,” he muttered lazily as she rode him, hooded lids falling to half mast.

She leaned forward, resting her palms on his chest as she sat up and down repeatedly, clenching her muscles with each upward motion until he pulled her down onto him harder each time. His cries were different than before, more feral and breathy as those hooded lids fell completely shut. She watched in awe as he parted his lips, that tiny little gap between his teeth barely visible as his thrusts became fiercely erratic, hitting that bundle of nerves every so often to light that fire inside her core.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, licking his lips. That feral moan turned into a guttural growl as he thrust up into her one last time, spasming inside her as he dug his fingernails into her skin.

She felt them drag across her backside, droplets of warm blood running down the curves of her body before it healed itself just as quickly as he had earlier. She could feel him spilling into her, that lit fuse igniting the dynamite as her clit rubbed against his pelvis, back and forth like a pendulum of pleasure until it finally exploded into a thousand pieces of bliss.

Every inch of her body tingled as the ecstasy shot through her nervous system, forcing her muscles to contract around him as she scratched new lines into his chest for good measure. His olive skin turned white as it broke beneath her nails, his body taking its time to dole out little droplets of crimson just above his nipples. She smiled and leaned down to lap it up, the dark chocolate flavor still more prominent as his wounds already began to fade away.

“Jesus,” he whispered, sucking in the air though his teeth as she licked him clean. “How was that even better than before?”

“Still want to put me down?” She climbed off of him, the mixture of her blood and his cum a mess on both of them now.

“I’ll give you a head start,” he ran his hand through her hair as she laid down next to him, “Tomorrow.”

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So cuteeeee

Road trip

Jake Lockley x OFC

Word count: 500ish

Fluff, estranged family

“Pleaaaase,” Cassie begged. Jake sighed, mumbling under his breath as he gave in. Cassie grinned when she realised she had won and she ran over to him, jumping into his arms and peppering his face with kisses.

“One condition, mi vida.” He easily supported her weight, his arms wrapped under her thighs and around her waist. “You wear a blindfold until we leave the city and on the way back in. I don’t want Marc and Steven to know where I keep the limo, and I don’t want to risk you telling them.” Cassie nodded eagerly, just wanting to go on the roadtrip she had planned out with him.

True to his word, Jake blindfolded Cassie to take her to the garage that he kept the limo parked in. She had absolute trust in him as he led her through the city and eventually helped fold her into the passenger seat. He checked the route planned on her phone and he smiled, realising she had organised a roadtrip that would end with them in her northern hometown. He never expected her to share anything with him, let alone her home. He took the blindfold off her once they left London and she looked at him with something he couldn’t name.

Cassie couldn’t take her eyes off him as he drove them up the country, the 5 hour journey stretching to years. She watched the way his hands flexed around the wheel and occasionally one of them found its home on her thigh. They kissed at every traffic light and Cassie almost told him. But the words never quite made it past the lump in her throat.

They eventually pulled up outside her childhood home and she rolled the window down, smiling at the moving silhouettes in the window.

“Aren’t you going to go in?” Jake asked, his voice quieter than she expected. Cassie shook her head, not looking away.

“They haven’t seen me since before everything started. I don’t want to put them in danger. But sometimes I come up here to look in on them, to make sure everything is okay.” She sighed, finally tearing her eyes from the house to look at Jake with a small smile. “Thank you for coming with me. We can go find a hotel now or something.” She mumbled. Jake shook his head, turning the engine off and rolling her window up.

“You should speak with them. You think we don’t notice how much you miss them?” He said and Cassie shook her head. He ignored her, getting out of the car and coming round to her side. He practically dragged her out of the car and up to the house. “I - we - love you. And you’re hurting. You should let them know you’re okay at least.”

“I love you too, Jake.” Cassie mumbled as he rang the doorbell for her, putting his flat cap on her head. He wrapped his fingers around hers as the door opened and the man who answered it clapped his hand over his mouth.

“Cass… you’re here.”

“Hi, dad.” Cassie mumbled. Jake squeezed her hand and she took a deep breath, knowing she would be okay with him there next to her.

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“Jake squeezed her hand and she took a deep breath, knowing she would be okay with him there next to her."

Excuse while I go cry a little in my corner. I'll be back soon don't worry 😭

Road trip

Jake Lockley x OFC

Word count: 500ish

Fluff, estranged family

“Pleaaaase,�� Cassie begged. Jake sighed, mumbling under his breath as he gave in. Cassie grinned when she realised she had won and she ran over to him, jumping into his arms and peppering his face with kisses.

“One condition, mi vida.” He easily supported her weight, his arms wrapped under her thighs and around her waist. “You wear a blindfold until we leave the city and on the way back in. I don’t want Marc and Steven to know where I keep the limo, and I don’t want to risk you telling them.” Cassie nodded eagerly, just wanting to go on the roadtrip she had planned out with him.

True to his word, Jake blindfolded Cassie to take her to the garage that he kept the limo parked in. She had absolute trust in him as he led her through the city and eventually helped fold her into the passenger seat. He checked the route planned on her phone and he smiled, realising she had organised a roadtrip that would end with them in her northern hometown. He never expected her to share anything with him, let alone her home. He took the blindfold off her once they left London and she looked at him with something he couldn’t name.

Cassie couldn’t take her eyes off him as he drove them up the country, the 5 hour journey stretching to years. She watched the way his hands flexed around the wheel and occasionally one of them found its home on her thigh. They kissed at every traffic light and Cassie almost told him. But the words never quite made it past the lump in her throat.

They eventually pulled up outside her childhood home and she rolled the window down, smiling at the moving silhouettes in the window.

“Aren’t you going to go in?” Jake asked, his voice quieter than she expected. Cassie shook her head, not looking away.

“They haven’t seen me since before everything started. I don’t want to put them in danger. But sometimes I come up here to look in on them, to make sure everything is okay.” She sighed, finally tearing her eyes from the house to look at Jake with a small smile. “Thank you for coming with me. We can go find a hotel now or something.” She mumbled. Jake shook his head, turning the engine off and rolling her window up.

“You should speak with them. You think we don’t notice how much you miss them?” He said and Cassie shook her head. He ignored her, getting out of the car and coming round to her side. He practically dragged her out of the car and up to the house. “I - we - love you. And you’re hurting. You should let them know you’re okay at least.”

“I love you too, Jake.” Cassie mumbled as he rang the doorbell for her, putting his flat cap on her head. He wrapped his fingers around hers as the door opened and the man who answered it clapped his hand over his mouth.

“Cass… you’re here.”

“Hi, dad.” Cassie mumbled. Jake squeezed her hand and she took a deep breath, knowing she would be okay with him there next to her.

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The Blood Lake

Chapter Three

A second chance. Violence.

Previous ~~ Next

Masterlist

Marc did something stupid.

Chasina hummed to herself as she stepped over the threshold of her cabin, symbols lighting up all over her walls. She watched each one fade into nothing as she closed the door behind her. One symbol was still glowing when she turned back to her wall and she frowned, walking closer to it. Intruder. She pulled her mask back over her head and pulled her sword free. Her other hand began to glow and the energy once again spiked from her hand to the ground, creating a perfect image in her mind of her surroundings. The silhouette of Moon Knight came into her ‘vision’ and she sighed.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, not bothering to ask how he found her after him learning who she was.

“You threatened me last time I saw you. And right after I rescued you.” His voice was harsher than usual and she rolled her eyes. “I can’t let you arrest me. I’ll be executed and I can’t let that happen, I can’t let what I’m trying to do fail.”

“You sound exactly like Harrow, you realise that? You’re not going to make the world better, you’re going to destroy it.” Her voice was softer than she expected and it made him stumble back.

“I am nothing like Harrow. He wants to cleanse the world. We’re trying to fix it.” He hissed, though his voice sounded different. Chasina removed her mask, putting the sword back in her scabbard. He appeared to have changed, his posture was less certain, his hands were fidgeting, his gaze was darting across the room.

“Leave. This is the only time I will ask. If I have to ask again, I will be taking you down and taking you in. You get one chance to go peacefully, because I really don’t want to have to clean blood off my floor and my walls, and I feel that something has changed in the last sixty seconds.” The masked man nodded, vanishing and she frowned at his retreating figure. Something had definitely changed.

“Look, Steven, you can’t take over like that. We should’ve taken out the threat there and then.” Marc hissed at his reflection in the lake. Steven was glowering at him and Jake was shaking his head with barely constrained laughter. We were at her home, Marc. Did you not see all the symbols on the walls when she stepped through the door? We would’ve been obliterated. Steven argued. He’s right. She’d have killed us if we didn’t back down, and we know for a fact that you wouldn’t have backed down. Marc glared at them both, crouching down closer to the water. “We can’t fix this doomed world if she doesn’t give us space to do that and she insists on stop-” Marc. You’re the one who was taken aback by her softness and gave enough space for Steven to take over. Jake interrupted, a shiteating grin spreading across his face. Marc’s glare somehow got even deeper. Steven shrugged. The real question is why did she let us go? Marc hesitated. “It doesn’t matter. We’re behind schedule.” He huffed, reforming his armour around his body, setting off deeper into the forest.

Jake was in control by the time they arrived at the sorceress’s hut. He knocked once, twice, three times on the old wooden structure and the door swung open, revealing the woman he’d met in a tavern a long time ago.

“It’s really you… I didn’t think you were ever coming.” Sabrina whispered. She cleared her throat and stepped back, letting him in and he smiled under the mask. “How have you lived this long?”

“I’m lucky.” She nodded, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she glanced to the side behind him. His eyes narrowed but he said nothing. “Do you have it?” He asked, brushing past her and her breath hitched in her throat as his mask vanished.

“Oh! Of course! I said I’d hold onto it for you.” She stumbled over her words and her feet as she rushed to find the jewel he had been looking for. “The only true blood diamond that was owned by the Wild Hunt.” She confirmed as she passed it to him. “So, is that all you came for?” She asked and he shook his head absentmindedly, examining the diamond. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered, stepping back as she created a portal and he sighed, tucking the diamond into his sleeve.

“No, Sabrina, you’re not. But you’re about to be.” Jake said, turning to face her with a disapproving frown plastered on his face. He pulled the crescent shape blade loose from the chest piece of his armour and he was in front of her before she could step into the portal, slashing her cheek. She cried out, dropping to the floor in shock as she clutched at her face. He chuckled, almost enjoying seeing her beneath him. “Unfortunately, Sabrina, sorceresses are part of the plague that is destroying this world, as you just proved. We were just having a friendly exchange and you threatened me.” He tutted, crouching down to eye level. “Why did you have to do that, Sabrina?” She stifled a sob as she tried to scurry away from him, footsteps running into the hut and Jake sighed again. “What a pity.” He stood, stamping on her ankle to still her as she screamed in pain and he turned to see three village boys. “We don’t have to do this.” He said, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m just here for the sorceress.”

“You can’t hurt her and get away with it!” The bravest of the lads said, his voice shaking. Jake chuckled, unaware of Sabrina reaching for something and tapping a symbol on the floor.

“Let’s get this over with, boys.”

Chasina sprinted through the forest, not having bothered with her mask. She ran as fast as she could, ignoring the howls surrounding her. The light of the full moon lit her way as she tore through the undergrowth, clearing a lake with a single jump. By the time she made it to the hut, there were three dead men, a portal flickering, Sabrina on the floor, and Moon Knight, unmasked. Her eyes narrowed.

“Back away from her.” His shoulders tensed, turning to face her with shock written across his features clear as day. She blinked, not having expected the face that she saw looking back at her.

“I wouldn’t step any closer unless you want to die, parajito.” the man snapped. His voice was different, a look of calculated cruelty in his eyes that would’ve scared her on a more dangerous man. Chasina tilted her head, taking another step forward.

“Let Sabrina go.” Her voice was empty as she pulled her sword free and manoeuvred until she was between him and the sorceress. He watched every move she made, trying to figure out what she would do next as the tip of her sword pressed against the underside of his chin.

“¿Estás tratando de obtener una reacción de mi parte?” He whispered, a dangerous glint in his eyes. She narrowed her gaze as Sabrina began to crawl towards the portal.

“No. But I am distracting you, aren’t I?” Chasina asked with a small smile as she realised his breathing pattern had changed, ever so slightly. The portal fizzed shut and the smile dropped as she picked up her foot and slammed it into his knee.

“Fuck!” The tip of her sword nicked his chin as he stumbled back, dropping his leg out from under him. “That’s not fair, parajito.” He snapped. Chasina shrugged, moving her sword into a defensive hold as she watched him regain his balance.

“All is fair in war, Moon Knight.”

“I think you forget part of that phrase on purpose, parajito.” He lunged, slamming his elbow into her wrist and her sword slipped from her grasp. He threw punch after punch, all of which Chasina evaded as though she was stepping through a dance. How many times have we done this? Steven wondered. Too many. End the threat. Marc snapped and Jake rolled his eyes. Chasina hesitated for a split second but it was long enough. A blow caught the centre of her chest and she flew backwards, coughing and wheezing. Before she could stand his fingers were wrapped around her throat, lifting her into the air and slamming her against the wall. “Hoy te toca perder.” He whispered.

Chasina stared at him, golden defiance burning in her eyes. Jake stared back, entranced by the change in colour, as her fingers inched closer to his hand even as her lungs began to burn. Jake. Jake watch o- Chasina smiled, gripping his wrist as her hand began to glow and heat poured from her skin to his. He shrieked in pain, letting go of her and she smiled as she landed on her feet. Before he could recover she drew a quick symbol in the air that he didn’t recognise and he found it was impossible to move.

“I’ve never lost to you. And I don’t intend to start now.” She whispered, binding him and lifting him as though he weighed nothing. Her fingers pressed into his neck and his vision turned dark.

“Fuck!” Marc mumbled as he woke up, surrounded by 3 grey walls and a metal door. “Fuck!” He yelled, making everyone else in the cell turn to him in displeasure.

“Shut it, or the guard’ll come back and take our food from us.” One of them hissed and Marc glared at him.

“That won’t be my problem for long.” Marc grumbled, analysing the structure of the cell as he began to pace.

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Translation - ¿Estás tratando de obtener una reacción de mi parte? - are you trying get a reaction out of me?

Parajito - little bird

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This is amazing! That plot twist! Ahhhhhh! I can't wait for more

The Blood Lake

Chapter Two

An escape. A reveal. A lot of italics.

Blood Lake masterlist

Previous Chapter

Chasina was moving on pure instinct, hearing her armour call out to her, begging for her to find it. She knew that Moon Knight was following her, but she had no idea why he was helping her. It didn’t matter. She had to get out. She could hear the blood pumping through her veins, could feel her strength returning as she grew closer and closer to her armour and her weapons.

“And where are you sneaking off to?” Chasina looked over her shoulder to see Kenneth and she smiled. “I’ve got something for you from the Master.”

“If it’s more of the Ammitryne, I’ll have to decline. But thanks for the offer.” Kenneth chuckled mirthlessly as he stalked closer, syringe in hand and Chasina eyed him wearily.

“I’m thinking you blowing the door off your cell and breaking your cuffs was all the Chaos you managed to regain control of, otherwise you’d already be gone.” Kenneth sneered, his lip curling up into a smirk. “So you should really behave, little songbird, and then we can all go about this much easier. What do you say?”

“I say that you underestimate me.” Chasina snapped. “But also that you’re assuming that I did those things. Who’s to say there isn’t a traitor in your midst? Someone who slipped through the cracks, or someone who was forced to help you.” Kenneth paused, his smirk faltering and Chasina smiled. She moved in close and slammed her elbow into his nose, the shock making him drop the syringe. She caught it and plunged it into his thigh, pushing the dose into his veins as he sank to the ground, wisps of fire dying his hand as the purple liquid took effect. “Sweet dreams, Kenneth.” She said, gently laying him down. She paused, tilting her head until she heard the song of her armour again and she darted down another hallway. She couldn’t hear Moon Knight’s footsteps but she knew he was close behind her.

You were wrong, Steven. She doesn’t need any help at all. Marc nodded in agreement with Jake, though he disapproved of the amount of admiration Jake had in his voice, as Chasina disappeared around another corner. We should still make sure she definitely leaves. Just because she could take one person doesn’t mean she can’t be overwhelmed. “Yeah, yeah, Steven, I’m making sure she leaves. Even if it means we don’t get Harrow.” Marc grumbled as he finally caught up to her. She was tightening the straps on her armour as he froze, staring at her mask. “No, no, no, no, no.” He mumbled, unable to tear his gaze from her as she attached her scabbard to her belt “No, no, no, no, no!” He huffed and she turned to stare at him.

“Thank you, Moon Knight. Next time I see you, I’m arresting you. But as a thank you, I’ll let you go this time.” Chasina - the Songbird of Bastet, Steven corrected- smiled, vanishing out the nearest window. He ran over and leaned out to see that she had already disappeared from sight.

Did we just help the one person who insists on doing their job properly and arresting us? Yeah… sorry. Marc swore as he heard running footsteps and he jumped through the window, using his cape to stick the landing and he ran for the treeline.

Chasina paused, leaning against a wall as she panted for breath. The sun had long since set and despite her blessed armour, she was beginning to feel the cold of the night. She couldn’t risk lighting a fire. Not yet. Not less than a day’s ride from Harrow’s apparent fortress. She sighed and tugged her mask from her face, clutching it to her chest as her hair tumbled free and she tucked it behind her ears. She stared up at the moon and stars, wondering if the gods were watching, her vision blurry from being obscured by the mask for so long. She almost felt bad that she had deceived Moon Knight to get herself free but she knew what would’ve happened if he’d known who she was the whole time. The only downfall was that now he knew what she looked like and her name. “Fuck.” She mumbled, running her hand over her face and up to push her hair back.

You have to keep moving. Chasina nodded, shoving her mask back over her head and tucking her hair in it properly as she began to run again, releasing a flash of energy from her hand to the ground to keep ‘sight’ of her surroundings. Don’t lose focus or you’ll lose your ‘sight’. Stay aware of your surroundings. “That’s a lot easier if you’re not nattering at me!” Chasina huffed in between breaths as she sprinted, leaping over roots and rocks and rivers.

Soft white flakes began to float through the trees, landing in her hair. A howl hung heavy in the air and she smiled. A job. Another howl sounded, louder, to the west of her. Chasina slid her silver sword from the scabbard on her hip, stalking the sound with a small smile. She walked atop the snow without a trace, making no noise and leaving no prints. She whistled a single note and it reverberated around her, echoing through the trees. She followed the soundwaves, listening to how they echoed off the trunks, the branches, the ground. A flash of energy cascaded from her hand to the floor and created a perfect image of her surroundings within her mind. Ash trees, snow at least four inches thick beneath her boots, silver leaves, and a clearing straight ahead of her. In the centre of the clearing stood a minotaur. Through the arcane image, it looked nine feet tall, broad shouldered, covered in brown shaggy hair.

“The little songbird.” The beast managed to growl out. “Lot of people looking for you.” It grunted and Chasina tilted her head. “We in the forests hear things.”

“Thank you for the tip.” Chasina murmured, her sword resting easy in her grip. “The blood that’s matted in your fur. I take it some of it is yours? What does the rest belong to?” She asked, the stench of human corpses being carried to her on the wind. The minotaur hesitated. “Did you know that each species decomposes slightly differently? I say you’ve got less than a day before your den is overrun with ghouls, based on the smell of human corpses.” The minotaur’s nostrils flared and it lunged for her. She smiled under the mask as she ducked the flailing limbs and sliced up the beast’s stomach to its throat. She sighed, pulling a piece of cloth from her armour and wiping the blood off of her mask, shoving the cloth back in place. She pulled her mask over her head and blinked until her vision came back into focus, wiping her sword clean on the snow. The black blood of the minotaur continued to spill from its body and she sighed, shaking her head. “It’s truly a shame.” She murmured as she crouched down and reached out, closing its eyes.

Steven sighed as he took control of the body, the Moon Knight suit vanishing as he tumbled to his knees in the doorway of the room they were renting for the next few nights.

“Had a few too many?” Shut the fuck up! What the fuck would you know? Steven chuckled and shook his head at the passerby, ignoring Jake entirely as he stood and closed the door.

“Jake, mate, come on, you’ve gotta relax. We’re safe for a bit, you know that Layla spelled this place so that nobody who had ill intent toward any of us could get in. That includes the Songbird of Bastet, and Harrow.” He said quietly, staring into the mirror. Jake was glaring at him, but Marc was barely paying attention. “Marc?” I don’t trust Layla to have done it properly. Not since - since you broke her heart? Steven sighed, putting his face in his palm. “Layla is still our friend. She’s moved on, Marc.” But- “No. Layla has moved on. The room is protected. No buts, mate.” Marc sighed and Steven turned from the mirror, flopping down face first on the bed. Now that he had stopped running, he could feel how tired the body was, how the muscles ached, and he wasn’t going to put up with it any longer. It didn’t take long for sleep to take over his senses, and he hoped that Jake wouldn’t let Marc do anything stupid.