#son of moonknight

[autismsupermusicalassassin]

Take the moon baby to work🌙

plot: with no babysitter or Layla to babysit Isaac, the Moonknight system are unfortunately going to take their baby son to work as the fist of vengeance much to Khonsu distaste for the situation

Warning: blood, swearing, death, grammar errors, google translate, references to the city of the dead issues, (don’t do what the Moonknight system is doing in this fic)

A/N: the third one of the single dad au series, this took almost a lot of my insanity and creativity when typing this. Ps this the longest one I’ve done which means lots of months when writing this.

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As the sounds of a baby giggles echo around the apartment as Isaac was reaching to reach the fish tank while crawling onto the floor as Marc was trying to call for a babysitter this week for Isaac but none of them are available to do so , and now he’s calling his ex wife for help “what do you mean you can’t babysit Isaac, Layla?” He asked while trying to hold his frustration at his ex-wife now friend first time denying to babysit his son knowing how she adores the baby Isaac Curiousity among The world around him. “Marc, we been over this” Layla spoke through the phone “there’s a lot happening in Duat the city of the dead that need protecting now and I dont think is a time for me to drop everything just to help you with Isaac” Hearing this Marc looks at Isaac and swiftly grabbing him just to get him away from falling into or from the edge of the fish tank “I understand Layla, but I can’t just leave the kid alone when I’m out all night this week, most of his usual babysitters are either busy with stuff or out of town” Isaac sneezes and giggles while Marc was finishing up his call with Layla “ you are the last person I have to call for this one whole week Layla” although she is in Egypt right now, he imagines her sighing at the other end “” I know but it’s life Marc and I know you guys will figure something out alright” Layla respond “I gotta go now Marc, let’s the others know that I miss working with ya” He nods “okay then..good bye Layla” with that he hung up the phone flopped onto the couch groan letting Isaac lay on the couch seat next to him. “What are we going to do with you Isaac?” Marc looked at the baby while asking for suggestions from Steven and Jake through the reflection of the table and a coffee/tea mug. Steven responded with an option “try have the baby monitor on us for the mission” Marc frowned “yeah until the batteries died out or the monitor gets destroyed mid fight” he told him as Isaac crawling around “oh come on Marc we both know that heck it not like we can take him to work”he was right about that it’s isn’t safe for him to be on missions “amigos as much as I can agree with you but I’m taking him to work tonight” he murmured in the headspace drinking a made up scotch while fixing much to dismay of the other two “we’re not going to put our baby son in danger” marc bluntly said to him when a gruntly look on his face to Jake. “Plus I don’t want Isaac to get a custom to killing and blood all over the place or on our clothes to scare the kiddo to become restless at night” Steven was about to point out that Isaac might not going to remember the violence since he since Isaac was a baby but didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire that was happening , well he and Marc don’t trust Khonsu with the baby since he cried at the sight in the night when that nightlight was kicked off by the moon god when he had to wake up Marc or Jake to get ready for their duties, they have to figure out something for this situation.”well I still suggest of bringing the baby monitor at our missions” Steven mumbles.

When nighttime came , Marc feed Isaac his dinner and as for Steven ..he read Isaac a censor version of Egyptian mythology giving Isaac a bit of a hissy fit because it wasn’t Peter Pan before putting him in his crib, then goes to bed and that when Jake took control of the body, picks up the car seat and puts it in his limo as he goes back up to the apartment to put half asleep Isaac in his seat much to Khonsu disappointment “I was not expected for you to bring your offspring to our mission tonight” Khonsu said when Jake was putting the seat belt on the baby mentally saying ‘gracias’ that Isaac is out cold sleep being adorable in the progress “well …the babysitters aren’t able to take care of him tonight and the other two are idiots to think poorly At what I’m doing” he replied as fixes his leather gloves and put his hat on him as he gets in the driver seat “besides I’m careful enough to know how to keep mijo safe” Jake looks at Isaac sleeping state “por favor quédate dormido hijo mío” gives him a kiss on the forehead and starts driving “your son will be a distraction for this Jake and should be in the care of someone you would be trusted ” Khonsu point out appearing in the backseat, Jake grunted putting his fake mustache before driving.

it didn’t take long to find the target and lure them into the cab where Jake was silently putting the silencer on his gun so he couldn’t wake up Isaac to start crying when he will kill his target: a leader of a small gang in London that were called stain class scarlets, which was weird considering the name “stain glass scarlet” sounded like a stripper name. “yo where ya heading sir?” Jake asked the passenger not noticing Isaac was waking up a little “hanging sword alley mate” the crook replied gruffly “hurry thou the stain glass scarlets aren’t very good about having their leader being late” Jake huff as he glares at the gang leader through the rear view mirror awhile side eying the baby was making small fists with his chubby little hands. As he drives to a different place where he dumped harrow’s body in, Jake heard the confession the leader and his gang did to innocent people from the past couple of months brutally torturing and beating innocent men and women who traveled at night “and to think that lady was begging not to be taken but to bad for that bitch, she got what coming when dressing like a-wait this isn’t the place I told you where to go” he smirked as Jake turns to the gang leader with a angry look on his face “Es hora de acabar contigo y tu pandilla bastarda.” with that shoots at the leader three times with the gun two at the chest and one in the head, Jake then about to go ditch the body in an alleyway “JAKE LOCKLEY WHAT THE HELL ?!?” Marc’s voice screams through the reflection of the window making him froze in place and groans “what does it look like Spector? I’m doing my job that what” Marc gives him a scolding look while steven was in the other side looking at the two “Jake I’m not happy about that fact you went behind our backs, bringing Isaac into a dangerous situation!” Marc told him “not to mention that Isaac just saw you kill that gang leader in front him!” Jake frown in confusion “what are you talking about? Isaac is asleep and had the silencer on the gun so he wouldn’t be wake-“ baby giggles stopped them as turn to see Isaac wide awake both clapping and smiling unconcerned about that he saw his dad murder a man “oh..” that was Jake answered “well mates he doesn’t seem bothered by it” Steven pointed at the obvious, which Marc stays silent wondering how would they could explain this. “Yea we can see that” Marc said with a interesting looking on his face as Jake took off his gloves and bring Isaac toward his face “you seem unbothered by the fact I brutally shot a very bad man to death don’t you?” Isaac just laughs and reaches for the fake mustache “huh so not only the child friendly things we have in our home bring to joy but also the fact you like us beating up the bad guys huh?” Jake smiles and looks at the two “well Isaac isn’t harm or traumatized by what should be illegal but he seem to act like-“ Steven gets cut off by Marc “no this is a one time thing and we’ll find someone to take care of Isaac and that’s final!” With that everything went silent knowing that the next night they would have to find a way to take down the gang without endangering the baby until Jake yelps in pain from the fake mustache being harshly pulled off by Isaac.

The next night despite agreeing with marc orders, Steven has to be Mr knight and fallow Marc rules about not bringing the baby to a scary situation, but they can’t leave him alone so he also decides to take Isaac to work again and hopefully it’s just patrolling (which isn’t sadly) because one he still doesn’t want Isaac to get hurt very badly and two he thinks Marc could handle the gang even though he did help beat a cult in the past . He grunts “how in bloody hell do you even put this on anyway?” Steven said as he tried to put on a baby carrier on him so he can put Isaac in as Isaac starts to whimper hinting that he is awake and is ready to go out to do some work, “you up and ready lad?” He asked him and Isaac reaches for him as he gets strapped on to his chest with the carrier when he notices Isaac onesie “oh wow you really are ready”Steven said a bit dumbfounded that his onesie isn’t his suit. As they walk out and summon the suit as Mr.knight and son go out to stop some mad men.

“Steven Grant I was not expecting you Tonight” Khonsu said looking at him and if Khonsu had a normal face there would be a deep frown “and you brought the young one here too I see” Steven looks up at the moon god as he let Isaac get distracted by his glove fingers so he wouldn’t be crying in fear or something from Khonsu doing. “Well like we said there’s no one available to babysit, and if I don’t know any better you starting to sound like a grumpy yet concerned grandpa” he pointed out as he smiles underneath the Mr.Knight mask , “I DO NOT SOUND LIKE A MORTAL GRANDPA!” Khonsu shouted, Isaac whimpers and tries hiding in the baby carrier as Steven pats him to calm him down “denial there but anyway where’s the trouble at old bird?”

After getting what information that he got from Khonsu and remembering about Jake’s intel from last night events about the gang and where they are meeting up at, he now mask off looks at Isaac who is starting to get sleepy eye from the boring waiting but most importantly how keep him from getting hurt when he has to fight with the said gang tonight “ I know what we’re doing is bad parenting” Steven said he muttered “but we can’t leave you alone in the flat, I mean what if you’re hungry or need your nappy change while we are gone fighting?” Sighing knowing how Isaac was being calm despite this dilemma he is in, “well it’s a good thing you little mate are so cute that it’s nice to have you so calm down” Isaac sneezes and Steven chuckles when he hear the gangs car coming out “well kiddo it’s time for us to do the work” Steven says as his mask reappears on his face as he prepares for the fight and trying not to get Isaac hurt in the process.

They were all right there the stain glass scarlets in the alley, talking about where the leader is and what is taking him so long “where’s the boss anyway?” One said grumpily tapping his foot, “what if he got snatched by that moon knight bloke fellas” another one said with a hint of fear in his voice “I heard that the guy is bonkers and he brutally attacks very wicked people and some say he wore white” the third one scoffs at the statement “why would he wear white?he must been insane to think that would have sneaked attack anyone around these parts” the gang nodded unware they were being watched by the hero and his son “it’s because we let criminals know we’re is coming” a voice said the gang turn to see Mr.knight walked in to the group looking menacing …well trying to be menacing as Isaac was kinda making hard to, “Ello stained glass scarlets, my name is Mr.knight and I suggest that you turn yourself in so nobody gets hurt” Steven said as the gang look shocked a yet confuse on why theres a baby with him, “is that…is that a baby?” One asked while some draw out there weapons getting ready to fight which Isaac responded to the member blowing a raspberry at him as Steven putting Isaac’s little beanie on and takes out his batons “why yes , yes he is you wankers.”

hit.dodge, attack, hit dodge attack as Steven repeats those words when using the batons on the gangs asses while keeping a laughing Isaac safe from getting hurt by the gang and the weapons they are using. “You are all gonna be sorry for disturbing my yard mates” Steven growls and even fixes his suit while realizing that he needs back up from ether Jake or Marc. “You worm let the others take control and you get your son out of the way!” Khonsu shouted at him and for once the moon god was right as Steven just got stabbed by one of the gang members causing Isaac scream “Marc take the body !” Steven panicking says as he and Isaac about to slam into the wall hard Steven holds Isaac close to shield him from the on coming impact.

As if the gang was about to celebrate their winning by beating Moonknight a moon dart flies through the air and embedding it self in a members eyes causing them to stop as Marc Spector took over the body just in time to keep him and Isaac safe and alive “you fucking almost killed the baby!” Marc shouted as he fights off with the remaining gang members while Also scolding Steven for going behind his back to Isaac safety. “Sorry Marc I am really I’m” Steven professor apologing to Marc in the head space while Marc continues fighting “but you know well we can’t leave him alone at the flat-“ “it doesn’t matter right now Steven!” Marc grunts but does accept his reasoning to that as he slice one guys face and kick one straight into his face. “As along as the baby is safe and these idiots are not going to harm anyone else” Isaac smiles and mimics his father’s actions as if he’s was kicking the bad guys ass too even though he is strapped into the carrier laughing and yawning, as Marc K. O the last remaining man of the gang as he fellow up to the night sky before the cops arrive at the scene

Once everything was quiet as Marc pats a sleeping Isaac back as he walk through the window of the flat also exhausted as the suit disappears from his body while putting his son in his crib stroking isaac’s black hair as he sleeps “we’re sorry amigo” Marc looks up at Jake and Steven in the reflection of the fish tank and a glass cup of water they have both sorry faces on their faces “I know guys” “we thought we taking the baby to work he won’t be home alone having hissy fits or he had a accident in his diaper and…” Steven gets cut off by Marc “ not gonna lie guys.. I hated that you guys brought him to dangerous missions that Khonsu have us do” he said as Steven nodded as Jake just leans there quitely and eventually nods “but not gonna lie..I seem to enjoyed spending time with the kiddo at our night missions.” Jake smirks “finally Spector finalmente está de acuerdo con nosotros“ Steven blinks in confusion still not understanding what Jake just said “but…this isn’t a good example of parenting especially Isaac isn’t even one yet” Marc stated which the others two nodded in agreement with that fact as Marc closes his eyes “I think it’s bed time since the mission was a success because we all have work tomorrow anyways”

It took only 20 minute later on the third night that all of them were knock out asleep when Isaac got out of his crib waking Marc up and pointing to the chair in the flat were khonsu was sitting at “Marc Spector I need you to go on stop A very evil man that just robbed and harm the innocent family” Khonsu said as Marc nods and looks at Isaac then whispers “let’s not tell Layla about this” with that Isaac looks at the half moon, smiles and pulls down his knitted hood and cape.

tagged: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @reallyrallyauthor @guruan @ominoose @angel-of-the-moons

A/N: thank you for the long wait. Remember please comment,like, reblog and fallow

[oddballwriter]

The idea of transmasc Marc is lowkey kind of funny because one of two things happened.

Either Marc managed to socially, physically, hormonally, and medically transition in record breaking time after leaving home.

Or Marc was already transitioning at a young age and his dad put a line in the sand at transphobia but not physical and emotional abuse when it came to his mother.

And both are fucking insane.

[traveller-of-the-knight]

Not me imagining Jake, Matt and Frank forming a new team and living together and hanging out with Karen and Foggy and Jessica and beating bad guys and having many emotional venerable moments and hugs and dancing to calm themselves down for the stress of saving Manhattan and going on trips and get drunk and stupid together and do everything and risk their lives for eachother and and and MY BABIES!!!

[soulreader05]

Sexualities & Gender Identity’s of My OC’s

It’s pride month, b^tches!

Jamie Alvarez - Kid of Nathan Bateman

Gender Identity : GenderQueer

Pronouns : She/He/They/It

Sexuality : Aroace

Augustus ‘Gus’ Grant - Son of Steven Grant

Gender Identity : DemiBoy

Pronouns: He/They

Sexuality: N/A

Sheba - Daughter of Jake Lockely

Gender Identity: DemiGirl

Pronouns : She/They

Sexuality: Bisexual

Heba - Daughter of Marc Spector

Gender Identity : DemiGirl

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality : Pansexual

Daisy Buckley - Daughter of Blue Jones

Gender Identity: Transgender

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Tokala - Daughter of Leto Atreides

Gender Identity: Cisgender

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Demisexual

Yuka - Kid of Outcome 3 (David)

Gender Identity: Bi-Gender

Pronouns: She/Him

Sexuality: Aroace

Ebele Tavarez - Kid of Anselm Vogelweide

Gender Identity: Nonbinary

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

Sexuality: Bisexual

Amitola Tangerine - Daughter of Llewyn Davis

Gender Identity: Cisgender

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Antonio Cabrera - Son of Jonathan Levy

Gender Identity: Transgender

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Gay

Zaria Dennis - Daughter of Cecil Dennis

Gender Identity: Demigirl

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Bisexual

Bambi - Son of John ‘Jack’ Jackson

Gender Identity: Transgender

Pronouns : He/Him

Sexuality : Hetero

Parisa ‘Parvana’ Stitt - Daughter of Basil Stitt

Gender Identity: Demigirl

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Pansexual

Octavia Morado - Daughter of Laurent Leclaire

Gender identity: Cisgender

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Romeo Belo - Son of William Tell

Gender Identity: Transgender

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Asexual

Mardina Shahen - Daughter of Orestes

Gender Identity: Cisgender

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

[blackkatmagic]

If ur taking Moonknight ships, Marc Spector and Steve Rodgers with mind control!

“Fuck you, that’s a lie,” Marc hisses, pressed as flat as he can get to the wall of the shrine that the Prince of Orphans led them to. The Mandarin was supposed to be here. The Mandarin is not here.

Scarlet Witch is, though, and it seems like she’s having one hell of a bad day.

Sprawled out in his throne, one leg crossed over the other and a dusty glass of something that absolutely isn't wine in his hand, Khonshu chuckles. “I would never lie to my knight,” he lies. “It’s the simplest way to break her control over him, my son. You asked for a cure and I've provided one.”

“Fuck you,” Marc growls, and ignores the look Clint is giving him from the other side of the small shrine. Clint knows Khonshu is real, or he’d better, after their detour into ancient Egypt that one time when the West Coast Avengers were still a thing. “Give me a different cure. A better one.”

Khonshu cocks his head thoughtfully, like that will hide the gleam of wicked mirth that swirls through the galaxies in his empty eye sockets. “That would require a quest seeking my sister-son Heka, my knight, and a remedy brewed by his divine hands. I don’t believe you have that much time at the moment.”

“If you depart your body now of all times,” Valkyrie tells him, low but very definitely dangerous, “I will tell your cab driver friend where you hid all of his false mustaches.”

Marc grimaces, ducking a little more as there's a loud crash, a thud, a groan. The Prince of Orphans lands hard on the stone, and Natasha drops down a few paces from him, breathing hard with a bruise already disappearing across one cheekbone.

With a loud, ringing thud, Steve’s shield embeds itself into the stone of the wall just to the left of the Prince, and heavy footfalls sound.

“Shit,” Marc mutters, and closes his eyes, ignoring the heavy weight of Khonshu’s amused stare. Breathes, steeling himself—

“Moon Knight,” Valkyrie warns, alarm sliding into her tone. “If it is that foolish an idea—”

“All of my ideas are foolish,” Marc tells her. "If he throws me across the room, try to catch me.”

“Moon Knight!” she protests, but Marc ducks away from her grab, vaults the wall, and then stops dead, something thudding in his chest. Steve is staring at him, looking dangerous as hell in the black of his old Nomad costume, even though no other man alive could probably pull off that V-neck. His eyes are red, though, and his expression is icy cold, in a way Steve would never be when standing in front of his own team. Whatever Wanda did to him—

Whatever she did, Khonshu gave Marc the way to fix it. It’s just a really fucking stupid fix.

“Moon Knight,” Steve says, and there's a rough, almost gravelly edge to it that makes Marc feel like a stupid teenager sneaking Captain America comics and fantasizing about them again. Him again. Which is absolutely not an appropriate thought to have when Steve’s currently a brain puppet of the Scarlet Witch during one of her breakdowns over her teenage kids getting pissy at her. Especially not given what Marc is about to try and do.

Steven would be better at this, Marc thinks, mostly resigned to getting punched in the face. Too bad Steven is a squishy human and Cap would turn him into a slinky.

“Hey, Cap,” Marc says, and tries to think of a way to say how about you let me get within grabbing distance without breaking my arms in a way that will go over well. “If Iron Man sees you walking around like that, you're going to give him the vapors.”

Steve’s expression darkens, and he flexes one hand like he’s imagining closing it around Stark’s neck. That’s a pretty standard reaction to Stark, though. It does give Marc cover to take two steps towards Steve, braced to move if things get violent, and he opens his hands, like an offer.

“Think you want a henchman?” he asks, and hears the bursts of indignation that come from four different directions as the team catches his words. Ignoring them, because Natasha is the only one close and conscious enough to be a threat if they decide to dogpile him, marc reaches up, pulling his mask off deliberately, and tells Steve, “Look, I don’t want to stick with these lunch detention nerd rejects if you're going off to do your own thing, Cap. I can be a good little right hand if you want me to.”

There's a pause, more thoughtful than before, and Steve finally turns, gives Marc his full attention rather than keeping one eye on Natasha and the Prince. “You want to be my henchman,” he says, flat, and the red light clinging to him like a second skin flickers, whirls.

“Henchman, goon, pet damsel if that’s more your speed,” Marc says, taking another two steps closer. He’s almost within arm’s reach now, and Steve still hasn’t tried to twist his head off his neck, so that’s promising. Probably. “I look great in a pink feathered negligée.”

Somewhere behind him, Clint gags pointedly, and Marc tries not to scowl, making a mental note to put ink in his coffee as soon as he gets the chance.

“Pink feathers?” Steve asks, and for the first time his tone slips out of cold anger, right into bemusement.

“I can lounge around your secret lair and let you test it out, if you want,” Marc offers, not even bothering to try for charming. Steven could manage that, but—yeah, Steven isn't going to touch this one. Besides, Steve seems blindsided enough by the offer that Marc steps right up to him, reaches out, and presses a hand to his broad chest without losing his head. When he looks up at Steve, halfheartedly trying to make it looking through his lashes like Marlene sometimes used to do to him when she couldn’t tell it wasn’t Steven in front of her, Steve looks down at him, something Marc can't read on his face, but—well. It’s not violent, at least. Marc got worse responses from other guys in the Marines, and given Steve’s from the 40’s, he wasn’t holding out much hope of better.

“So what about it?” he asks, leaning in, and Steve’s hand settles on his waist—

Marc kisses him, hard, no time wasted with finesse. He slams their mouths together, and feels more than hears the dry-bone-rattle of Khonshu’s laughter. Something burns, burns right through him and into Steve, as bright as the moon hanging full and round above them, and Steve jerks. His arm snaps tight around Marc’s back, and Marc braces to get tossed like a frisbee—

Instead, there's a groan, winded, warm. The kiss gentles, and a hand curls over Marc’s cheek, tips his head into an angle that’s a little less awkward. It feels a bit like an electric shock, and Marc twitches, almost jerks away, but…this is actually kind of pleasant. Not just awkward bodies, like sometimes happens, but—well. All those years spent crushing on Captain America probably have something to do with that.

Then, slow, gentle, Steve draws back, the shimmer of red around him gone. His eyes are sky-blue again, bright and familiar, and Marc takes one look at him, catches his breath, and says, “Fuck. Cap?”

Steve blinks, blinks again. Then, all at once, his eyes widen, and he says with deep relief, “Marc. You broke her control?”

“It was the image of the pink feathered negligée,” Marc tells him, flat, and desperately tries to jam his mask back over his head before something in his face gives away the whole I have a crush on the most unattainable man in existence thing. “You’re welcome. Thank Khonshu.”

“If I'm thanking Khonshu, I feel like it probably wasn’t that,” Steve says, and grimaces, putting a hand up to his head. “Ugh. I think I have a migraine.”

“Wanda’ll do that to you,” Clint says, cautiously poking his head above the edge of the low wall. “Moonie, did you really just break the evil witch’s curse with a kiss? Are you a fairy tale princess?”

“No, I'm Sailor Moon. And Wanda’s not evil,” Marc says, rolling his eyes, and drags his mask down a little more securely. “Shut up, bastard.”

Khonshu, still chuckling, tips his glass full of unidentified and unsettlingly-colored liquid at Marc. “You would make an excellent henchman, my knight,” he says, and is gone in the space between seconds.

“Damsel?” Natasha asks judgmentally, raising one red brow.

“Who wouldn’t want an easy retirement?” Marc counters. “If Cap wanted to take over the world, I think he could.”

Natasha weighs that for a moment, then snorts and waves in agreement, leaning down to check the Prince of Orphans.

“Please don’t ever let me take over the world,” Steve says, one hand still pressed over his eyes. “Even for the sake of your retirement.”

“Don’t look at me,” Clint tells him. “I look terrible in pink feathers. And my kiss can't break a curse.”

Marc flips him off, going to grab Steve’s arm and steer him out of the shrine. “Come on,” he says pointedly. “You should probably lie down. The birdbrain can handle getting everyone back to the ship.”

“While you play damsel? Come on, I can rock purple feathers—”

“Not as well as Moon Knight,” Valkyrie says, and between her and Natasha, they heave the Prince up. “Retrieve the good Captain’s shield, Hawkeye.”

Marc very firmly kicks the door closed before he can hear Clint’s protest.

Steve makes a quiet sound of amusement, body heavy where he’s leaning on Marc’s shoulder. “Do we need to have a talk about you offering to be a villain’s henchman?” he asks.

Marc rolls his eyes. “Only yours,” he counters, but instead of getting uncomfortable, the way he expects, Steve shoots him a thoughtful look.

“We should have downtime in Berlin once this mission is over,” he says after a moment. “I know you normally go back to New York, but you should stay. If you meant that kiss.”

Electricity, again. A frisson, sharp through Marc’s nerves, but—it makes breathing a little more difficult than it really should be.

“I could mean it,” he says, and looks away, feeling entirely too self-conscious. It was a bad kiss. Right up until Steve took over. “Assuming I didn’t scare you off.”

“I'm hard to scare,” Steve says gently, and—

Well. There's a fine line between supporting Steve and walking with Steve’s arm over his shoulder. Not that Marc is about to protest.

[avenirineva]

°•○ parallels between mark scout (severance) and marc spector (moonknight series) a thread.

1. Initials and sound of name

It may seem silly and obvious, but it's really funny how similar they are-

Mark Scout. 🤝 Marc Spector

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2. They have fish in an aquarium and this serves as an analogy for their own lore

In Moon Knight, Steven's goldfish (which later become two) are an analogy to his childhood trauma (who remembers the fish's fin knows what I'm talking about) at the same time that it served as a trigger for Steven to learn the truth about the strange events of ep 1. In the end, the pair of fish represents the harmony between the two after overcoming their trauma. In Severance, Mark's blue and red beta fish signal his duality and innie and outtie conflicts, as well as the well-known color language "blue: dominance, red: love or rebellion."

3. Duality

The dynamics of Marc/Steven and Outtie Mark/Innie Mark at the beginning of their respective series are similar. The dominant (marc/outtie mark) wants to keep his other half (steven/innie mark) separate from him so that she can lessen his pain without him having to deal with it while he tries to live his own life. Of course, this only makes things worse and leads both of them to confront their pain in the worst way possible (through a painful flashback).

Innie Mark/Steven literally function as an escape valve (or antistress ball, who knows, you know) for their respective outties, being a sweeter and gentler version of them, "raised" to not know the outtie's pain and just "stay in their roles."

But the more they get to know each other and work through their conflicts, the more they stop distancing themselves, they recognize each other's need until they become one to fight against something bigger (in Moonknight when Marc rescues Steven and they fight in perfect synchrony and in Severance which, even with the reintegration underway, is something that can happen)

Bonus for those from Brazil: Moon Knight would have the same voice actor as Mark, but he was replaced due to scheduling conflicts:

That's it for now, folks, if I remember more things I'll put it here

Note: I didn't put Jake here for obvious reasons, the entire series focused on the development of Marc/Steven and that son of a bitch only appeared at the end-

[cadaverthesneaky]

https://www.tumblr.com/cadaverthesneaky/782342292564541440/do-people-still-do-those-motivationalgoal-posts?source=share <- The goal thingy has reached something. After a while of procrastination, I present to thee, my OC/fandom crossover thing for the 10 notes goal being met. Uh. Yeah.

TW for scars/mangled wings for one pic, implied violence, and swearing, ig.

Depicted here is Batman as a sort of character in my Cadaver universe. He has a son, Nook, and has the power of magic at his fingertips. (He does not use said magic often, unless it's to teleport from shadow to shadow like a creature of the night.)

Depicted next is the line-up of all my hyperfixations as characters in the Cadaver universe. From left to right; Batman as Carrion, Spider-Man 2099 (the fire spider) as Corpus, Cairo (MoonKnight alter OC) as Corpse, Technoblade (unrecognizable, I know, I want to change this at some point) as Carcass, and Tony Stark (yours truly, the main hyperfixation other than Batman) as Cadaver himself.

Finally, we have some older art of Cadaver I drew for an art project, taking place in the original AU he came from, which was basically an "OC in the DSMP" AU. (Cringe is dead, and I killed it.)

Anyways, that's most of my recent art, traditional art at least. I'll have to reply later with digital art, how little of that I have currently.

[imagine-silk]

Misc. Masterlist

Detroit Become Human, Stardew Valley, The Outer Worlds, Dragon Age, Spiderverse, Star Trek: Next Generation, Fallout 4, Baldur's Gate 3

【ST:NG】 Having a crush on Data

【DBH】 Meeting Reader's parents

【DBH Reader who doesn't like androids [Simon, Luther, Carl and Markus]

【DBH】 Hugging them out of the blue [Hank, Gavin, Chloe]

【DBH】 Calling them cute [Hank, Gavin, Sumo, Chloe]

【DBH】 Nameless Flowers [ 1, 2 (extra), 3, 4, Ao3]

【The Outer Worlds】 Parvati Holcomb romance headcanons

【DBH】 Gavin w/ Surgeon!Male!Reader

【Stardew Valley】 Yandere headcanons [Sam, Sebastian, Emily]

【Stardew Valley】 Yandere Elliott

【DBH】 as Supernatural lore

【DAO】 Days Recovering [ 1, 2, 3,

【DAO】 Grey Warden Alistair is literally ‘I’m not Famous’ by AJR

【DAO】 The Warden is ‘100 Bad Days’

【DAO】 Alistair needs to become king meme

【The Outer Worlds】 Yandere Parvati and Nyoka

【DBH】 Yandere Connor, Hank(R and P), and Gavin w/ a darling who's very touchy

【DBH】 Yandere husband!Hank + son!Connor x willing!reader

【Multi】 Falling in love hard and unknowingly [Wade Wilson, X6, MacCready]

【DA2/Fallout 4】 Hawke w/ a gun and SoSu w/ magic

【DA2】 Crew sitting alone w/ their thoughts

【BG3】 Dammon and Durge comparing tails

【Quarry】 Christmas post-game

【DBH】 Yan!Hank(Romanced and Platonic) w/ a short Darling (Connor ver.)

【Quarry】 Counselors react to Reader saving them and getting separated in the process

【The Outer Worlds】 R!Yanderes Vicar Max and Phineas Welles [Cont.]

【INV】 If Foresight was at the GotG tryouts

Random takes

【Marvel】 Peter Parker shooting hairs

【DAO】 Okay hear me out... Trian and Alistair

【Mass Effect】 Andromeda takes

【DAO】 What if Sten was pining for the Warden

【Mass Effect】 (Hot take about Liam Kosta that was mostly a joke) (Explanation of the post)

【DA】 Mages should have rights

【FO4】 Two ways I want to write for MacCready

【DAI】 Solas kinda racist

Characterization rant (another one)

【Hobbit】 An ending to Bagginshield fics I wanna read

【FO4】 How Minutemen should be written

【DAO】 Why could I not marry Alistair?

【FO4】 Okay hear me out... Preston and X6-88

【Marvel】 a meme I made about what I thought the last episode of MoonKnight was going to have

【Spiderverse】 Okay hear me out... Pavitr and Hobie as unhinged platonic yanderes

【Spiderverse】 Miles is probably not bad at speaking Spanish

【Spiderverse】 Quick take on Peter B from both moives

【Marvel】 Okay hear me out... Deadpool dating a cannibal

I had a dumbass dream about Megamind

【Quarry】 small discussion (more)

【DAI】 Imagine if Solas wasn't lying about who he was

【BG3】 How would Astarion react to a younger Tav?

【DAO】 None of the HOFs are as qualified to lead against the blight as Aeducan

【Midnight Suns】 Tony would call the hunter 'The Hunter'

【FO4】 Deacon would have braces

Aeducan Doof meme

【DAV】 release the baby(Asaan)

【Marvel】 Deadpool/Wolverine healing factor take

【Marvel】 how Deadpool gets his contracts

【FO4】 Okay hear me out... X6's first emotions on the surface are probably disgust, anger, then terror in that order.

【DAO】 Brosca vs Aeducan handling the title 'Hero of the surface'

【FO4】 Deacon would surf and roller skate

【DAV】 Joining and leaving the Crows

【DAV】 Emmrich and Crow!Rook is very funny to me (also my canon)

【DAV】 Solas should have talked to you throughout the game

【DAV】 What Lucanis feeds Rook after the prison

【FO4】 Me and anon going to kill a behemoth

I think I've fallen down the Lewis Pullman pipeline

【DA】 Dwarf player characters who would have the craziest dialogue

【Marvel】 What did that little girl see in the trauma rooms?

[pedripop]

➥ “Ando varias noches sin dormir Estoy pedo, no te vo' a mentir Le hablé a otra morrita al deducir que te perdi”

kyo / gabriel, he / him, 18, transmasc, hispanic, self proclaimed spider boy, pavitr prabhakar irl!

➥ “Y ya no hay más Cosas que, contigo, quiero hablar Con otra piel, yo te voy a olvidar De mi mente, yo te voy a sacar”

writing blog -> @kyovstheworld!

➥ “Y ya nos verán pistear Pura cadena gruesa y las plebitas son del Instagram Diamantón, llevo en mi Glock”

COD, ATSV, MOONKNIGHT, MORTAL KOMBAT, GENSHIN, HONKAI, JJK, BSD!

➥ “Patek Philippe es mi reloj Yo sé qué tanto me costó”

i heart my moots!!!! -> @kitoshii @miguel-owhora @miguelo-hara2099 @thedarksideofprincedamien @lwustyz @fckedupdog @gazmialmagemela @huboi @kaidan-z @kylesgarrick @atlasaurusrex @elephant-nonnie @ccreekside @alistairsmonstercafe @axels-roses @oharaslover @ballsinyojaws2000 @pynkkgeto @dabisbratz @gettonight @dolligent @literallyrousseau @captjprice @jiiquokka @dreadfullyrottenn @ejundo @softggh0ul @vakseb

(sorry if i forgot anyone :( and thank u to my boyfriend for letting me steal his layout >:3)

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday, July 25th

XANDER: You gotta have something. (Looks at Buffy) Gotta be with movin' forward. BUFFY: (like a proud little kid) Like a shark. XANDER: Like a shark with feet and ... much less fins. SPIKE: (like a proud little kid) And on land! GILES: Very good!

~~Restless~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Death Reborn by Anonymous (Darla/Drusilla, T)

apocalypses and tacos by Anonymous (Fred/Faith, E)

wonder, still i wonder... by guin_ramble (Buffy/Giles, E)

Husband Hunter by simple_nothings (Buffy/Giles, T)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Plus Jamais, Chapter 13 by Wencel (Buffy/Angel, Wednesday crossover, T (in French))

hit rewind, Chapter 67 by untiljanuary (Buffy/Spike, M)

The Family Business, Chapter 25 by lou1spr1nce (Ensemble, multiple crossovers, T)

Autobot Meets Vampire, Chapter 7 by Philister (Faith, Transformers crossover, M)

A Reincarnation in Sunnydale, Chapter 41 by DracoRim98 (Buffy/Angel, M)

In the Company of Witches and Slayers: Chapter 110 by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer) (Willow/Tara, E)

Thirty Minutes or Less, Chapter 9 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Waiting for You, Chapter 14 by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Over the Hills and Far Away, Chapter 4 (complete!) by Rea (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

What She Deserves, Chapter 2 by flootzavut (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Buffybot Falls In Love, Chapter 1 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, PG)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: Buffy by Grayson R. Aveyard (worksafe)

Comic manip: rewatching buffy vs dracula and spike saying drac owed him money gave me moonknight vibes so by morguemoss (worksafe)

Artwork: Buffy sketch by Dangerous-Ask694 (worksafe)

[Recs]

Vid rec: Take Me To Church by Afterthebattle (Buffy/Spike) recced by operasanna

Vid rec: buffy+spike; we both still believe [season7] by misstheSlayer recced by spuffylife

[Community Announcements]

Last Day Of Round 1 Of The Regular WIPBB Artists Claims at wipbigbang

[Fandom Discussions]

does anyone have thoughts on this the wish - fool for love parallel ["death is (y)our art"] by chasingfictions

thinking about how spike and his shitty poems would have done numbers on insta by gingerteaonthetardis

How does “the father will kill the son” actually help Sahjahn achieve his objective of getting rid of Connor? by nicnacsnonsense

Randomly thinking about Buffy’s season 1 statement, “I’m 16. I don’t want to die.” And season 2 statement, “You have a choice. It’s not a good choice, but it’s a choice” by reality-schmality

I would watch a show where an Incan mummy gives kisses of death to stay alive by redhatmeg

The romantization of vampires in Lie To Me by redhatmeg

I love that Buffy is kinda protective of Giles [in The Dark Age] by redhatmeg

Buffy: Sometimes I wish to go back to the times when everything was normal by redhatmeg

Ted is such a unique episode by redhatmeg

"Slayer? Here, kitty, kitty!" by agirlinsearchof

Y’all remembering this scene where Giles and Ethan are having drinks at a pub? by amourcafecreme

It'd be cool if Wolfram and Hart had a lawyer at the Initiative by anonymous and riley-summers

I’m so glad they didn’t just use Spike as a one time villain in buffy by anonymous and sadisticretrieverbf

Are Slayers always an only child? by nightshade

Xanya and Money in S6 by Holden Norgorov

Buffy and Angel, slayer and champion by CanIBeAnne

Buffy's costume from HIM will be auctioned off in August by flow

One Of my Few Pet Peeves With the Show [the spell system] by Silent_Torches

emotional spike [in Lovers Walk] by user294859382

Favourite vampire universe between Vampire Diaries, Buffy/Angel and True Blood. Why/why not? by No-Translator-2144

What's your favourite Buffy Summers being Buffy Summers quotes? by Ardjc87

Where to go next? by alljuggledup

Angelus x Buffy by bangeldreamer

The first song we here in the Bronze: Spring Monkey - Believe by Nervous-Apricot4556

One of my favorite shows of all time by alexsolren

The print above Giles’ Fireplace by Final-Vehicle9023

Wesley and Angel by hereforbooksandshows

These two [Statler and Waldorf] are watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. What would they be saying? by MonsterTournament

So what do you think of Dawn's relationship [with Xander] in comics? by Morena1188

Spike's Behavior by Aromatic-Emotion-637

Question about 7x1 Lessons by HardBoiledOne

Buffy comment forums on AV Club - all disappeared by Geeta25

giles and joyce together by user294859382

"So Angel lives in LA and Buffy lives in... Wisconsin?" by doometteowo

Weird Crush [on cave!Buffy] by Organic_Individual52

OMWF & Hush. Thoughts? by You_were_myth-taken

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[autismsupermusicalassassin]

look how much I wrote on the cross over chapter and some aunt Layla moment

Still in drafts I’m hoping to get it finished soon as I can

[oddballwriter]

MOONKNIGHT FIC MASTERLIST

💕= romantic|👥= platonic|🔞= 18+ content/smut|🗣= requested|

|💧= angst | 🩹 - hurt-comfort|

ADDITIONAL: 🍼= baby/parenting involved

STEVEN GRANT CENTRIC

Your Drawings Look like Heaven to Me 💕🗣

Summary: Steven always enjoys your drawings and art, big or small, painting or simple sketch and doodle. But he's a bit surprised when he discovers that you have a habit of drawing a certain muse that you have.

All Over Your Face 💕

Summary: It's after a date and Steven is heading home after walking you home, but he can't help but notice that people are looking at him funny.

Made with Love 💕

Summary: A blurb where you cook Steven some traditional hispanic food because he's curious about how it tastes.

Last Warning 💕🔞

Summary: Steven wasn't usually a brat when it came to sex. But sometimes he really acted like one. So sometimes you need to put him back in his place. 

"So I Went Out With This Guy" 💕

Summary: You and Steven met on a dating app and went out on a date. It seemed nice by Steven is having doubts on if he did good or not after getting back home. It's by chance that he just happens to get his answer to his concerns placed at his lap.

Just Go with It 💕🔞

Summary: A very nervous date leads to going over to Steven's place. The both of you are very shy but with the help of Marc, Steven manages to get something started by talking to you and pouring a cup of tea.

Polaroids 💕🔞

Summary: Steven takes on the chore of cleaning around the flat while you're away on a trip. But in the process, Steven accidentally finds some risqué, to say the least, photos of you hidden away. Although he tries to resist, not knowing if he's meant to see them or not, he caves in and has some fun with them.

Two Left Skates 💕

Summary: Steven gets invited over to a roller rink by his crush, and neighbor, and he needs to focus on not making a fool of himself, and also focusing on skating rather than on her

Living Art 💕

Summary: Working in the gift shop doesn't really earn you any points in talking to people, that's something that Steven's learned the hard way. But that doesn't mean that there aren't some cases that happen once in a while.

Extra Credit 💕🔞

Summary: You and Steven decide to do some roleplay in the bedroom.

MARC SPECTER CENTRIC

Plus One makes a Sour One 💕

Summary: You and your old high school friends made a promise to go at each other's weddings, which you all keep. Regardless of the passing of time and what it brings. However, one out of place friend doesn't like that you've moved into find someone that you plan to have in your future.

Lady Problems 💕

Summary: The boys were happy to have you move in. They made it known that they wanted you to make a home with them as soon as you had gotten used to and seen everything about each other, both the good, strange, ugly, and vulnerable. And there were no actual problems with you at all. But you did come with something that Marc didn't fancy too well.

Good Smells 💕🩹

Summary: A nice little blurb involving Marc enjoying certain smells because they remind him of you.

Point of View 💕🩹

Summary: Marc has issues with his sense of worth to you as your boyfriend, but then again, he's able to find comfort in you as well.

Post-Nap Lunch 💕🍼

Summary: A blurb with Marc just being a new dad and doing new dad things.

Better Than Boring 💕

Summary: A blurb of Marc

You Look Sexy 💕🔞

Summary: They always say that no matter how you look, your boyfriend will always find you sexy and still want to have sex with you. And they're right.

Stacy's Mom 💕 Part 2

Summary: Marc is a single father to a lovely daughter, who has a friend who also has a single parent. He's never actually met Stacy's mom before, but when he finally does, he's taken aback by her.

Mama's Boy 💕🍼🩹

Summary: You and Marc's son has a specific attachment to you. And Marc couldn't be any happier.

The Tooth Fairy 💕🍼

Summary: Marc takes on the mission of being the tooth fairy and making the switch with the tooth and money when you daughter is asleep.

Vintage Cooking 💕

Summary: You and Marc decide to make a vintage meal from the 60s for fun because it looked awful. Turns out it is awful and making jokes is the only way to get through it. 

Healing Wounds 💕🩹🍼

Summary: Fatherhood was something that really healed Marc in a way that he couldn't imagine, and with that, situations are a lot less stress-inducing and let him enjoy finer moments with his family.

Early Morning 💕

Summary: Walking in the early morning when the sun is just starting to rise doesn't sound ideal to many, but for you Marc's worth the early morning walk.

Read Me to Sleep 💕🩹

Summary: Marc has issues falling asleep, so he listens to you read whatever book you're reading because it lulls him to sleep. But some nights, it's for something more than just sleeping problems.

Taste Test 💕

Summary: Marc offers to let you taste his blood for the sake of seeing if avatar blood tastes different, but Marc might want you to drink his blood for other reasons.

Stranger than Fiction 💕

Summary: Marc moves into a cabin in the woods to escape the risks of being found out as a werewolf but as he lives amongst nature and hears a few tales, he finds that he's not the only living piece of folklore around the forest.

JAKE LOCKLEY CENTRIC

Catfight 💕

Summary: You’re out on a bar date with your boyfriend and some girl isn’t taking the hint and you get a bit too possessive.

Parking Lot 💕🗣

Summary: Jake spoils you by going shopping with you for a nice new dress, but something gets in the way of it being the perfect shopping date when the two of you get to the parking lot afterward.

Candy 💕🔞

Summary: Jake buys some aphrodisiac candy from a shop and wants to try them out with you.

I Just Want to Get High With My Lover 💕🔞

Summary: A suggestive blurb where you and Jake get high and it fades into smut.

Handle with Care 💕🍼

Summary: Jake is overtaken with a sense of nervousness with carrying his child for the first time, seeing her as fragile and so easy to hurt. But after a year, he's very comfortable with handling her, in his own 'Jake-like' way.

Drive-In Movie 💕

Summary: You and Jake go on a date to a drive-in movie and have a nice wholesome time while also having some banter.

Honey, I'm Home 💕🔞

Summary: Taking up the role of being your little househusband was something that Jake wasn't really expecting to enjoy so much, but man, does he really love it~

Puppy Love 💕

Summary: Jake asks if you want a puppy, you think he's joking, but now you and the boys actually have a puppy.

MOON BOYS SYSTEM CENTRIC

The Sticky Note Game 💕

Summary: You have a silly little game that you, Jake, and Steven play. But someone accidentally messes it up and ends up finding out about said game.

Under Your Nose 💕

Summary: You are oblivious to the fact that your boyfriends Marc, Steven, and Jake are THE Moon Knight and they have to slip it by you sometimes in varying ways.

Appetite 💕🔞

Summary: You have a very high and demanding libido and the boys both are willing to and victim of needing to satisfy it.

Like They've Seen a Ghost 💕

Summary: You'll admit that the sight of you and the boys is certainly something interesting to witness. With them looking 'normal' and you being in your usual gothic style. But you would be lying if you said that seeing the reactions and interactions wasn't funny.

Personal Nurses 💕

Summary: You get sick with something and need to stay home, and so your lovely boyfriends take up the job of nursing you back to health.

[traveller-of-the-knight]

In general I think that moon knight would really dislike Strange. I mean he is a doctor, a neurosurgeon that is, I think he wouldn't be handling their DID in a sensitive way, just like any other doctor and he would focus on his goals, basically using mk to defeat his enemies. I think he would also be fascinated by their condition but in a very impolite way, asking them if he could study them ect.

JAKE WOULD DEFINITELY SLAP HIM

FUCK IT EVEN STEVEN WOULD DO THAT!

STEVEN!

I mean, he literally has the power to kick them out of their body and make them switch without their consent!

He would also definitely force them to switch so he could talk to who ever he needed. Which in case you don't know is a very bitchy thing to do.

Strange would need them to form the midnight sons (hopefully in the mcu with daredevil and the punisher)

And I am currently reading Black White and Blood where Marc goes desperately to Strange to beg him to help him escape from Khonshu.

So I think it would be interesting to see their relationship, where the system would need him in order to be free, but being treated by him not really like humans but more like a soldier and a science experiment, remind them of Khonshu.

Ok, so!

You know all the "Doctor Strange Astoprojects the mk system and we cinematically see the three alters slipping out of the body.

But but but hear me out!

What about Dr. Strange trying to push one person out of his body and failing because it is actually a system and he needs more strength to push them away.

So Strange would hit their chest multiple times expecting something to happen but uh-uh nothing and poor Steven tries to get away from him.

Eventually he puts more effort and manages to do something, that is making Jake front by pushing Steven away from the front and suddenly gets slapped by him.

Jake gets into a fist fight with Strange while Strange tries to use his powers to teleport Jale away from him.

Eventually he manages to astroproject them for a second and he sees Jake and Marc splitting from the body holding hands until Steven pulls them back in.

They are together in this they won't let anyone separate them, Strange needs to try harder.

[pupzophrenic]

🍁 Longterm Roleplay Searching ad (again, updated!)

Hello, I’m Jesse (he/they), I am 18 and I’m lookin’ for some specific ships to roleplay as of late! So heres me shooting my shot the only place I know where to.

Been roleplaying since maybe 11 or 12 years old from what I can remember, I also write fanfics, so my words do in fact….. word🙃

Before this post starts:

• I’d like to clarify I am a queer (trans) male, these pairings will be men for the most part, as I simply find males and mxm more relatable and enjoyable for me to participate in than other types of roleplay!

• Please be 18+ if you intend to dm me about this post, I like a bit of spice in my roleplays, and also just so its bot awkward af with romance stuff.

• Please be Advanced Literate to Novella if you plan to int with this post (at least 5 sentences every paragraph :,) )

• I am never quite in a rush to respond. Sometimes I might reply ASAP and other times I might take a while, please understand communication is key and responses from both ends dont need to be on any kind of schedule.

• Not very interested in OC pairings rn sorry!

Parings!:

blue = fav/rlly want

RDR: John/Arthur (also willing to do this as a non-pairing), John/Javier, John/Red Harlow, Arthur/Charles, (Id do Javier/Charles but Ive never played either </3… still on the table tho!)

Hannibal: Will/Hannibal

TWD: Rick/Daryl

Supernatural: Dean/Castiel

Madness Combat: Deimos/Sanford

Marvel: Venom/Eddie, Moonknight/Punisher, Ironfist/Starlord, Winter Solider/Captain America, Wintersolider/Hawkeye

Final Fantasy: Prompto/Noctis

Monkie Kid: Red Son/MK

“Muses” or who I would rather play:

orange = fav

John Marston

Daryl Dixon

Will Graham

Dean Winchester

Deimos

Eddie

Moonknight (Marc, Steven, Jake)

Starlord

Winter Solider

Prompto

Red Son

Further Info:

I live in CST

I only rp on Discord!!! (but DM me here first)

i will be completely honest if i dont wanna rp so we dont waste another’s time :]

[crazy-concubine]

♡~INTRODUCTION POST~♡

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My Characters I've made (they are all gay with he/they pronoun):

Flynn Alonso (Webz): Spider-man of Earth 73, Demiboy, dates the Carnage of their Universe #acrossthespiderverse

Salem (Sanity): Symbiote with a demon host, intersex, lives in the spider society headquarters, complicated relationship with Miguel #symbiotes

Walter Spector (Moon Knight): Son of Marc Spector and the next generation Moon Knight, anger issues, cisgender bundle of daddy issues #moonKnight

Flynn (Feral): Shapeshifter on the Doom Patrol, genderflux, dates Larry trainor and mainly likes being a raccoon #doompatrol

Aphra Constantine (Hellblazer): Demon child of John Constantine, intersex, takes over later on when they good too concerned with their drunk dead beat dad #hellblazer

Flynn Espira (Jigsaw): Hidden apprentice of Mark Hoffman that survived his trap, trans masc, toxic relationship with Hoffman, embodiment of the spiral practically #sawmovies

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~Love Interests to be clear~

Cletus Kasady (Carnage)

Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099)

Larry Trainor (Negative Man)

Mark Hoffman (Jigsaw)

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🔞NSFW🔞

They are ALL power bottoms except Feral, just an innocent little bottom

They like BDSM stuff, basically bondage, degradation but also praise, blood play, marking, ya know.... the basics ;3

FERAL IS LITERALLY VANILLA

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I am an artist and will probably be putting fanart on here of my people and dynamic stuff. Just a heads up on what's ahead.

[sh0esuke]

" A Hero In Disguise "

𝗠𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗰𝗲̀𝗻𝗲 : Moonknight

𝗥𝗲́𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲́ : Une voyageuse de la nuit s'est faite kidnappée, il est donc du devoir du poing de Konshu de s'en aller à sa rescousse. Mais ce n'est peut-être pas l'unique raison...

𝗔𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 : kidnapping, violence

ENG : PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORKS. If you want to translate it, ask me first then we can talk about it. If you want to find me on Wattpad or AO3, my accounts are in my bio, these are the ONLY ONES i have. FR : MERCI DE NE PAS VOLER MES OS. Si vous avez envie de les traduire, merci de me demander la permission avant. Si vous voulez me retrouver sur Wattpad ou AO3, j'ai des liens dans ma bio, ce sont mes SEULS comptes.

𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚜 : 𝟒,𝟒𝟔𝟗.

Commentaires, likes et reblogues super appréciés. Tout type de soutien l'est, merci beaucoup !! <33

Je sentais quatre choses. Elles étaient très distinctes.

Premièrement, la chaise sur laquelle j'étais posée, le dossier était dur, j'avais du mal à ne pas avoir la nuque endoloris, ainsi assise, les pieds grinçaient dès que je faisais le moindre mouvement. Le bois devait être vieux, peu entretenu. La chaise était dans un état pitoyable, sûrement abandonnée depuis longtemps ou trouvée dans une décharge.

En second, c'était mes mains.

Elles étaient dans mon dos, collées contre la chaise, une longue corde les reliant. Mes poignets me brûlaient. Le morceau de corde était finement serré. Le nœud était malveillant : à chaque fois que je me risquais à me tortiller ⸺encore une fois parce que le dossier de la chaise m'était insupportable⸺ le cordage se resserrait et m'ôtait la capacité de respirer. Des micro fils titillaient ma peau, la corde elle aussi ne semblait pas en bon état. Elle grinçait.

Troisièmement, c'était cette odeur putride.

Elle m'entourait, me donnait des hauts le cœur, à base de poisson pourris et de merde ⸺littéralement, de la véritable merde⸺, ça m'empêchait autant de respirer que la corde enroulée autour de mes poignets. Torture aurait été le mot adéquat pour qualifier la situation. Aucun être humain ⸺certainement pas de ma trempe⸺ méritait un tel traitement.

Finalement, la dernière chose que je sentais, était le morceau de tissu qui masquait ma vue. Il n'était pas aussi épais que ça. Je voyais un peu à travers, je remarquais notamment la lampe au plafond, ses rayons me donnaient une petite idée d'où je me trouvais. Une pièce.

Je ne me sentais ni en extérieur, ni trop profondément en terre. Des voitures roulaient dehors, mais l'endroit était suffisamment clos pour qu'aucun brin d'air ne me touche. Tâter le sol me permit de sentir le béton le constituant. Ça sonnait creux. Le bruit résonna dans les quatre coins de la pièce, cela me certifiait que l'endroit était vide.

« Il y a quelqu'un ? » me risquai-je à demander, hésitante.

Ça avait été plus fort que moi. L'impression d'avoir une paire d'yeux rivée sur mes épaules me démangeait, je me devais d'y remédier. Je tournai la tête. Me fiant à mon nez, j'osai renifler. Puis, je tendis l'oreille.

Un vile relent de transpiration m'arracha une plainte. Mon visage se froissa et ma gorge s'ouvrit. Jamais de ma vie, je n'avais encontré une odeur aussi dégueulasse.

« Enfin réveillée ? »

Un souffle chaud s'échoua sur ma nuque, je sursautai en réponse et m'empressai de bouger. Je m'écartai autant que possible.

« Ne vous approchez pas ! »

Ma menace ne semblaient pas l'avoir effrayé ⸺il n'avait pas reculé⸺ il déposa ses mains sur mes bras, proche de mes épaules. Je les sentais chaudes et collantes, des mains rugueuses, des mains d'homme.

« C'est qu'on a eu du mal à te chopper, trésor. »

Sa voix était cassée, elle trahissait sa fatigue. J'aurais eu pitié de lui, si il n'y avait pas eu cet éclat malsain dans le ton de sa phrase, ni utilisé ce fichu surnom de merde.

« On a dû attendre que ce fils de chien d'héros baisse sa garde et te laisse toute seule. »

Je me figeai lorsqu'il fit référence à monsieur Knight. Son aveux me rendit fébrile, horrifiée à la simple pensée que, qui qu'ils soient, ils aient des connaissances dépassant celles du grand publique. Depuis combien de temps avaient-ils leurs yeux braqués sur moi ? Depuis quand attendaient-il leur chance ?

« Et puis il y a ton père, aussi. » rit-il. « Le détective Flint, complètement obsédée par sa gamine. »

Un de ses doigts tapota ma joue. Son toucher me répugna. Je me jetai presque dessus, me hâtant de le mordre, toutefois, il le retira de justesse, me laissant bêtement déchiqueter l'air.

« C'était un timing serré. »

L'homme retira ses mains de mon corps, je l'entendis marcher autour de moi. C'était lui, il était le responsable de cette vile odeur qui me donnait la nausée. Il puait la sueur et la viande avariée, un mélange maléfique qui faisait tourner ma tête.

« Entre Moonknight et un détective affûté, il fallait agir vite et surtout, ne pas laisser de trace. Il paraît que l'autre enflure voit des choses que les humains sont incapables de remarquer. T'y crois ça ? Quel taré. »

Je serrai les poings.

« Taisez-vous. » le coupai-je.

« Quoi, tu vas m'en empêcher ? »

« Je vous interdis de cracher sur cet homme, c'est un héros ! Vous devriez prendre vos jambes à vos cous, car il va venir ! » je m'écriai. « Et lorsqu'il sera arrivé, il sera trop tard pour demander pardon. Même implorer les Dieux ne vous sauvera pas. »

« Tu es croyante, tien ? »

« Il n'est pas question de croire. »

Il s'était stoppé sur ma droite. Par dessus mon épaule, son hésitation se fit omniprésente. Elle flottait tel un nuage de toxines.

« Il est le châtiment divin, vous devriez le savoir depuis tout ce temps. Le Chevalier de la lune. »

Il se tordit de rire avec arrogance.

« Mais bien sûr. »

Un frémissement parcourut mon dos. Tandis que mes propos affirmaient des faits irréfutables et une volonté de fer, au sein de mon cœur, un sentiment de peur effroyable me terrifia. Le vide dans mon estomac me mit mal à l'aise. Car j'avais beau m'étaler et menacer cet homme, je n'avais toujours pas la moindre idée d'où je me trouvais. J'étais retenue contre mon gré par des criminels ⸺sûrement en voulaient-ils à mon père, après toutes ces années passées à servir le gouvernement, il n'était pas surprenant de voir qu'il se fasse des ennemis⸺ et j'étais dans l'incapacité de m'en sortir seule. Je n'étais qu'une citoyenne, pas un surhomme.

J'étais familière avec l'idée que me débattre ne servirait à rien. Je n'avais pas la capacité physique et mentale pour m'échapper, l'unique chose sur laquelle je pouvais me concentrer en cet instant était les tremblements provoqués par mon sentiment d'horreur.

« Lorsqu'on te tuera, » reprit l'homme. « parce que, ouais, ma jolie, on va te buter. »

Il était réapparu devant moi.

« Je vais me faire un plaisir de le faire sous ses yeux. »

« Mon père vous en empêcher- »

« Tu sais bien que je ne parlais pas de lui. »

Évidement.

« Ça fait des mois qu'on vous observe, on sait qu'il passe régulièrement dans ton appartement de merde, juste pour s'assurer que rien ne t'es arrivé. »

Non, non.. Mon souffle se fit erratique. Je paniquais. Ces révélations me rendirent toute fébrile car elles confirmaient que j'avais bel et bien été sous surveillance depuis tout ce temps. Monsieur Moonknight m'avait répété qu'être proche de lui n'était qu'un mélange de mésaventures, avec un surplus de mort. Il avait été maudit par les Dieux. Malgré tout, j'avais pressé la chose, j'avais affirmé que nous voir ne signifiait rien. Visiblement, j'avais eu tort. Et c'était ainsi que je l'apprenais.

Je ne voulais pas mourir.

Mon heure n'était pas venue !

« Au début, j'étais surpris, il a pas l'habitude de laisser des traces derrière lui. »

Un métal froid posé contre ma tempe me sortit de mes songes. L'homme était plus proche. Il avait... Je n'arrivais pas à savoir ce que c'était, mais un couteau n'était certainement pas la réponse. Le morceau était trop épais.

« Mais au final, on a tous compris. »

Je poussai une plainte, le sentant enfoncer le canon de l'arme dans mon crâne.

« L'amour, hein ? » cracha-t-il. « Ça en fait faire des conneries. Même pour le plus crétin des héros. »

Il descendit le pistolet contre ma gorge, il le plaqua contre ma jugulaire, là où je la sentis vivement palpiter. Elle s'affola avec ardeur. Il était sur le point de tirer. Je le comprenais, c'était clair comme de l'eau de roche, il cherchait la force en lui de réprimer ce besoin bestial, mais me voir aussi esseulée et faible devait lui plaire. Il voulait appuyer sur la détente, voir ce que ça faisait de tuer quelqu'un. Sûrement ne l'avait-il jamais fait.

« T'en fais pas, ton heure- »

L'homme se fit coupé par un énorme bruit de casse. Cela s'était produit au fond de la pièce, j'entendis des blanches de bois se briser et tomber au sol. Immédiatement, l'atmosphère se solidifia. Elle s'alourdit.

« Toi... »

Je criai, sentant l'homme étrangler ma nuque contre son bras, il me plaqua contre la surface de son torse, forçant ainsi son odeur putride à entrer plus intensément en contact avec mes narines. Ma langue s'extirpa de mes lèvres, j'étais à deux doigts de régurgiter mon déjeuner. J'avais beau me débattre, taper des pieds ou faire gigoter mes poignets meurtris, cela ne servit à rien.

« Bouge pas, l'enflure. » aboya l'homme. « On sait tous les deux ici que tu tiens à ta chérie, ça serait dommage qu'il lui arrive quelque chose, n'est-ce pas ? »

« Je suis le protecteur des voyageurs de nuit. »

« Avance pas, je te dis ! Enculé ! »

Le bruit de pas persistait. C'était lui, c'était monsieur Moonknight, j'aurais reconnu cette voix au ton indifférent entre mille.

« Tu as touché à quelqu'un qui compte à mes yeux, j'espère que tu es prêt à en payer le prix. »

Le métal du canon força son chemin dans ma bouche. Un gémissement aiguë me quitta. Je m'étouffais contre le pistolet, je manquais rapidement d'air, affolée. Lui, continua d'entrer en moi. Il s'arrêta pile au bon moment. J'avais été à ça de vomir. Tout de même, il était posé profondément dans ma bouche, il touchait mon gland, se frottait contre mes murs ⸺ce qui laisserait sans surprise des marques.

« Tu veux qu'elle crève, c'est ça !? Tu tiens si peu à ta copine, le protecteur de mon cul !? »

Qu'il parte, qu'il se recule, bon sang !, qu'on l'écarte de moi. Son odeur corporelle et sa peau si sale, ce mélange me rendait hystérique. J'encrai mes talons aiguilles dans le sol et gigotai. Je me tortillai dans tous les sens. Qu'il sorte son fichu pistolet de ma bouche !

« Arrête de bouger, salope ! »

« MH-MHHH ! »

« Je t'avais prévenu. »

Un fin bruit dans l'air fila jusqu'à moi, il frôla de justesse mon oreille, en guise de sifflement, et, la seconde suivante, je sentis mon kidnappeur tomber au sol. Sa prise sur son arme disparu, je la recrachai violemment. Avec ma force restante, j'avais repoussé le canon de mes lèvres.

« Ne viens pas te plaindre après. »

Un instant de plus passé, mes liens furent défaits. Tandis que j'apportai de manière maladroite mes poignets à mes cuisses, dans le but de masser les parties heurtées, l'on toucha à mon bandeau. De fins doigts touchaient ma chevelure.

« Vous êtes venus. »

Je le pensais derrière moi, occupé à me rendre mon sens le plus primordial, cependant, lorsque je rouvris mes yeux, quelle ne fut pas ma surprise de voir monsieur Moonknight droit devant moi. Son visage masqué n'était qu'à quelques centimètres du mien, ses yeux blancs rivés dans les miens. À travers le tissu de son couvre-chef, sa respiration me parvenait.

« J'en étais persuadée. »

« C'est la première et dernière fois. »

À peine eus-je le temps de l'admirer qu'il se redressa et s'en alla, cela ne me prit point de court, il avait cette fâcheuse habitude de disparaître, aussi rapidement qu'il était arrivé, avec les mois, je m'y étais faite.

Je me propulsai hors de ma chaise ⸺oubliant au passage de la regarder afin de m'assurer qu'elle avait l'air aussi terrible qu'elle l'était lorsque j'avais été assise dessus⸺. Je pressai le pas en direction du héros masqué. Ignorant la hauteur de mes talons aiguilles, et de ma tenue peu adaptée pour les footings, je fis tout ce qui fut en mon pouvoir pour le rattraper. Cela n'était pas aussi difficile que je l'imaginais.

Monsieur Moonknight n'était pas vraiment un homme qui se fondait dans le décors, c'était à croire qu'il voulait qu'on le remarque. Habillé d'un blanc traditionnel. Il le faisait volontairement, quel être curieux...

« Attendez, vous ne pouvez pas partir comme ça ! »

Mes doigts se saisirent de son poignet.

Autour de nous, n'était que pénombre et désespoir. Je ne parvenais pas encore à savoir où nous nous trouvions, tout ce que je savais était que c'était un vieux bâtiment. Il était poussiéreux, les vitres étaient barricadées et même le sol surplombé d'une fine couche de gris. Les seules choses qui faisaient taches étaient l'une des vitres entièrement explosée sur le même étage, et Moonknight qui, grâce à la fenêtre, était joliment éclairé par les rayons lunaires. Tandis qu'il fit volte-face dans ma direction, il scintilla encore un peu plus. Je savais ce fait scientifique et explicable, j'étais tout de même incapable de m'en remettre, aveuglée par son immensité. Il me fit à présent face. Et j'en perdis mes mots.

C'était que nous étions jolis ainsi.

Il devait penser pareil.

« Merci. »

Je me saisis d'une de ses mains.

« Merci de m'avoir sauvée. Je n'ai pas douté un seul instant que vous- »

Elle reposait entre les miennes.

« Assez. »

Il tourna le dos.

« Non, ne partez pas ! »

Je me jetai sur son bras, le pressant vigoureusement contre ma poitrine et entremêlant mes doigts aux siens. Fait prisonnier, le héros fut contraint de me regarder à nouveau. Je le sentais frustré. Enragé même. Cependant, cela ne m'effraya point, ce soir, j'avais connu pire. Moonknight n'était pas le type d'homme à me faire peur, je m'en fichais éperdument qu'il soit un meurtrier, ça m'était égal que, à travers cet étage et ceux restants, reposent une panoplie de cadavres, ses victimes. Cela me rassurait plus qu'autre chose, car cela me confirmait qu'il n'était pas un héros qui remettait les choses au lendemain, qui avait trop peur de sauter le pas afin de sauver ceux le méritant réellement.

« Monsieur Knight. »

Je battis vigoureusement des cils.

« Vous êtes mes sauveurs. Vous tous. »

La fine pression qu'il exerça sur ma main me prouva que j'eus bien parlé. Je m'étais exprimée avec le cœur, le même qui avait chaviré pour ce dangereux homme camouflé de blanc. Ce même homme qui m'avait sauvé la vie.

Je nécessitais son approbation. Qu'il m'adore autant que je l'adorais, qu'il m'aime autant que je l'aimais.

« Je suis le protecteur des voyages de nuit, c'est mon travail. Je n'ai pas ma place avec- »

« S'il vous plaît. »

Monsieur Knight avait toujours été vague sur qui il était réellement. J'étais.. J'étais familière avec cette histoire de cinq personnalités ? À un certain point. Celles humaines, celles divines ⸺je ne savais jamais vraiment à qui je m'adressais lorsque nous nous parlions, j'avais donc pris cette habitude de m'adresser à tous ceux présents dans sa tête, car, qu'ils le veuillent ou non, je les aimais tous⸺, j'avais l'audace de me vanter. Monsieur Moonknight et moi partagions bien des choses. Des secrets, des choses dont nous avions décidé d'un commun d'accord d'oublier et bien d'autres.

« Vous venez de me sauver la vie, vous ne pouvez pas partir ainsi. » le suppliai-je, la voix fébrile.

J'avais froid aussi, ma peau était recouverte par de la chair de poule et j'étais toute tremblante, ça m'était insupportable. Je me focalisais sur mon contact physique avec le super-héros, ma main plaquée sur son poignet. Je m'accrochais à lui. Malgré tout, je ne pus empêcher mon corps de trembler.

« Vous êtes fantastiques. »

J'étais émerveillée par sa grandeur. Un homme si fort et brave était dressé devant moi, malgré ses antécédents et son casier judiciaire. Malgré ce que les gens disaient sur lui. Moi, je ne voyais en lui que pureté et force. Je fus incapable de détourner mon regard de son visage, le besoin de retirer son masque, de plonger mon regard dans le sien me démangea grandement, j'étais titillée rien qu'à l'idée de connaître la couleur de ses yeux. Ça serait trahir sa confiance, je m'y étais résignée et me retins donc de lui manquer autant de respect. Je ne fis que l'observer, penchée contre lui et toute tremblante, j'eus passé une poignée de secondes dans cette position, sans l'entendre parler ni sans le sentir se reculer de moi.

« Tu m'admires. » constata le héros. « Pour quelle raison ? »

Les battements de mon cœur se faisaient rapides, sa question m'avait prise par surprise.

« Moi ? »

Il ne répondit pas, me laissant le temps de réfléchir.

« Vous êtes juste... Vous êtes bons. »

Monsieur Moonknight posa son autre main sur mon épaule, le contact de son gant chaud contre ma peau glacée me força à frémir. Il sembla le remarquer puisque, sans attendre, il caressa ma peau dans de doux gestes, telle l'aiguille d'une pendule.

« Vous savez punir ceux qui le méritent, pas comme ces héros ridicules qui laissent vivre de véritables abominations. Vous ajustez la punition en fonction du crime, je trouve ça épatant. »

« Tu n'es pas effrayée ? » il me demanda ⸺il me donna plutôt l'impression de faire une observation.

Je secouai la tête.

« Non. »

Ma main libre se déposa sur son torse.

« Je vous l'ai dit. Vous êtes bons, je vous admire. Je vous aime. »

« C'est impossible. »

« Pourquoi ça ? » m'étonnai-je, intriguée. « Qui ne tomberait pas amoureuse d'un héros aussi brave et juste que vous ? »

« Foutaises. »

Il se détacha violemment de moi, se dirigea vers les escaliers. Mon cœur se serra.

« Je sais ce que vous avez fait. »

Sa main se déposait sur la rampe, il posait son pied sur la première marche, prêt à descendre la deuxième.

« Les Avengers, je veux dire. »

Il s'arrêta.

« Je sais que vous avez mis le monde en danger, et je sais que vous avez tué des gens. » déclarai-je. « C'est les deux choses qui remontent lorsqu'on parle du chevalier de la nuit. Ça, et vos petits problèmes. »

Monsieur Moonknight releva la tête.

« Mais ai-je l'air de m'en préoccuper ? »

Je trottinais jusqu'à lui, ignorant que je portais des talons aiguilles. Ils s'écrasaient contre le parquet poussiéreux, ils le faisaient grincer et bouger de manière angoissante, à croire qu'une seconde de plus passée dessus, l'étage s'effondrerait. Je courais avec mes bras relevés. J'étais pressée de le rejoindre, je désirais le faire changer d'avis. Il m'était impossible de rester sur une défaite.

Monsieur Moonknight me regardait arriver dans ma jolie robe de soie, elle dépassait mes genoux, ouverte en une fente sur ma cuisse. Elle bougeait au rythme de ma course. Mes poumons étaient écrasés par un corset ⸺il était en dessous de mes seins⸺ dont des fils entremêlés et noués au devant avaient été laissé, ainsi à choir. L'accessoire mettait ma poitrine en valeur, quelque chose déjà fait par ma robe en décolleté V, et des bretelles en guise de dernier recours afin qu'elle ne tombe pas. Le comble était que, tout comme le super-héros qui me faisait face, je n'étais habillée que de blanc, des pieds à la tête, en partant de mes chaussures, jusqu'à ma robe, mon corset et le petit bracelet autour de mon poignet. Notre esthétique était si similaire, nous étions comme les deux mêmes faces d'une pièce, faits pour être ensemble. Je n'étais pas le Yang de son Yin. Il n'y avait pas de eux et de moi, c'était nous.

« Je vous aime. »

Répéter cela me fit du bien.

C'était mettre du poids sur mes sentiments, y rajouter de la valeur.

« Je suis folle amoureuse de vous, peu importe ce que vous direz. Je m'en fiche que vous me repoussiez, je suis éperdument éprise de vous, mes sentiments ne s'en iront pas, je le refuse. »

Sachant que monsieur Moonknight avait déjà descendu une marche et que je portais des talons, je le surplombais largement une fois devant lui. Ça ne semblait pas l'importuner. Ou plutôt, il ne le montrait pas.

« Tu ne sais pas dans quoi tu t'embarques. »

« Je viens d'être enlevée, je pense avoir ma petite idée. »

J'apportai mes mains jusqu'à saisir son visage en coupe. Je l'attrapai. Cueillant son visage, je me permis de m'approcher.

« Ne me dites pas non. Pitié. »

Monsieur Moonknight attrapa mes poignets.

« Je ne peux pas dire oui pour autant. »

Je sentis mes entrailles se déchirer.

« Ne me repoussez pas. »

Désespérée, je revenais sur mes affirmations. "Je m'en fiche que vous me repoussiez" ? Connerie. J'étais incapable de passer à autre chose si il me faisait l'affront de me dire non. J'en mourrai.

« L'un d'entre-vous doit bien le vouloir, n'est-ce pas ? »

Je cherchai dans ses yeux fantomatiques une réponse. Je les regardai tour à tour, c'était si dur de savoir à quoi il pensait. Ce masque n'était pas le seul responsable, monsieur Moonknight était trop énigmatique comme personnage, l'aimer était similaire à mordre sa propre langue. C'était une affreuse erreur à laquelle il était impossible d'échapper. J'avais beau le regarder de haut, il était maître de la situation. Il me faisait chavirer. Je sombrais dans la folie. Pourquoi Diable ne voulait-il pas me répondre .

« N'est-ce pas ? » insistai-je.

Je compressai ses joues entre mes paumes.

« Nous le voulons tous. »

Je me figeais.

« Nous te désirons tous, pas une seule nuit ne s'écoule sans que le désir de te faire notre nous ronge. »

Monsieur Moonknight décrocha mes mains de lui, il instaurait une certaine distance entre nous afin de me préparer au pire.

« Mais j'ai un devoir envers Konshu. »

Non..

« J'ai une dette à rembourser, et avant que ça soit le cas, je ne serais pas apte à aimer qui que ce soit. Je ne peux pas te combler. »

Ma respiration était bloquée dans mes poumons, sa réponse venait de me broyer les intestins, ça m'en donnait la nausée.

« Qu'il s'agisse de Jake, de Marc, de Steven. » conta-t-il. « Aucun de nous ne peux t'offrir l'histoire d'amour que tu mérites. »

Ces noms m'étaient peu familiers, je ne m'en préoccupais pas.

« Mais je vous aime. »

« Et nous t'aimons en retour, tu devras te contenter de ça. »

Un sourire fleurissait sur mes lèvres. Ses mots me faisaient mal, néanmoins, apprendre que ce héros si noble partageait mes sentiments me flattait immensément. Mon cœur explosa de joie. J'en eus mal à la tête.

« Je serai la pour te venir en aide, lorsque minuit arrivera et qu'une autre vermine posera ses mains sur toi. Je le réduirai à néant. »

Il sépara ses mains des miennes pour poser les siennes sur mes épaules, il caressa ma peau nue. Encore une fois, le contact de ses gants sur mon épiderme était très agréable. Ça me rassurait. Il était proche de moi, j'étais immunisée contre les dangers du monde, ainsi dévoilée et entourée par son aura protectrice, j'étais invincible.

« Mais ces mains ne peuvent rien faire d'autre. »

Sa contradiction me fit déglutir.

« Elles ne peuvent t'aimer, elle sont dans l'incapacité de guérir, elles ne peuvent que punir. Elles sont tachées de sang, elles portent le poids de mes crimes. »

« Je les aime tout de même. »

« J'en suis conscient. »

Sur ce, monsieur Moonknight me lâcha.

« Contente toi de cette réponse. »

« Mais si j'en parlais à votre Dieu ? Pourrais-je changer les choses ? »

« Konshu ne marchande pas avec les mortels. »

Je grinçai des dents. Le super-héros se saisit d'un bâton accroché à sa cuisse et le brandit fièrement au dessus de sa tête. Du côté du rez-de-chaussée, j'entendis des voix s'élever, elles étaient nombreuses, paniquées. Monsieur Moonknight s'accrocha au plafond, son bâton s'était modifié et à l'aide de son gadget, venait de se propulser haut dans les airs.

« Drone quatre : récupération. Entre les coordonnées envoyées. Toit. »

Horrifiée, je tendis la main.

« Non, ne partez pas ! »

Monsieur Moonknight se noyait dans la pénombre, malgré sa tenue composée d'un blanc éclatant, il n'eut aucun mal à disparaître dans l'obscurité et à devenir invisible. Cela m'effraya grandement car, après nos révélations, j'avais peur que cela change quelque chose entre nous. Nos rencontres, nos discussions, nos confessions.. Tout cela faisait partie de mon quotidien. À travers ces interactions, je conservais ma santé mentale. Et si il prenait peur et me fuyait ?

« Par ici. Je l'aperçois ! »

Mes jambes me lâchèrent : je m'effondrais au sol, ma main pressée contre la rambarde.

Pur chaos.

L'on arrêtait mes kidnappeurs. Dans tous les sens, étage un, trois, six, sept, dernier, second. J'ouïs une horde de policiers menotter ces vils criminels. Les derniers parvinrent à mon étage ⸺le dernier⸺ quelques minutes plus tard, extrêmement essoufflés que c'en fut embarrassant. Je ne les regardais pas. Je ne relevais pas la tête. Où regardai-je ? Là était une intéressante question. Je n'en avais pas la réponse.

Pas même lorsque je sentis les mains aimantes de mon père me saisir et me secouer, je refusais de croiser son regard.

« Mon ange, tu vas bien ?!»

Mes poignets me faisaient un mal de chien. Monsieur Moonknight les avait agrippé sans considération, la forme des cordes qui avait précédemment été utilisée pour me retenir avait marqué ma chair. Voilà qui était embarrassant. Je n'avais plus froid à présent. Une veste était posée sur mes épaules, l'odeur était familière.

« Chérie, tu m'entends ? »

« Papa ? »

Mon père avait toujours sa veste sur ses épaules, ça n'était pas la sienne.

« Moonknight m'a sauvée, papa. »

Sa main cueillit ma joue.

« Je sais. »

Il embrassa mon front, il me chatouillait au passage avec sa moustache toute ébouriffée. Autour de nous, la vague de policiers s'activait, elle nettoyait les pièces, forçaient les vermines à dévaler les marches en direction de l'extérieur, et surtout, elle nous laissait tranquille. Je ne sentais que la présence de deux hommes, je présumais qu'ils me gardaient en sécurité.

« Tu es au courant ? »

Mon père réajustait affectueusement la position de la veste sur mes épaules.

« Qui crois-tu que j'ai appelé lorsque tu as disparu ? » marmonna-t-il. « Je savais qu'il te retrouverait. »

Mon cœur s'emballa.

« Il était là. »

C'était la sienne, c'était sa veste. Dans le désespoir du moment, trop heurtée pour m'en rendre compte, je ne l'avais pas senti ni vu déposer sa veste sur mes épaules, mais cela expliquait pourquoi son odeur m'était aussi familière. C'était la sienne.

« Je sais, mon ange. » répondit mon père. « Tu es prête à te lever ? Est-ce que tu peux marcher ? »

« Je.. Je pense. »

Mon père me présenta sa main. Je la saisis.

« Allons-y dans ce cas. »

Le sourire qu'il m'offrit me réconforta. Sans une once de regret, je posai ma main dans celle de mon père, je m'aidai en prenant appui sur lui afin de me relever sur mes talons aiguilles. Il me guida à travers les marches d'escaliers. Elles étaient interminables. Je les dévalais avec soin, le corps fragilisé et l'esprit épuisé. L'obscurité n'aidait pas. C'était à peine si je voyais où je posais le pied. Ma soirée diabolique se conclut ainsi sur cette note.

Abandonnée par l'homme de mes rêves, retrouvée par la police, j'avais frôlé et échappé à la mort pour la première fois de ma vie. Sans savoir que ça ne serait pas la dernière.