Moonknight Imagines☆Preferences

Preference☆001

How you meet

Marc Spector
○ You worked at a local London coffee shop, it was a dead end job but it paid the bills. One day Marc walked in and you waved at him making your way to the register side of the counter. He lightly waved back squinting up at the chalked out menu above you. Confused you gazed back behind you before shifting your attention back to him.
    "You don't want you usual?" You questioned, he shot you a confused expression.
     "What are you talking about?" His accent was different, the man who came in before was English like you. You rolled your eyes producing a fake laugh for him.
       "Funny. Really, great accent too. Do you want your usual or not?" You shot back causing his expression to drop.
        "Yea, sure, my usual. How much?" You rang him up before beginning to make his coffee, your shop was never busy so at the moment he was the only one there. He always got a regular coffee with two sugars and one creme. At least, someone that looked exactly like him did. This man was different then the man that was in your shop before. He seemed confident and.. tired extremely tired. You shook it off, placing the cup at the pick up counter. The man saw this and stood picking up the cup and peering at the name you had written on it. His expression shifted to a more frustrated one as he glared at the name.
      "This mine?" He questioned shifting weight from one foot to the other. You turned looking around the room, this in turn answered his question.
        "My names not Steven." He stated before making his way from the establishment. What an odd man.

Steven Grant
● It was a fairly rainy day in London, which wasn't particularly unusual to say the least. Unfortunately on this particular day you completely forgot your umbrella. So there you sat outside a museum, you were tempted to go in but it looked like it was probably closed. This was your only option, to sit and wait for the rain to stop. Luckily, you didn't have to do that because out came a rather nice looking man. You didn't pay much attention to him at first, but he noticed you right away. Taking a moment to look between you and the pouring rain he made his way to you. Nervously fidgeting with the buttons on his tweed jacket.
     "S'cuse me. Um, do you need help?" He questioned causing you to turn your attention to him. Admittedly he was very attractive, even the nervousness about him was cute. You nodded looking up at him as he continued to fidget.
      "I forgot my umbrella." He nodded in understanding before walking back through the doors he came from. This perplexed you to say the least but you shrugged it off looking back out at the rainy streets. Moments later he came back another umbrella in hand.
      "This is from the lost and found which I'm technically not supposed to take from. If you bring it back tomorrow, it'll be like it never left, yea?" Your eyes widened causing your lips to upturn into a wide smile.
        "Alright, thank you! I'll bring it back tomorrow I swear." He smiled handing you the umbrella before opening his. The two of you went your separate ways, although you knew it wouldn't be the last time you saw each other.

Jake Lockley
■ Today you need a cab, it was late and you just needed to get home. You just found out that your significant other had cheated on you, and you just wanted to go home. So you hailed a cab, and in minutes one pulled up. You hopped in, tears staing your face, your cab driver was oddly young with dark curly hair. He squinted at you through the rear view mirror, probably wondering why he had to be the one to pick up someone who was crying. Oddly though, he turned he had a tough looking face but his expression was soft.
     "Where we goin?" He questioned handing you a tissue. You took it and wiped the tears that sat in the corners of your eyes.
      "45th street, please." You said sniffling a bit before leaning your head against the window. It was quiet for a moment before the driver spoke up.
       "So, what they hell are you cryin about?" He questioned peaking at you through the rear view mirror every once in a while. You scoffed glaring at him through the same mirror.
        "I'm not sure why that's any of your business."
         "Hey I'm just trying to make small talk alright? Don't get your panties in a twist." You scoffed once more, and luckily arrived at your destination.
         "Thank god." The man rolled his eyes taking the money from your hand as you gave it to him. Before driving off he rolled down his window.
          "Look I'm sorry, didn't mean to strike a nerve. It's his loss, you'll find someone better." He stated with a wink before driving off, what a jerk.

Khonshu
☆ You were dying, like most people that had the opportunity to meet a god you laid on the brink of death. It was a rather long story but to shorten you were riding through the desert when you car stopped suddenly. A group of men pulled up asking if you needed help, when you declined they attacked. Slashing at you and chasing you into a nearby temple before pinning you to the floor.
    "Help!" Was the only thing you could get out as hand wrapped tightly around your throat. A deep voice echoed from up above.
      "I can help, but you'll have to return the favor and serve me." Said the voice ominously, not being able to make a word out you nodded and felt a surge of energy through your body. Fabrics wrapped tightly around you as you shoved the men from your body with full force. They tried to attack but you incapacitated them with ease. A figure appeared in front of you, he was tall and had the head of a skeletal bird. He looked down upon you as you gazed up at him the mask around your face falling.
      "Are you the one who saved me?" You questioned to which he nodded
       "I am eternally grateful to you." You stated falling onto one knee in worship to him, this delighted him.
        "This is going to be fun."

Layla El-Faouly
◇The two of you met through Steven actually. You and Steven had been long time friends and you even worked together. He's helped you through hard times and now it was your turn to help him. The two of you ran out of the museum him falling on the hard pavement. Someone on a motorcycle stopped right beside him, she flicked up her visor and looked at him.
     "Marc?!" You and Steven exchanged confused looks at each other before you looked back at the woman.
      "Who the hells marc?" You questioned raising an eyebrow, she shifted her attention to you.
       "Thats Marc, who're you?" You shook your head pointing at Steven.
        "Thats Steven, and I think I could ask you the same question." She rolled her eyes before forcing Steven up, he hopped on the back of her bike zooming off. Leaving you behind of course, that was the first time you met her. Although it wasn't much of an introduction, she stuck in your mind prominently.

A/N: No one actually asked but my favorite character is Jake Lockley. He's a total badass in the comics, so I'm writing for him too -Writer-