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hellsfirekeepsyouwarm · 2 years

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"The Moon Had Other Plans"

Hello everybody, i entered the Moon Knight writing phase. I'm obsessing, so this man is always on my mind. This might get a part 2, and after that a 3. Depends on how my creativity works in the next weeks. Enjoy this little piece, it's super angsty, srry.

Marc Spector x Partner!Reader (no Steven in this :c)

Warnings: Blood, injuries, death, mentions of suicide, spoiler (ish) for ep. 5

Summary: Reader is Marc's mercenary partner and lover, and she's with him on that one night when everything changed. Marc watches everything unfold before his eyes, and thinks he lost the girl he loves..

Part 2

Pain was the only thing that existed in Marc. His body lost too much blood, the wound on his side leaking crimson, painting the trail he crawled, the boring sand soaking up the red liquid like a thirsty creature. While his brain tried to deal with the torment of the body, his chest squeezed his lungs and heart together as he still saw your from the shelter of the tomb.

If it wasn't for the pool of blood under you, he would have said you were just sleeping. Peacefully, just as you did the night before in his arms, tangled together, not minding the heat of Cairo. Your hair sticking to your forehead, little drops of sweat shining in the moonlight. A smile on your face, watching the sparkling stars around the big grey planet, and it made him happy how those simple thing made you happy. Your body warm against his, fingers drawing shapes on his chest as you try to calm your breaths after getting lost in desire.

Now you are lifeless. Blood isn't pumping in your veins, it's not fueling you anymore. He knew it at the moment the bullets hit your torso, sending you down into the dry sand, knocking the air out of you with a loud gasp.

It's like a movie. Slow motion and big skips in his memory. He remembers exactly how you took those bullets, and immediately after the ones that cut through his skin, but he can't remember how he managed to get to you. His fingers roamed your body, shaking you, calling out your name, hoping you would just open your eyes, and wake him up from this nightmare.

He remembers crying over your body, his bloody hand searching for bare skin under your scarf, desperate to find a faint proof of your beating heart. And as he finds the spot on your neck, and he feels nothing, a sob breaks out of him. He hears himself scream, the sound getting lost in the infinite desert around you.

The next thing he knows, he's next to the sculpture, shielding him from the light of the moon, but illuminating the ancient creation around him. Blood is all over him, and he's not sure if it's his or yours.

He doesn't know what's going to kill him. The bullet wound, the soul breaking pain of losing you, or the handgun he holds close to his chin. Ready to end it, to forget all about this, to ascend to the otherworld, go to hell, or vanishing into nothingness. Whatever which one, just not this. The last thing he'll see is you, dead in a foreign land, by the hands of someone you both trusted. Honestly, by his hands. He was the reason you were there with him.

So he places the barrel to his neck pointing up to his brain, finger lingering over the trigger. Sight leaving your form, rolling back to his head with pain. Pictures of you falling to the ground replaying in his head, over and over again. He wishes he wouldn't have to see it. He's selfish and a coward for thinking that, because he knows how unbearable would have been for you. To see him the same he saw you. And still, he wished he died before you. That self hate is enough, to push him over the edge, ready to pull the trigger with acceptance of his fate.

But the Moon had other plans.

Cairo is your nightmare. A nightmare you greet every night like an old friend. While it was just sounds, pictures and feelings in your mind for a long time, it became a reality quickly when you stepped on the dry land for the first time in years. This place turned out to be awfully nostalgic, replaying memories you shut inside a treasure box with the heaviest lock.

Memories mixing with the laughing of Marc on your horrible joke about pyramids, the painful recovery in the hospital, adrenaline filled missions, and the terrified look on Marc's face on that night.

After all this time, you still lived in the shadow of his absence. Your memories were foggy, and the uncertainty of the little to nothing memory you had made you go crazy. Did he left you there? Was it all a lie, and he got away with his share? Did he ever loved you? He thought you have died, and somehow found a way to escape?

Everything was a mystery about that faithful night. You dug up every file, info from every possible agency and police storage you could access. And the fog never cleared up.

It's a miracle you survived your injuries, and it was a way bigger miracle, when you managed to abscond from the authorities. Acting like you don't speak any language they tried, displaying a very credible fear helped your case.

They didn't know anything about you, and they didn't had the time to find out. Week have already passed when you woke up, so your body had time to heal enough for you to make a move. It was a survival instinct.

Everything after that was the most horrible time in your life.

And you finally found him.

#marc spector imagine #marc spector x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight x reader #marc spector #moon knight #steven grant

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seraphanangelica · 4 years

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I Hope You Suffer

Bakugo x Fem! Reader Angst

Feat. Midoriya

I wrote this a LONG time ago, and I’m posting it on here for nostalgic reasons. It’s also on my Wattpad 😂

Warnings: Violence, language, Bakugo being a prick

I stared hatefully at the two pieces of paper that laid all alone on my otherwise empty mahogany desk. Two letters, to be precise, were from him, the one person who I absolutely hated right now. Right when we were getting serious he just had to make me look like a fool. He just had to try to weaken me.

With an enraged scream, I shot a beam of fire at the papers that tore my heart in a million pieces, making them turn to ash instantly, same for the desk. For a second, I stared at the pile of ash with a blank expression on my face, a split second of emotionless behavior.

"SHIT!!!!" I screamed, sinking to the black stained carpet that was supposed to be white. I had burned so much stuff in this room that I gave up on trying to clean the floors. I buried my face in the palms of my hands, pulling my H/L H/C hair out of frustration.

How could he do this to me? What have I done to him to deserve this? They all warned me. They said it would end like this--ugly and uncaring.

"WHY?!" I slammed my fists on the floor, leaving marks of ash in the exact shape of my fists. My breath became ragged, the source of my air leaving. It was like the world was mocking me, disgracing my actions. But it wasn't me they needed to mock. It was him.

The next day at school, I didn't talk to anyone as I walked onto campus. I just wanted to get class over with. Right now, everyone was annoying, laughing and joking, smiling at their wonderful day. Whatever, it's not like they knew what happened. I can't just expect them to automatically know and come talk to me.

I walked slower than my usual speedy pace, not caring if I was late at all. Today, Aizawa could kiss my ass, as well as all the heroes here. knowing the person I dreaded to see would start something up, chances were high that I would break a myriad of school rules just to see him fall.

"Y/N!! Wait up!" Izuku shouted, running up to me and putting a hand on my shoulder to get my attention. "You didn't return my calls last night. I was worried that something was wrong." He said with concern, but with the ever-present smile on his face.

I smiled my best fake smile and nodded once, waving my hand in a dismissive gesture as we walked, still very slowly, towards 1-A. "Yeah, sorry about that, Izuku," I looked behind my shoulder, scanning the students until I saw a very familiar head of spiky blonde hair. "I was a little preoccupied last night." I scowled, venom on my tongue.

Izuku stopped smiling. After a second, he stopped walking. "I know you, Y/N, more than you think. That smile isn't real." He put his hands in his pockets and looked up at me worriedly. I just shrugged and continued walking, not waiting for Izuku, knowing he'd catch up to ask more questions.

Looking behind to where I was previously, his frown turned to slight anger. "Did something happen with you and Kacchan?" He glanced me look of pity, making me scoff.

"And if something did? Please don't pity me, I don't need it or want it. And don't do anything rash." I added the last part just as Izuku clenched his fists in attempt to not say anything. When he didn't respond, I knew he was most likely thinking of what he'd do if Katsuki hurt me again.

It was silent as we entered the classroom, sadly separating to go to our seats. I took my seat next to Todoroki, who as I was worried about, because he notices everything. Won't be long until he notices I'm not talking to Katsuki like I always do.

Sighing inwardly, I folded my arms on the desk and used them as a pillow as I hid my face, praying when Katsuki entered the room he wouldn't say anything. Did I just think Katsuki and not saying anything in the same sentence?

I could practically sense Todoroki looking at me curiously due to my odd behavior, but it's not like I cared. To be honest, who really does? I heard Todoroki sigh quietly, probably giving up trying to figure out what my problem was. I just wanted silence. Like everything I did, it was a wasted endeavor.

"DEKU YOU BASTARD!!"

My head snapped up and I saw Katsuki yelling at Izuku as always. Wonder what Izuku didn't do this time. I didn't pay much mind to it nowadays since Izuku got his quirk, explaining it was late manifestation. But considering the circumstances from last night, things have changed.

Before Izuku could even open his mouth to respond, I stepped in, laughing my ass off. Of course the laugh was fake, but it was more convincing than my smile.

"THE FUCK YOU LAUGHING AT, L/N?" Katsuki shouted, his attention turned away from my best friend. I put my finger up for him to give a second as I was seriously struggling to get air, standing up so I could breathe easier. Katsuki looked shocked that someone told him to wait so they could respond - they would just cower.

"You just...need to.... One second." There were a few laughs from the other students as I continued taking deep breaths, once again putting my finger up, telling him to wait even longer. I quickly regained my posture and spoke with a smirk, "You just need to change what you say more often. 'Deku you bastard' is way too overused."

Katsuki returned my smirk, his darker and more cruel. "You know what else is overused? You calling me by my first name. It's Bakugo to you now." Silence consumed the classroom, a couple people gasped. By this time, the whole of 1-A knew we had broken up.

I clenched my fists and walked up to Bakugo so we were but a foot apart. "WHAT DID I DO, HUH?! YOU JUST DROP ME LIKE I'M NOTHING? THROW ME AWAY LIKE A FUCKING PIECE OF TRASH?!"

He rolled his eyes and scowled, something deadly that I might not survive. Well, there's nothing to live for now. "You're just an obstacle in my way, an extra. You are nothing," He pushed me lightly, making me stumble back. "You are just a piece of trash, something, as you said is so easily thrown away." By now he had me against the wall, his arm pinning me to it.

I tried to look calm and menacing, but my eyes gave me away, I already knew it. So, as I hated him, I tried to hit him where it hurts. More specifically, his pride. "An extra? Oh, please. You do know you're the only one here who doesn't think of yourself as one too? There are people more talented and powerful here than you, and they don't think of me as an extra."

"SHUT UP! I'M NOT AN EXTRA! THE ONLY REASON THEY DON'T CONSIDER YOU AS AN ONE IS BECAUSE THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU EXIST AND THEY COULDN'T CARE LESS ABOUT A PATHETIC THING LIKE YOU!" Bakugo grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled off the wall just to slam me back against it, the impact making me shudder.

What happened next was like slow motion to me. My E/C eyes saw Iida shouting at Bakugo to sit down, just as Bakugo raised his fist that was surround by explosions at me. With shouts of rage, Izuku and Todoroki grabbed him and tried pulling him away from me. It deemed useless when Bakugo broke free of their hold, and turning back to me. Just as I was about to be exploded into bits, a familiar white/grey scarf captured Bakugo, and drug him away from the area.

I was frozen in place, my shock taking hold of my mind. I was numb to the world and frankly, I liked it. Two things he had said to me hung in my mind like poison. He had called me a thing. Is that really how he sees me? That, though, was nothing compared to what he screamed as he was dragged back to his seat by Aizawa. 'I hate you, Y/N L/N'.

Not caring who was watching, I sunk to my knees and finally cried, letting my tears fall in ugly and loud sobs, completely missing the quick flash of regret in Bakugo's face. He reminded himself that he needed to do what he did so he could become the best. Before I could see the true feelings of Katsuki Bakugo, he went back to the profile of a heartless, broken beast.

"I-I just can't believe Kacchan would do that to you." Izuku stuttered as we walked out of UA and headed to the nearest diner. I hadn't eaten lunch since Bakugo would be there, so Izuku insisted that he'd take me to get something to eat. Truly, I didn't mind as long as he pays; free food is free food.

"It's alright, really. He had a problem, and he got rid of it. Simple enough." I put my hands in my jacket pockets and slouched, a complete giveaway towards my emotions. I can't keep anything away from those who know everything about me.

Izuku surprisingly didn't even look at me as I said what I thought. Honestly, I've been telling myself I was just a problem and something in the way ever since I started attending UA. As much as Izuku and everyone else tries to tell me, I deny every time they do, I don't believe it when they say I'm worth it. Bakugo just confirmed my thoughts.

"You just called yourself a problem," Izuku shook his head. "But you're not. Why do you put yourself down like this?" By now, my green haired friend was fully convinced I was at some level depressed from the situation.

I shrugged as we approached the restaurant, reaching the door first and holding it open for Izuku. "It's the truth, I am well aware it hurts." I said simply, sitting at a random table by the window so I could at least breath a bit. Bored very quickly, I picked up the menu and scanned my eyes over the list of food.

Izuku sat across from me and frowned at the table, a truly sad and broken expression present on his face. I wanted to question what it was for, but decided against it quickly when he looked up, our eyes meeting, green to E/C. He sighed and shook his head again as if he were wanting to tell me something and was restraining himself before he could.

The waitress arrived then, and we ordered our drinks and food, avoiding eye contact with everything and everyone. She nodded and then left, scribbling the last things on her notepad. When she was out of sight, we continued the conversation.

"What happened yesterday? You and Kacchan seemed fine at school, and now you can't even speak his name." He said after a long couple seconds' silence. I stayed silent, looking at the dark brown table with sudden interest in the illusion of texture. "Tell me, Y/N." He pressed. One day, his caring too much will have big consequences for him- good and bad.

"Nothing really important. I was just walking home yesterday from what seemed like a good day with Katsuki- I mean Bakugo. Then a few hours later, my mother came in and handed me two envelopes written out to me." I paused, not sure I wanted to go on, but Izuku's interest made me continue. Blame him for all my good doings. "I Was excited, as anyone would be if they see something addressed to them on paper rather than text. Both letters were from Katsuki, the first one saying how much he loved me and that it was genuine, only for the second one to say that that's the exact reason he had to let me go. I was in the way of him becoming the best hero the world could get. I threw them on my desk and disintegrated the papers and my desk."

Izuku portrayed something so despondent, it was hard to believe that it was him. "That's something you can expect from Kacchan... but that doesn't mean he has a right to do that to you."

The waitress came with out food and we thanked her, carrying on the moment she left. I hope she didn't think we were being secretive and I hate more than anything someone being suspicious of me. Then again, it wasn't her job to ask questions-it was her job to bring the food.

"Besides," He started, taking a bite of chicken. "He could be regretting it this very moment." His smile was so convincing, but I didn't believe it for a second.

"What was it you just said? The betrayal sounds like Bakugo, but regret doesn't even come close to him. You have more luck breaking the fourth wall then getting a smidgen of regret from Katsuki." I scoffed, picking at my food with sudden slight disgust. Izuku is going to pay for it, so might as well try to eat something.

Izuku nodded in understanding, then shook his head. "Kacchan has regrets. I've seen him regret many things before, and I'm sure he regrets this." The way he tried to lighten the mood, the amount of effort not to be angry at Bakugo, the self restraint he put upon himself was phenomenal. I would've expected at least one tear to fall by now, or at least some form of his anger to reveal itself. I knew Izuku was mad at Bakugo, but it wasn't his problem. What his problem was was making every single one his. It'll get him killed one day, I guarantee it.

I sighed and glanced out the window, eyeing the vibrant green grass field that was known as the park just a street across. When I was younger, that meadow of sorts used to be my haven, my way to contemplate life's complications, to release my anger if need be. But I couldn't do that anymore. When I did, the meadow was sealed off, giving me the advantage to incinerate anything and everything I wanted to. I'm pretty sure there was still the remains of an oak tree from a few years ago just sitting there, waiting to disappear like an apparition. Sooner or later, the stress from the life of UA would lead back there once again.

"Possibly," I said softly, breaking out of my thoughts. "But we will see. I won't wait around for him to beg for forgiveness. If he can move on so damn quickly, so can I, and I will not let him get under my skin just to rip me apart. Again. I hope he suffers."

Izuku went pale, a glimpse of fear in his eyes. I, being one of the most powerful in class 1-A, have been proven to be very intimidating when angry, so no one really tries to get me even the slightest annoyed. All but Bakugo of course.

"Y-you don't actually mean that, d-do you?" He stuttered, his already big eyes wide with worry for who he thinks is his friend. One day, he'll realize Katsuki Bakugo had stopped being his friend years ago.

I just smiled, still looking out the window marveling at the beauty of what was about to be a pile of ash. I always smile when I'm angry, it's a huge giveaway if anyone's ever saw one.

"Oh, I mean it. He thinks he can just throw me away? I'll just keep coming back, and back, and back until he gets a solid message. He will suffer." With a wicked smirk, I waited for the right time I could tell Bakugo I was going to be his demise.

Tonight, all that we cherished together will go go down to ash.

Yeah... welp, there’s always room for improvement!

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mightyavngrs · 5 years

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come back to me | jon snow x reader

summary: you might've lost him that night but you never lost hope that he would eventually come back to you

a/n: i don't know if it's because i've read this so many times but i believe this didn't come out as good as i expected it too. regardless of that, enjoy :)

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The first thing you noticed after the word traitor written by his side was the pool of blood surrounding him. The contrast of the dark liquid and the snow and his pale skin made Jon Snow look like the most angelic thing on earth. The second thing you noticed were his eyes. The chocolate brown eyes that used to observe you with such fondness and adoration now seemed to stare at nothing but the void... glassy, lifeless. That's when it really hit you. He was gone. You fell to your knees bringing a shaking hand to caress the man's features. Tears furiously ran down your face as broken sobs left your lips between prayers to whatever Gods would listen. Gently picking him up you brought the white wolf's freezing body to yours, hoping that the warmth of your figure could somehow bring him back to life.

"No, no, no, no, no" you muttered. "Come back to me, Jon Snow. You can't leave now, my love. You can't leave me." you kept on mumbling into the curly hair you had always loved so dearly. "Help! Help him please!" you tried to scream into the night air but your voice broke from the lack of air in your hyperventilating lungs and that didn't allow you to scream any louder. Thankfully Ser Davos, along with Edd and some other Night's Watch rangers came to your rescue, probably brought by the loud noises Ghost was making. With a confused and sad look in the direction where you miserably tried to bring your best friend back to life through whispers and prayers, Ser Davos commanded the others. "Help bring him inside." he said, and the men did as told.

You sat down next to the table where the white wolf layed. His body which had once been a walking oven as you'd called him so many times, had now lost all its warmth and gained a blueish tone. You took one of Jon's gelid hands in yours. After much insisting from your part, Ser Davos had finally agreed to speak to Lady Melisandre, in hopes that the Red Woman could help the Stark bastard in any way. So as you waited for his return, you sang. Remembering how whenever he was sad or scared Jon would run to your room and ask you to sing for him. Your calming voice had always held a special place in the Lord Commander's heart so no matter how sleepy or how mad you could be at him sometimes, the white wolf knew he would always be welcomed with open arms by you. "There's a way." Ser Davos' voice filled the room making you turn your attention away from your nostalgic thoughts and to the man standing at the door. "Lady Melisandre said she will try. To bring him back." he finished. "Thank you." you replied to the man, the hope you still found in yourself forcing a small smile to form in your face.

Jon's body layed now practically naked on the table allowing you, to your horror, to have a better look on just how bad and deep the bloody wounds on the man's torso really were. You couldn't help but imagine how betrayed he must've felt the moment his brothers turned on him. How lonely he must've felt as he could sense his life slipping away, alone in the cold night. Holding back your tears you decided to keep your attention on Melisandre's movements as she cleaned the white wolf's torso and cut pieces of his hair and beard. Her hands moved to his chest when she started pronouncing words in a language you did not understand. Bringing your eyes to Jon's you anticipated the moment they would burst open and you would finally be met with the beautiful orbs you had fallen in love with but instead you felt Melisandre abandon your side and leave the room, the others following shortly. That couldn't be it, you thought to yourself. They couldn't just give up that easily. He needed time. Jon Snow would never leave you like that. He was coming back, he just needed time.

Taking a sit next to the the Lord Commander, and holding his hand in yours once again, you waited for the man's awakening but were quickly interrupted by a certain direwolf's whimper. "What is it Ghost?" you asked getting up to pet the white beast. And suddenly a loud gasp for air filled the room and the lifeless man who once rested on that table now sit up, struggling for air, but still, full of life. You couldn't seem to move that moment, the only thing escaping from your lips a whisper of his name. "Jon." you muttered in shock as tears started to make their way down your face. The Stark bastard looked at you still struggling to breath, and when you understood his intention of getting up to get to you you ran to his side, with a blanket in hand, just in time to catch him from falling and wrapping him up on the warm cover. "Shhhhhh. It's ok. I'm right here. You're ok." you shushed into his hair, playing with it in means to call him down. You held the broken man you'd been calling best friend for so long as he caught his breath. "There was nothing." he was finally able to mutter out looking up to lock his eyes on yours. "There was nothing there." He looked so scared, so hurt, and the rage you had felt for the traitors at first but had eventually replaced by grief came back stronger than ever. "It's over. You're ok." you comforted him placing a soft kiss on the Stark's forehead. "It was so cold and lonely. And i just wanted to come back to you." Jon confessed, a broken sob escaping his lips. "And you did, my love." you reassured him, pulling the man back into your embrace. "You came back to me."

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