Marcus Lopez Arguello - ONESHOTS

y/n got beat up

TW: some violence, cursing

AN: In this one y/n is Hispanic. (I'm fluent in Spanish) This is also something that will reappear in some one-shots.

y/n was known for being pretty damn powerful at school. One of Master Lin's favorites. Her brother being his #1. Although Jose was out on a mission, leaving y/n as the most powerful student in school. Even if y/n was a legacy she didn't hang with that bunch much. Sure, she dated a few of the guys here and there but other than that she found them stuck up and boring. Not to mention most of them were a disgrace to the assassin kind. She liked the rats more, at least they knew how to have proper fun. Ever since Marcus had been introduced to King's they clicked. It started when they would both catch each other wandering the halls late at night, they would walk, talk share a joint, and when they got sleepy Marcus would walk y/n back to her room. That friendship soon progressed, holding hands every now and then, spending time even in the day and standing up for each other. Being one of the most powerful came with its perks, the monks were never happy with y/n. Unlike her brother, she was crazy, explosive, and troublemaking. They were both excellent assassins but Jose would tend to creep in the dark whereas y/n would go all in, guns blazing, fire everywhere. Normally the monks would keep to themselves, every now and then they would sneak in distasteful looks. unfortunately, sometimes they would take it too far as if all of the bottled-up resentments exploded.

Today y/n had come back from a short mission. It was a simple recon mission that Master Lin had sent her on for one of his more personal feuds. She had just entered King's a little beat up and bruised from a close encounter with a man. Nothing too bad, for the most part, she was really just tired. As soon as she entered she felt eyes on her, it was normal though the monks were always watching. This time though it felt a little different. She just wanted to get back to her dorm and sleep. She felt someone creeping up behind her, she turned around just to be hit in the head with a vase. Normally her reflexes would have saved her easily but she was so tired. She fell back, coming in and out of consciousness. She felt more men creep up closer to her. The monks started to beat her up. Hitting her with sticks, one took it so far as to whip out a blade. She lay there helplessly and when she felt a sting on her arm she whimpered. Then on slash across her stomach, she screamed. The monks had decided it was finally enough, before leaving, slashing her cheek. Then they were gone

Once they left, she let a few tears fall. She looked around, sadly there was not a soul in sight. She mustered up all of her strength and started making her way to the dorms, holding on to the wall for support. She started to realize her dorm would be too far away...maybe Marcus would be up still? She was needing urgent tending to her wounds anyways. Two doors away from her was his door. She finally made it she made a sad attempt at knocking on his door. She felt some rustling from the other side. She was praying that Shabnam wouldn't be the one to open up, she needed Marcus's comfort.

Marcus's POV

I was in bed smoking a cigarette. Shabnam was out sick at home. Leaving me with the entire room to myself. Maybe tonight I would get decent sleep without him snoring his ass off next to me. I was thinking about y/n. I knew she would be back today from her mission but would probably be too tired to stop by. I would stop by her dorm to see her tomorrow morning anyways. While deep in my thoughts I felt a soft knock at my door. I wondered who it could possibly be this late at night...maybe billy? I walked over to my door, I opened it slowly to see a bloodied-up y/n. She looked brutal, it was probably the worst beating I had ever seen. She weakly spoke up and said:

-"I know it's late, but I didn't know who else to go to..."

By the time she finished her sentence she collapsed and I caught her. I noticed that my white shirt turned crimson red. My face paled. She was losing blood. I brought her in and placed her on Shabnam's bed. I would change the bloodied up sheets tomorrow, y/n was my priority right now. She was in and out of consciousness, whimpering every now and then. tears streaming down her face from the pure anger and pain. I brought our first-aid kit over to her. I saw she was bleeding from her abdomen, I looked at her questioningly. My eyes asked if I could take the shirt off. She looked at me and whispered:

-"I trust you, Marcus."

I took my knife and cut the bloodies up shirt apart, revealing a black bra. She was beautiful but I had something else to focus on. The wound spread vertically across her abdomen. I unbuttoned her pants, I took the anti-septic I knew it hurt really bad. I took my now bloodied-up shirt and put it in her mouth as a gag. I cleaned her wound, she screamed into the cloth, sobbing, her back arching in pain. I felt so bad but it had to be done. I tended to the rest of her wounds. I took a pair of my sweatpants and a hoodie. I undressed her, took her pants off, and softly placed the sweats on. I sat her up in some pillows, I was about to put the hoodie on when she grumbled:

-"Marcus, take my damn bra off. It's too tight" (girls if you know what I mean.....)

My eyes widened a little bit. Then they softened. She needed to be comfortable. I placed a soft kiss on her cheek while unclipping her bra. I placed the hoodie over her head trying my best not to look to not make her feel uncomfortable. When she was all warmed up I picked her up and placed her on my bed. I laid next to her placing her softly on my chest to make sure to not hurt her further. She sighed and seemed calmer. She fell asleep. Before I fell asleep I remember the anger bubbling in my veins at the thought of someone hurting her. I would make sure they would never see the light of day.

Edited (22/1/2022)