Moon Knight Oneshots

The Accident / Yandere

Marc sat beside the bed, watching your chest rise up and down.
He held onto your hand as millions of possibilities ran through his mind.
This was all his fault; you were hurt because of him.
When you'd run away, he hadn't meant to hurt you, but his fear and rage got the better of him.
He had called in an old friend to help make sure you wouldn't die, she'd told Marc that you would recover but brain damage was a big possibility.

"I'll be easier on you from now on, okay angel? No more yelling. Please, just wake up for us." Marc whispered as he pressed a kiss to your hand.

"I'm so sorry, baby." He whispered before he felt the slightest movement in your fingers.
He looked up to see your eyes moving a little.

"Come on, baby." He whispered, still holding onto your cold hand.
You groaned a little and your eyes opened slowly.

"Sweetheart? Are you with me?" He whispered as your eyes slowly found Marc.

"Hey, baby. Take it slow." He whispered as you closed your eyes again.

"It hurts." You whispered as Marc looked at you sadly.

"I know, angel. Just take it slow, I'm right here." He said as you nodded a little.

"Who are you?" You muttered as Marc's eyes widened.

"You don't remember me?" He asked in fear as you shook your head.

"No, where are we? Are we at my apartment?" You questioned, looking around.

"No, darling. You're at my apartment, well our apartment." He said as your eyebrows furrowed.

"Are we together?" You asked as he looked down at you.
Maybe Marc had finally crossed the line into evil, but maybe there was a silver lining to all of this.

"Yes, baby. We're married." He said as you groaned.

"Married? Why don't I remember any of this?" You whispered as Marc kissed your hand again.

"You were in an accident, love." He explained as you nodded.

"Why aren't I in the hospital?" You questioned as Marc tried to think of a clever response.

"I didn't want you waking up in a hospital all alone, so I had a doctor come here and help. She said you just needed rest and some medication." He said as you nodded again.
He could see how exhausted you were getting just by talking.

"I'll get you some water, love. You don't need to think about anything. Just rest."

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Marc had helped you get to the couch, the doctor said you needed small movements to start with.

"Sweetheart, there's something you need to know." Marc said as he sat beside you and handed you a glass of water.
You looked at him expectantly.

"I have something called Dissociative identity disorder, which means I'm Marc, but I'm also Steven and Jake. They are completely their own people, and they love you just as much as I do." Marc said as you nodded a little and Marc kissed your forehead.
Marc sat beside you as you asked questions, he did his best to lie his way through it.
Maybe this was perfect, he hated you being hurt but knowing he could reshape you in anyway he needed made him excited.

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It had been a tiring week, you'd re-met Jake and Steven and they were on board with Marc's plan.
One day you were trying to clean up the apartment for them while they were out.
You were cleaning up Steven's desk when you saw a locked drawer. You furrowed your brows and looked around for a key, you decided it was best to just pry it open with a knife.
When you did you found a collection of photos and notes inside, all of the photos were of you.
You felt your heart stop as you picked up the photos, then you picked up the notes and saw they had written everything about you.
You heard the door open and you looked up to see them entering.

"What are all these?" You whispered as his face hardened.

"That doesn't concern you." He growled, you knew it was Jake by the accent.

"Photos and notes of me don't concern me? Jake, I don't understand." You whispered as he came closer, he snatched the photos out of your hand before shoving them back into the draw and slamming it shut.
You jumped in shock and stumbled back a bit.

"No more questions." He growled as you looked at him in fear.

"I want to speak with Marc." You whispered as Jake chuckled and grabbed your shirt, pulling you towards him.

"That's not your choice to make, dove. Now, no more questions. Unless you want to be punished." He growled as you looked at him in fear, a brief memory passing through your mind of Marc slapping you across the face.

"You're not my husband, are you?" You whispered as Jake smiled.

"Oh, look at you. Still so smart." He said as you paled.

"You kidnapped me." You whispered as he chuckled.

"Aww, sweetheart. Don't look so sad." He mocked as you felt tears in your eyes.

"This next week might be a little hard for you, mi amor. We need to get you back into your old routine of obeying us." He growled before kissing your lips roughly, making you whine.

"Don't worry, it won't take long."