#protecting marc

[djangari]

Oh my god, I want to write so so so bad...

Started next chapters of the baby, danger days, hitman and magic au. BUT MY DAMN WIFI IS BROKEN AND I WRITE ON FUCKING WORD ONLINE.

Istg, I'm going insane here

[emytellsrandomstories]

I have a headcanon that Kim would be very protective of Marc and Nathaniel, even though he didn't talk to them much due to their interests being quite different, because the boys remind him of his two dads!!

I can easily imagine the boys hanging out together, all laughing and talking. Ivan and Adrien being closer to Marc and Nath (same as canon). Kim, Nino and Max a little more in the corner making jokes with each other and being loud. Maybe Kim and Marc also talk about football, since they both like the sport, but the subject doesn't extend as much to other things(?).

I bet Marc would be very polite and would probably also ask Kim how his parents are doing.

Either way, whether his close to the couple or far away, I imagine Kim eventually looking at Marc and Nath, paying attention to the boys and making sure they're okay!!

[iolaussharpe-24]

Who are you choosing to keep you safe?

[moonshynecybin]

any press conference where marc is putting his haunted doll shark eyed david fincher serial killer stare directly on the back of vale’s NECK while vale cannot look at him even ONCE the entire goddamn time he is actively taking about marc is a friend to me. not only a friend but a brother a mother and a lover as well

[mad-as-a-box-of-frogs]

That thing's about to break through the door. We're out of time. All right, hey, listen to me. Listen. Look at me. Look at me. This is real. I'm real.

Marc Spector in The Goldfish Problem [2/?] ↪Countdown to Moon Knight's Return in What If...? Season 3!

[urmomgoodwoman]

[mikeluciraphgabe]

MoonKnight but it’s just Jake taking front and getting the FUCK OUT of a situation that the other two don’t know is ROOTED in their childhood trauma

[fall0utmind]

Guyssssss do you want some Dovi, Dani, Jorge action with marc in the fic???? Bonus for jealous vale....

I just love the idea of them being there for him like in 2015 when they kinda protected him

[telecommunikate]

marc talking about how he's getting a glimpse of what álex has had his entire career, always being the brother of, and how he's understanding and appreciating álex and his mindset more because of it. marquez brothers you will never not move me

[moonshynecybin]

the thing about pecco lying so much when he flops is it’s really funny and he should do it more. believe women

[jaymoriarty-knight]

I was watching Daredevil season one episode seven (Stick) and started thinking, what if Stick came back while Matt is dating Marc/Steven/Jake?

Because I feel like Matt is very open with the Moon Boys and tells them about his past and all the troubles that come with it. Including Stick's abuse. Now I haven't finished the Daredevil series, so I don’t know what happens to Stick, but in this scenario, he comes back to Matt. Probably trying to get his help again. The problem? Marc is there. And Marc is absolutely furious about what Stick did to Matt.

So when Marc registers who's in Matt's apartment, he loses his shit. Marc starts a fight with Stick, and goes, "Matt might draw the line at murder, but I fucking don't." And even Steven is on board with that plan, cuz fuck what Stick did to his Matty

To the point where Matt literally has to pull Marc/Steven/Jake off Stick because they're 1) about to kill him, and 2) switching between identities so fast it's making Matt sick

Matt helps Stick with whatever he needs but Jake insists on tagging along to make sure Matt is safe and leaves Stick with a threat of violence

[gr8ntaire]

sorry people (on this app and otherwise) r so weird about Valentino actually

[oyeixcher]

PondSand Scenes because I love them (14 ¦ ??)

W: "Hey, Sand, you're getting a good one from our group." C: "I'm leaving." W: "Let's go." S: "Oh." P: "Take care of Copp." S: "What do you mean by a 'good one', Warm?" C: "Be careful." S: "I will. What's the 'good one'?" P: "It's right in front of you." S: "What kind of crazy person praises himself?" P: "I'm not praising myself. Warm did." S: "Let's go." P: "Mm. Are you hungry? Or do you want to go home right away?" S: "I want to eat at..." Both: "Our usual place." S: "Yeah." P: "Then let's go. Let's go." S: "Okay."

[ray935sworld]

The brothers

protective Marc & Alex, Alex & Luca

30.12 winter writing

He heard it from Santi and his first reaction was to get up and run.

His second reaction was to run faster.

His third reaction was to curse, find and kill whoever was the reason why Santi said what he said.

"Marc, listen..." his teamchef had said as he sat down. He had looked at Marc with such a serious expression that the younger Spaniard was sure whatever followed was actually horrifying.

"I heard Alex is in the clinica mobile. I don't know what happened but apparently it wasn't a riding incident. More a.... Fan... Incident."

And it was actually horrifying.

That was everything the Spaniard needed to know to make him sprint down the road and run towards the clinic.

He knew everything he needed to know. He knew Alex was hurt and he knew where he was.

Alex was hurt. That was the only important thing. He had to get to him as soon as possible.

For a few seconds his mind started running wild. A fan incident wasn't excatly a detailed explanation. There was a lot that could have happened. He feared that Alex had been hit, kicked, maybe even attacked with a weapon. A knife? Maybe. It wasn't impossible. Unrealistic big not impossible.

Suddenly his mind came up with the most unrealistic ideas but it was about Alex so his fear made him believe they were all realistic.

The evil voice in his head that denied him to calm down whispered a new vision in his head. A knife. Alex with an open abdomen, his shirt covered in blood.

Maybe a blow to the head? What if someone had actually punshed him, knocked him out, let him fall on the ground and he hit his head? What if there was lasting damage?

What if someone broke his bones? He knew himself how easy it was to break your wrist or your arm or even your leg. So it wasn't impossible.

He tried not to imagine Alex getting cornered and kicked in the stomach or face. He tried not to think of his baby brothers skin slowly getting more ans more covered in blood, his cloth already more red than the actual color of the fabric.

He pushed those thoughts to the side. He tried to ignore them. And he succeeded. Because his mind came up with an even more horrifying idea.

If it was a fan incident, it were probably Rossi's fan that had attacked Alex. Rossi's fan that were out to hurt Alex and the best way to do that was Alex.

Alex was hurt because of Marc.

His blood ran cold at that thought. He was the reason that whatever happend to Alex, happened to him.

He closed his eyes for a second as he ran faster. His mind was louder than any engine he ever heard.

He cursed himself for not being able to keep the peace. He cursed Rossi for letting all that happen. He cursed the Fans for not understanding and turning against his baby brother.

His baby brother.

Alex.

For a second he remember Alex. The young Alex that would always be hammered in his brain. Small, his cheeks big and round. His eyes even bigger and curious. He was laughing.

In his head he was ways laughing.

He treasured those moment and promised himself to save them as much as he could

He had to hurry up.

After a few more seconds, he finally reached his destination. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes but it felt like hours ago that Santi had approached him.

He saw the clinica and just entered. He knew the pace and the rules very well by now. He had been a visitor almost as often as he was the visited. "Alex Marquez" he said to the kind looking woman behind the entrance counter. "Please. Where is he? Is he okay?"

The woman smiled at him and nodded. "Of course. He and Mr Marini are both fine. I think the doctor already patched them up..." "OH that's great." he sighed with relief when he finally understood her words. "Sorry-?" "Please follow me" "Mr who now?" he asked but didn't get an answer straight away. Instead he was following her down the hall.

He passes a few roomed. He knew them all to well but he couldn't help but feel his worry overtake him once more at the thought that Alex might be in one of those rooms, laying, moving in pain and cursing everything.

He swallowed hard, reminding himself that the staff was highly qualified and that whatever was going on would be taken care of. But she had said he was alright. So maybe he had just overreacted?

Still the Marini comment didn't quite left him alone. It didn't sit right with him. If Luca was here, it meant he was involved as well. Was that what the fight was about? Did Luca and Alex got in a fight? A real fight? A fist fight?

He swallowed at the thought and was trying to realisticly figure out who had the better chances. Both were around the same height and weight. Luca had more muscles but Alex had better reflexes.

But as the older brother he was sure that his brother had won.

"Here they are" the woman announced and opened the door. "Boys, you have a visitor!"

He heard laughter from inside the room. But the first thing he saw as the nurse closed the door behind him again, to give them some privacy was Luca.

Luca sat on one of the bed, a bandage across his nose and some dried blood left on the side. Still he was smiling and Marc really wanted to punch that stupid smile out his face.

How dare he sit there and laugh while his little brother was somewhere probably in pain? He was proud that Alex may has caused the visible damaged but fucking hell he really wanted to extend it.

His look wandered around. In the other corner of the room, on the bed, sat Alex. He was facing the Italian and smiling too. His face light up when he saw his brother. But Marc didn't notice all those signs.

He stared at Alex, there was high pflaster under his eye down to his cheeks. He was sure that they'd see a visible bruising if they got the material away. His lip was split open at one place. All he saw was the obvious damaged he got.

Anger and fury collected in his stomach and almost bubbled over. He looked back at Luca. Was he the one who caused that? Had he actually punched Alex like that? Must be. Without many more thought he decided that this is how it had to have happen.

"YOU!" he yelled as Luca flinched and turned to him. "What the fuck did you do to my baby brother?!" "I-" "OH I fucking knew it! You're just like that fucking asshole!" he almost yelled and stepped closer, not even knowing what he would do.

It was then that he felt a hand on his shoulder. Quick steps could be heard but Marc hadn't noticed them until the pressure pulled him slightly back.

"Marc, fucking hell, stop that!" Alex said with a stern voice as he held Marc back. "He helped me!" Confused turned the Spaniard around. Help? No. That didn't make sense.

"What?" "He - Luca - helped me." Alex repeated, his voice calmer. "A few asshole attacked me. I got cornered and didn't know what to do. But Luca saw it and immediately helped me get out. We both got a few punches out of it but he wasn't the one that punched me. Alright?"

Marc stared at his brother, looking for any trace of lying or discomfort. But all he saw was honesty. Alex was honest with him.

"So please, calm the fuck down" the younger one added with a smile that showed that there was no anger behind his pleading. They had been speaker catalan, but now Alex looked back up, with an apologetic smile and added "Sorry about that. He didn't mean it."

"Yeah..." Marc agreed and looked at the younger man sheepishly. "I apologize, Luca. I was worried about Alex and overreacted." "It's okay. I understand" he said with a smile and stood up.

He grabbed his phone that had been laying next to him on the bed and let it slide in his pockets. He smiled at them while Alex nervously twitched next to Marc. He opened his mouth as he was about to say something but remained silence, so Marc spoke up again.

"No. You don't need to go, I'm-" "It's okay. I was about to head out anyway. I just didn't want to leave Alex on his own. And I think none of us need MY older brother to yell at anyone here. So I better get back before he even finds out that I've been here"

He smirked and gave them a wink. He wasn't trying to be mean or remind them of anything. He was juts honest in the most playful way.

"What are you going to tell him? I mean... The nose-?" Alex asked. There was a ping of guilt in his heart. After all, he had been the reason Luca got hurt in the first place. "OH... I ran against a door."

"You ran against a door? And he'll believe that?" "The alternative would be challenging someone in the academy to a fist fight. But then two of us would get in trouble for nothing. So I ran against a door and accept about a week long of jokes" he said with a smile.

Alex laughed and waved him off. "And thanks again" "Any time!" he offered and went to the door. But just as he was about to leave he stopped.

"Marc?" he said and the older Spaniard turned around.

"You know... For someone that is very insisting about people not judging your brother based on you, you are really judging me based on my brother."

For my dearest, sweet @calia23 <3

[starsarekind]

Conflict of the Mind

Marc Spector Angst, CW: Marc's whole childhood, mentions of drinking, allusions to abuse, Wendy and Elias Spector.

Marc Spector could tell you who was walking up the stairs based on the sound of their footsteps.

Elias had light, steady steps. He never walked upstairs too fast or too slow, and always passed right by Marc's door unless it was time to poke his head in to say goodnight.

Wendy's steps always sounded so angry — that's the first thought Marc always had when he heard them. Her steps were heavy, her movements were quick but clumsy. He'd hold his breath as she passed by the door, because more often than not, she wouldn't just pass by.

Marc Spector could hear her anger not just in her steps, but in the way she'd slam the doors in the house, the cabinets and cupboards, the windows. He could hear her anger even in the way she vacuumed, when Elias wasn't around to clean her messes and she was too tired or too drunk to remember she could make Marc do it.

Marc Spector tried all sorts of tactics to see what he could do to melt that anger. If she was mad, if she was yelling, he tried fighting back, maybe he could make her see rationality. He'd defend himself the way his parents used to teach him and Randall to do ("If someone is bullying you and being unfair, you need to stand up for yourself! Use your words. Then, tell an adult."). He learned very quickly that that advice did not apply to his parents. It meant Marc was defiant, and selfish, and he knew what he did wrong so what right did he have to raise his voice? Fighting back with Wendy just meant he was more in the wrong than if he'd stayed silent.

Funny thing, is that Wendy didn't seem to like silence, either. Marc would hold his tongue and accept what she said about him. Sometimes, he'd dissociate so far away from the moment that he couldn't even hear her words. But that was wrong, too. Marc's silence meant he was disrespectful, and stubborn, and he knew what he did wrong so how dare he ignore his mother? Silence was just as bad as making noise.

Once or twice, Marc even tried to agree with her. He was almost genuine with it. It was his fault, all of this, so maybe the words she laced with poison weren't misplaced. Maybe he did deserve them. But no, agreeing with Wendy meant Marc was being a wise-ass, and disobedient, and he knew what he did so he'd better learn.

He knew what he did.

It wasn't easy, it didn't help, but it became second nature to avoid her. It wouldn't always work, of course, a closed door meant nothing to Wendy, and any sort of barricading that door meant a hell of a world of pain for Marc, as he'd learned the hard way. Still, there were some days that feigning a migraine and staying in his room meant listening to Elias and Wendy fight instead of taking the brunt of it himself. It didn't feel good, but it was better. Which only proved that he was selfish, and if that was true, a good list of the other names Wendy had called him would be true, too.

Marc hated his mother. "She's unwell," Elias would say, as if it washed away all the bad things she'd ever done. As if that made it all okay. "She needs you to be patient, Marc. It's a heavy toll. It doesn't help when you fight back, okay? You have to respect her."

That didn't feel right. Those words, directed at him. Had Elias ever said the same to Wendy? Had he ever told her that Marc was just a boy, that he needed his mom's kindness, that she had to respect him? But Elias was just fighting the same battle, so maybe Marc could give him a pass. Elias didn't mean it, he was just trying to keep the peace. I mean, what else could Elias do? He had to live with Wendy, too. And though he wasn't the main target of her demands, that didn't mean he was spared.

That was a problem. For the longest time, Marc had rationalized that his mother was the bad one, and that meant Elias had to be the good one. He had to be a good dad in a tough position. And it sucked, but that was life.

Marc had always read that mommy issues meant you gravitated towards female figures who could fill that void in you, and he always prided himself on not having those issues. Marc always found himself more comfortable with a male authority figure anyway.

School teachers who showed him any kind of empathy. Any military official with a rank higher than his. His old C.O., Bushman. It wasn't until he indebted himself to Khonshu, the man (well, god) who saved his life, that he had the sudden and sharp realization that he may not have been trying to fill the void his mother made, but he had always been trying to fill the hole of his father. That he was always looking up to someone who he wished his father was. Someone who had authority, who had empathy, who protected him, who saved him.

Elias wasn't the good dad.

Part of him knew that on the day he moved out, too. "You're supposed to fix this — I mean, why haven't you?" Marc had always seen it as Elias's job, whether consciously or unconsciously, to make things better, to fix Wendy and in turn fix Marc. But there he was, swearing his life to an Egyptian deity who had the power to be better than his father ever was.

And then he wasn't, either.

Marc knew what he did. His mother told him over and over, rewriting every cell in his body until they all read the truth out to him. It was his fault.

[naanima]

There is something fucking amazing about Marc Andre Fleury yeeting/flipping TWO number one drafts in one game, seemingly with MINIMUM effort.

Flower, who was a former NUMBER ONE pick of 2003 by the Pittsburgh Penguins did that.

Twenty years later and Flower is flipping generational talent Connor Bedard (2023 #1 draft). And upending veteran Taylor Hall (2010 #1 draft).

Flower played with generational talent Sidney Crosby for over a decade, he can yeet you kids. Old man Flower kicking ass & taking names. LOLs.