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ââ PAIRING : Yandere Mark Grayson x Fem Qu Reader Part 3
ââ HEADCANON : You were pregnant... And your pregnancy wasn't normal... Especially not something that mark expected...
ââ NOTES : Qu is an alien species from the book All Tomorrows. You can learn more about her here. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
Mark started noticing things.
It began with small stuff.
Shiny things went missingâcoins, keys, a silver spoon, even his momâs earrings (which somehow ended up under his bed).
Then there was the soft stuff. His hoodies, pillows, blanketsâall gone.
And the food. Fruits heâd never seen before piled up in the corner of his room, untouched but somehow... perfectly fresh.
At first, he thought you were just being weird. Because letâs be honestâyou werenât exactly normal. But then he caught you sitting in a pile of stolen goods, legs tucked beneath you, nesting.
That was when he finally asked:
You blinked up at him, tilting your head, hair cascading around you like a shimmering cloak.
"For baby," you said simply. Then, after a pause, you added: "Babies."
You pointed at your stomach with a serene smile. "Baby. Nest good for baby."
You tilted your head, confused. "What?"
Mark panicked.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BABIESâPLURAL?!"
You just shrugged. "Baby." You patted your stomach. "Yours."
He felt his soul leave his body.
Mark didn't know how to handle this.
He immediately ran to his mom.
"Mom," he gasped, stumbling into the kitchen like heâd just seen a ghost. "Sheâshe said sheâs pregnant."
Debbie paused mid-dishwashing. "What?"
"Sheâs making a nest! Sheâs collecting stuff! She said babies!" Mark ran a hand through his hair. "Mom, what the fuck!"
Debbie dried her hands calmly. "Did you use protection?"
Mark gawked at her. "I didnât think I needed to! Sheâs an alien!"
Debbie exhaled sharply. "Well, apparently, sheâs an alien that can get pregnant."
Mark groaned, collapsing onto the couch. "Oh my God. Iâm not ready to be a dad."
"Well," Debbie muttered, completely unbothered. "You shouldâve thought about that before sleeping with her."
Mark let out a miserable groan.
Now that you were pregnant, your eating habits changed.
Mark stared, horrified, as you tore into a raw steak, completely unbothered. "You know... we usually cook that."
You blinked at him, mouth full of blood. "...Why?"
Mark swallowed. "Because it's gross eating it raw?"
You just tilted your head. "But taste good."
Mark watched in silence as you continued devouring the steak.
You also developed a sweet tooth.
Syrup? You drank it straight from the bottle.
He had to physically pry it out of your hands.
Mark learned that you were serious about the nest.
You dragged his hoodies into a corner of his room. You hoarded pillows, blankets, even his mattress.
Mark woke up on the floor.
"You kicked me out of my own bed!" he groaned.
You blinked sleepily. "Nest not for you. Nest for baby."
Mark sighed, rubbing his face.
"...Where am I supposed to sleep?"
You thought about it for a second, then patted your lap.
Mark stared. "...I am not sleeping on your lap."
You shrugged, curling up in the nest. "Then floor."
Mark let out a strangled noise.
One night, Mark found you hugging your knees, staring out the window.
He frowned. "Hey... whatâs wrong?"
Mark sat beside you. "Come on. Talk to me."
You took a deep breath. "Miss... sisters."
Mark blinked. "Your sisters?"
You nodded. "We... always together. Always. Birth together. Hug under sky." Your voice grew soft. Lonely. "Now... alone."
Mark felt something tug at his chest.
You were always so strange, so terrifying, so otherworldly. It was easy to forget you could feel sadness.
Mark hesitated before wrapping an arm around you.
You looked up, surprised.
Mark forced a smile. "Well... youâre not alone anymore."
You blinked. Then, slowly, you buried your face in his chest.
"...Mark warm," you mumbled.
He chuckled, resting his chin on your head. "Yeah, yeah. I get that a lot."
"Mark," you whispered against his skin, nuzzling into his neck. "You scared?"
Mark swallowed thickly. "...A little."
You pulled back, blinking at him. "Why?"
He exhaled. "Because youâre not human. And youâre... different."
You tilted your head. "Different bad?"
"...No. Just... different."
You considered that. Then, slowly, you reached out, placing his hand on your slightly rounded stomach.
"Not different," you murmured. "Just... mine."
And somehow, despite everything, despite the insane, terrifying reality of his situationâ
Mark smiled.
Because yeah.
He was yours.
You were beautiful. Terrifying, yes, but his.
You clung to him, kissed him randomly, slept on top of him.
And God help anyone who looked at him the wrong way.
One time, a girl at the store smiled at Mark.
You hissed.
Mark had to physically drag you away.
"Can you NOT try to commit murder every time a girl breathes near me?"
You pouted. "She want mate."
Mark sighed. "No, she was just being polite."
You narrowed your eyes. "I kill."
"NO."
Mark was exhausted.
Not because of crime-fighting, not because of college, not even because of his dad suddenly being back in his life.
No.
Because of you.
It started one night when Mark woke up to emptiness.
You werenât in the nest.
Panic hit him immediately.
He checked the kitchen. Not there.
The bathroom? Nope.
The ceiling?
...Also no.
"Goddamn it," he muttered.
Mark searched the whole house three times before he heard itâsoft breathing.
He turned to the darkest corner of his room.
Two glowing eyes stared back at him.
"Jesusâ!" He nearly punched the wall. "What the hell are you doing there?!"
You blinked slowly, like a cat caught doing something forbidden.
"Hide."
Mark exhaled, running a hand down his face. "From what?!"
You shrugged. "Feel good."
Markâs eye twitched. "Get out of the shadows."
"No."
"Get out."
"...No."
Mark groaned.
Debbie had seen some shit.
She survived Omni-Man.
She survived Viltrumites.
But she was not surviving this.
She walked into the kitchen one morning, and there you wereâperched on the fridge like some kind of cryptid.
"...What are you doing?"
"Mark say no raw meat," you said blankly. "So I eat where he not see."
Debbie sighed. "Please donât tell me youâre eating it raw again."
You tilted your head. "...I no tell."
"...Oh my God."
Nolan hated you.
He had been sitting at the table, drinking coffee, when Mark asked you something completely innocent.
"So⊠what were you like before?"
You perked up. Pregnancy made you talkative, and you loved talking to Mark.
"Oh! Had harem. Many males. Many pretty. All do what I say."
Mark choked on his drink.
Nolan raised an eyebrow.
Debbie just stared. "Harem?..."
You nodded proudly. "Yes. Male do all work. Listen to Queen. Bring food. Fight others. Make babies."
Mark coughed. "Uh. What happened to them?"
You tilted your head. "Eat them."
Dead silence.
Nolan put his cup down very slowly.
Mark paled. "...WHAT?"
You hummed. "Some live. But old way⊠Male weak, we eat. No waste."
Mark looked horrified.
"...You ate your husbands?"
You shrugged. "Yes. But you safe." You patted his head. "No eat you. Like you too much."
Nolan looked like he was having a stroke.
Debbie got up and left the room.
Mark, meanwhile, just buried his face in his hands.
"Oh my God."
One time, Mark caught you crying in the nest.
Immediate panic.
He rushed over, pulling you into his arms. "Hey, heyâwhatâs wrong?!"
You sniffled. "Nest too small."
Mark blinked.
"...Baby isnât even born yet."
You hugged your belly. "Need big nest."
"...How big?"
You looked at him, eyes deadly serious.
"Big as house."
He wanted to scream.
Mark learned way too much about you.
One night, as you laid in the nest together, you played with his fingers and whisperedâ
"I ruin species once."
Mark groaned. "Oh God. Not again."
"Yes. Make them better. Stronger. Then⊠too strong."
"...You made a species that killed itself?"
"Yes." You yawned. "Oops."
Mark covered his face.
"Mark?"
"...Yeah?"
"Would you let me change you?"
"NO."
"...Okay."
Mark didnât sleep that night.
One day, Nolan took Mark aside.
"Mark. Listen to me. You donât understand what youâve done."
Mark sighed. "Dad, relax. Sheâs harmless."
"She is a goddamn genetic nightmare!"
Mark crossed his arms. "Sheâs cute."
"SHE ATE HER OWN KIND."
"She said she wouldnât eat me!"
"THAT IS NOT REASSURING."
Mark rolled his eyes. "Look, she chose me. That means Iâm safe, right?"
Nolan looked pale. "...Mark. If she chose you, that means you are hers. Forever."
Mark shrugged. "I donât see the problem."
Nolan grabbed his shoulders.
"MARK. SHEâS HAVING YOUR CHILD."
Mark smirked. "Yeah. And?"
Nolan looked to the sky, as if begging the universe for patience.
"...You are the dumbest child I have ever raised."
Once Mark walked into the house after training, exhausted, covered in bruises, and ready to pass out.
Instead, he was met with an eerie silence.
His stomach dropped. "Babe?"
No response.
He checked the kitchen. No you.
The living room? Empty.
The bathroom? He opened the door andâ
"RAAARGH!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
Mark fell back as you jumped out from the shadows, completely naked as always, landing on his chest.
You grinned. "Surprise."
Mark groaned. "You almost gave me a heart attack."
You tilted your head. "I no have heart attack."
"IâM NOT YOU."
You hummed, then leaned down, licking his face.
Mark sighed. "Okay. You really need to stop licking me."
"No."
Despite the absolute insanity, Mark was obsessed with you.
You were weird.
You were dangerous.
You were terrifying.
But you were his.
And he wouldnât trade you for anything.
Even if you tried to eat his kids.
"You are... happy?" you asked once, tilting your head as you lay across his lap, your long hair pooling onto the floor.
Mark blinked, swallowing thickly. "IâI mean, yeah? I think so? Itâs just... a lot."
You smiled softly, placing a hand over your stomach.
Then, like it was the most casual thing in the world, you murmured, "I eat it if it bad."
Mark choked.
"WHAT?"
You blinked. "If baby weak. Bad. I eat."
His soul left his body.
"YOU CANâT JUST EAT THE BABY!"
You frowned, confused. "Why not?"
"BECAUSEâBECAUSE THATâS NOTâ" He buried his face in his hands, groaning. "Oh my god, I canât believe I got you pregnant."
You beamed.
"I can."
One night Mark had come home late, exhausted. He expected to find you asleep in your ridiculous nest.
Instead, he found you sitting on the balcony, staring at the stars.
Quiet. Still.
He sat beside you. "Couldnât sleep?"
You shook your head. "Stars nice."
Mark hummed. "...Yeah. They are."
You glanced at him. "You think babies like stars?"
Mark hesitated. Then, slowly, he smiled. "...I think theyâll love them."
You brightened, eyes shimmering in the moonlight.
Markâs heart skipped a beat.
He was so screwed.
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