Mohawk Mark: Don't know about you. No place would accept me. That's why I prefer not dying.
Y/n: What if they don't accept me either?
Mohawk Mark: Then come hang out with me. There's probably a bench at the entrance of hell. We'll smoke together.
Y/n: What if there's no bench at the entrance of hell?
Mohawk Mark: Then I'll be your bench. You can sit on me or something...besides, you know the ground in hell is probably hot. I can handle the contact better for you.
Y/n: ..what if your Viltrumite powers don't work there?
Mohawk Mark: Wha—damn it Y/n shut that mouth of yours or I'll bend you over right here.
Y/n: ...
Mohawk Mark: ...
Mohawk Mark: *Points somewhere in the sky* Damn it look over there! What the hell is that?!
content: fluff, comedy, slight angst— only at the end reader doesn’t rlly gaf tho
warnings: a small drabble/imagine? swearing, mention of death, not proofread, she/her pronouns ahead, established relationship between og!mark and reader, hinted the same in mohawks.
n/n = nickname ;
ARLA YAP : could this have been a whole fic? probably. am i lazy? yes. please tell me someone sees the reference i didn’t just add the spider-man picture for no reason babes.😁
—> during the variant war, she’s on a building trying to escape from the variant infront of her, she could careless which one it was. she just wanted her mark.
—> before she knew it, she tripped. falling off the structure, a scream escaped her mouth, but what could she do? she was only human, she didn’t have powers.
—> she could physically feel her soul leaving her body. Till Mark Grayson, invincible,is flying down towards her— at speed you have never seen before, heck you didn’t even know he could fly that fast!
—> he’s so close, his palm reaching out for you. you attempt to reach out, till a flash of red and white crash into his side, taking him into a whole nother building on the left of you.
—> seeing this, you react like any other normal human would. you scream louder then before, tears rolling down your streak.. you swear if anyone was under you it must of felt like it was raining, which honestly? it wouldn’t go against the whole war happening.
—> you shut your eyes, preparing yourself for your fate, though it was clear that the luck you wished for before you did an exam? yeah.. it was on your side today. You hear a shout, your name though you are far to scared to open your eyes.
—> you feel arms wrapped around you, the air suddenly feels more clean rather then fire and smoke fuming your lungs. sure, you recognised the voice, but with the whole war and swarm of the men who looked exactly like your boyfriend, opening your eyes in this scenario felt like getting either a pony for your 6th birthday or a bag of coal of Christmas!
—> it’s quiet for a moment, you can feel movement, but it isn’t whoever’s arms are wrapped around you. it’s more the movement of the wind against your hair, “you okay?” the voice was gentle, so of course you opened your eyes. “mark holy shit. it was so scar—“ you pause.
—> the man holding you had a mohawk. while his suit looked similar to your boyfriends you knew your mark didn’t just get a haircut during a war.
—> you blink a few times, even rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. yep that wasn’t mark, or in other words wasn’t the one you knew personally.
—> but, you notice something, rather than his eyes being similar to all the other marks you have, unfortunately, come across (besides yours) his were softer, his lips were slightly trembling, his grip on you tightened just a little bit, not enough to hurt you, he made sure of that himself.
—> “i’m ok” you say, staring at him. “shit. thank fuck.” he spoke, his voice rough as he pulled you closer, his hand stroking your back.
—> moving over that for a bit, you perch over his shoulder, trying to see where you both were. and then you audibly gasped, leaning back to face the person who both saved you from death but is also probably plotting a kidnapping. “where the fuck are we!”
—> “in the sky?” he responded, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. you wanted to smack some knowledge into that head of this. “no shit sherlock!! why are we up here!” your voice is loud, though underneath the act your trying to not act scared, but he knows your shitting yourself.
—> after that, he settled the both of you down, sitting on a bench beside you, as he rambled about you in his universe, what happened to you; basically just telling you his side of the lore.
—> despite the fact, you weren’t exactly listening you had caught onto something he said, “i couldn’t save her, she was my n/n.” you don’t respond, you don’t need to. he continues.
—> you didn’t run; what was the point, would you fall into some wormhole next? For now you stayed where you were, even if it was next to one of the evil versions of your boyfriend.
—> you looked like a child who was last to be picked up after school had ended, staring at the ground and waiting for the teacher next to her to stop talking, the teacher being the man with the mohawk beside you.
Mohawk mark x reader wife Let's say Mark and the reader had a little girl and funny enough Mark got attached to her and wanted to have lots of girls, because he's such a great dad hehehehe because I always imagined that Mohawk Mark would be better with girls than the boys Also, because Mark fell in love with the reader while she was pregnant.
Mohawk Mark X Wife Reader: Daughters
THIS IS SO REAL, I LOVE THIS.
Warning: Fluff
It all started when the vassals asked for an heir. Mark didn't want an offspring because it would be a pain as he wanted your time and attention, but the throne needed an heir, so Mark had to ensure it was secured for his bloodline.
So you both decided to have one child, just one that was it.
But damn, Mark was watching you riding a Yoga ball and exercising your belly, he just saw your curvy ass.
Maybe seeing you pregnant wasn't bad at all, in fact, you became prettier in his eyes, whenever you pouted and complained about his love and affection made him fall for you even more, he thought that your belly bulge was hot, it was like telling the whole galaxy that you were his and his alone.
He made sure everything that you've ever craved was there, and even the craziest requests you've asked him to were met.
Although he hates your morning sickness and bad temper, it was all worth it when he saw your belly bulge and especially your exercising with the Yoga ball.
"Damn, I love seeing you exercise your ass." He said sipping some Soda.
"Mark..." You whined.
"My bad that ass is what got you pregnant too." He said laughing.
He loves holding your belly and talking to the baby inside.
"Once you're born, you're going to help me conquer multiple planets." He declared.
"Mark, they'd still be an infant." You laughed.
"Yeah, but I'm going to show them to the whole world like in the movie Lion King; you know that'd be cool."
Nine months later, you gave birth to a beautiful daughter; Mark was with you, holding your hand.
The doctor handed Mark your daughter.
The baby comes in his arms, holding Mark's finger.
He never thought you could make something so tiny, so fragile, and adorable.
After having your firstborn, Mark carried your daughter around, flying in the air as he rocked her to sleep.
"Mark, be careful she might fall." You worried.
"I'll be fine, I'd kill thousands before they even lay a finger on her." He looks at your daughter lovingly as she giggles at the sight of her father.
He gives her a kiss on the cheek she giggles even more.
"I want more." He said looking at his daughter.
"What?" You looked at him shocked.
"I want more." He repeats.
He places your daughter in the crib as he leaves them with the wet nurse he assigned to look after your child.
He carries you to the bedroom.
"We need more." He strips off his clothes.
"MARK-" You squealed as he started giving you kisses.
A few years later, you have no idea how you've given birth to 5 beautiful daughters.
They were all their father's favorite, and with your guidance, they turned into lovely ladies.
But that's whenever you're not around, they cause chaos with their father.
Mark loves carrying your little daughters around, running around with them playing tag.
He would make them an entire castle filled with toys, slides, and little Barbie houses and give them unicorns.
The castle is a full fortress that would protect his daughters from any incoming attack.
One time, his daughters tied his Mohawk and gave him a makeover, forcing him to attend a tea party with tutu wings and a mini tiara.
You were giggling, looking at a rugged man in pink, getting his nails done while someone was pouring him tea, while he complained to his kids about how he wanted to conquer a planet, but you didn't let him.
Mark would hold extravagant balls each birthday for his daughters, and they even have crown jewelry on their closets.
Mark would give them everything they'd ever want, Jewelry, Designer clothing, and money.
Mark is weak for his daughter's lovely pleas as they ask for more luxurious jewelry.
Mark would conquer planets for his daughters.
No one could sway Mark's mind except for you and his daughters.
He would personally love to teach his daughters how to fight and conquer planets.
He even bought them on the battlefield on the backlines, though, to ensure their safety.
Mark would also make statues to show planets his daughter's beauty.
If any man ever attempted to court your daughter, consider them dead, as no one is worthy to marry his daughter.
He'll threaten and even kill those who would even attempt to do so.
He'll still see his kids as little babies walking around, he can never see them growing up.
So when they do, he'll have the biggest heartache.
You sometimes look at him and wonder if he was the one who gave birth to all of the kids because he cried harder when they left for college, and you had to comfort him through it.
Your kids never knew that he cried because he can never show his little princesses that he's weak.
He only wants them to see his strong side so they can always remember that they can always rely on their father.
