Can I request a platonic fic with a sayaka miki (madoka magica) reader or Terra (teen titans) reader with mark or the variants seeing them as a little sibling before angst hits the fan!! No rush tho take ur time!!
༉‧₊˚.𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑲 𝒏’ 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑳
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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂!𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐱 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
Synopsis: when a troubled teen comes into Mark’s life. He can’t help but view them as a little sibling. Wanting nothing to happen to them.
Genre: platonic fic
Info: reader is gender neutral, you can view them however you want them to look, even ignore the they/them pronouns
Word count: 1,449
“Get off my case, Mark!” you demanded, glaring at the hero hovering beside you. You stood on a floating rock, your hands glowing yellow with power.
Your hair whipped around you as Mark sighed, his hero suit glinting in the light. “Y/n, you need to calm down,” he said, his tone soft yet firm.
Scoffing, you accelerated your rock, thrusting back, “Shut up!” you shot back. Mark halted in mid-air, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. You were even more defiant than Oliver, and he knew how young you were. But he couldn’t stay angry; you had joined the guardians at just twelve, pressed into service by Cecil because of your incredible abilities to control Earth. He understood that it must be overwhelming for you.
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It all began with a massive earthquake that prompted Cecil to summon Mark to a devastated city for investigation. Mark swiftly took to the skies and arrived to find the area in ruins.
“Stay alert,” he thought as he maneuvered through the wreckage, surveying the damaged structures. Without warning, he was ambushed by a colossal rock.
The impact sent him crashing into a dilapidated building barely held together by a precarious thread. Shaking off the daze, Mark quickly regained his footing, narrowly dodging another massive boulder hurtling towards him.
“Who are you?!” a young voice yelled. Mark turned to see a small child, clearly a preteen, with glowing yellow eyes, effortlessly hovering thanks to a rock.
“Holy shit. It's just a kid,” Mark said, stunned, as the child raised a hand that glowed with the same vivid yellow, launching a rock straight at him.
Mark instinctively protected himself, and the rock shattered on impact. Just as he tried to catch a better glimpse of the child, they vanished. In an instant, you reappeared, zooming toward him with a roar. He groaned, gripping the remaining piece of rock while you manipulated the rock you controlled.
“You’re here to hurt me too!” Mark held onto the rock, raising a brow and shaking his head. This all reminds when he first met Allen. “What?! No! I'm just here to see who did this!” he yelled, you jumped off the rock. Mark's eyes widen behind his goggles, seeing your body move swiftly.
You looked at the ground, your body closing up to it, mark immediately flew towards you, ready to catch you except for a bigger rock holding you up that held a yellow glow around it. Your hair flew with the wind, a stern face with a scowl.
“If you’re wondering who did this, it’s because, IM THE ONE WHO DID IT!” Mark gets hit with debris of boulders and earth spikes.
“I. JUST. WANT. TO HELP!” He yells between words, trying to focus on dodging the earth you were practically throwing at him.
“Mark! What’s going on!?” Cecil shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. Mark turned to answer but was interrupted as he punched away the boulder you had just thrown at him.
“I’ve figured it out—the earthquake was caused by a kid,” Mark declared, his gaze locked on you. He noticed the tension in your fists, the mix of anger and fear in your eyes.
The ground trembled violently as pillars of rock surged upward, aiming to impale the flying male. Mark narrowly dodged the strikes, his focus shifting as he heard Cecil command, “Take the child down.” Mark’s eyes widened in shock. “I’m not killing a kid!” he shouted defiantly, pursuing you as you soared swiftly onto your rocks.
“Jesus mark, not like that. I ain’t a monster, just restrain the child and bring them here.” Mark calmed down and flew faster after you.
“Leave me alone!” You yelled, turning around with narrowed eyes.
“No! Just listen to me!” he shouted, sprinting after you as you hurled a chunk of the rock beneath you in his direction.
“Hey! Cut that out!” Frustrated, he lunged at you, taking you down from the rock and pinning you firmly. With your arms restrained by his, he recognized that your powers relied heavily on their movement.
“Listen, kid, I know you’re scared, but you need to trust me. I can help you.” He states firmly, his voice steady as he descends to the ground. You appear exhausted, fragile, and in need of support.
"I’m not afraid; I’m furious!" Your eyes blazed with a yellow intensity, and your hair billowed with energy as Mark was soon hit with a moving rock pillar from the ground.
Mark skidded across the ground, shaking his head. “Okay, maybe powers don’t just come from their hands.” He got to his feet, taking a stance while your eyes continued to glow. But there was a problem—your eyes flickered between normal and glowing, and you looked like you might faint.
Quickly, Mark seized you again, this time with a firmer grip as you protested loudly.
“Let go of me! You’re not taking me back, and you won’t hurt me again!” you asserted, feeling the weakness creeping in but determined to stand your ground.
“What are you talking about?!” Mark says, finally apprehending you, flying into the sky to take you back to Chicago.
“You’re with Slade right?! You’re here to torture me!?” You said with full hate, trying to kick at him. “Slade? Who the hell is.. never mind. Listen, I don’t work for this “Slade” guy okay? I’m only here to take you to a safe place, and you’ll just answer some questions.” Mark replies you didn’t know why, but his words bring comfort to how he isn’t working with Slade. And with that, you passed out, mostly due to exhaustion.
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After the battle between you and him, Cecil noticed how valuable a small child could be to the guardians, especially the teen team. But you're stronger than they realize. Cecil gave off weird vibes, but Mark was like an older brother to you.
He always made sure you ate well, trained adequately, and took care of yourself. When Mark informed Debbie about the events, she felt conflicted, but Oliver was eager to meet you right away. He thought you seemed cool!
And meet you he did. He rushed toward you, eager to see you were taller than him. With a touch of shyness, he asked you to demonstrate your powers. You confidently put on your boots, gloves, and goggles, ready to show him what you could do.
Preparation for your earthy powers. You first show them how you can “fly” in your ways, how you can use your hands, and mostly just concentration. Mark couldn’t help but smile at the bonding as you let Oliver get on one of your rocks and fly around as you held it up.
Mark noticed the progress you were making, but it was clear that this “Slade” guy had a strong grip on you. Whatever he did was leaving you anxious, especially when it came to sleeping at night.
One night, he was jolted awake by the sound of your whimpering from downstairs. His keen senses recognized your voice immediately. Without hesitation, he rushed down to find you with a scrunched face, sweat pooling on your forehead as you awoke, visibly frightened.
He walked over, his eyes softened, and he held you to his chest as you cried. You cried the first time he’s seen you being vulnerable. And it seemed that Oliver woke up as well.
Hugging you tightly with a frown, talking about how if he was to see this Slade guy, he would “teach him a lesson”. Of course, Mark gave the purple boy a stern look.
But he would also teach whoever Slade is a lesson, you’re just a child.
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In the present moment, he watches as you fly back to him, head held low as you settle into a crisscross position. Mark sits confidently on the rock beside you, a brotherly smile spreading across his face.
"Sorry, I’m just not used to this whole hero thing. I used to be, but it feels… overwhelming," you confess, a mix of emotions swirling in your eyes as you remove your gloves to reveal the scars beneath.
"Hey, it’s alright, y/n. I remember exactly how it felt when I first stepped into this role," he replies, pulling you into a firm side hug, your head finding a resting place on his shoulder. He watches as you take off your goggles and let them rest on your head.
"Really?" you ask, suddenly intrigued, your gaze shifting to meet his.
"Absolutely. Trust me, it’s a wild ride. Let me tell you how it all began," he responds with a laugh.
The rest of the day unfolds effortlessly, echoing the rhythm of rock 'n' roll.
