#trans mark grayson

debbie had to force nolan to accept they no longer had a daughter anymore, now a son. this didn’t faze nolan as much, whatever his wife said was true and he’d listen. however, nolan would hold more higher expectations before when mark gets his powers. since he was now a viltrumite man, he would need to be just like his father in order to earn the title ‘pure viltrumite.’ mark, before his top surgery, trained day and night because if he wasn’t as strong as a viltrumite man, he was terrified his father would never view him as a man ever.

(also if I was Mark I'd be so annoyed at all my variants being cis when I'm not. But I'd also find it really funny because that implies evil is stored in the balls)

The variants have never even thought of the possibility. But seeing OG Mark butt naked has them going like “damn... wait a minute...”. They realize it when Marks suit ends up getting ripped all over during a fight and suddenly theres something interesting to look at. 

you were the first person mark came out to. of course you were, you had been his best friend since middle school. through terrible teachers, lunch detentions, as well as an embarrassing era of dark, edgy clothes and puppy love heartbreaks, you were there for it all.

and so of course you were accepting when he told you he was trans. you weren't shocked anyway, you could always kind of tell that there was something under the surface that mark had never confided about with you. could tell that something was just off when he would hesitate on going into stores like victoria's secret or bath and body works. you'd always catch him stealing glances at himself in mirrors at malls, tugging his shirt forward to hide his figure, or concealing his long hair in the hood of a hoodie that was a size too big on him. or even when he would insist on shopping in the boys section at stores because apparently "they just have better clothes."

his behavior was enough to make you raise an eyebrow, but you never questioned it. just thought he was a tomboy for the longest time, which in hindsight was definitely a stupid assumption. so when he told you, all the puzzle pieces clicked into place and it was like putting on glasses for the first time and seeing things clearly for once. duh he was trans, how did you not notice before? all those birthday parties and formal events where debbie tried to make him wear a nice dress and mark would always fight tooth and nail against her. the dress was always ruined within an hour, muddied from playing rough outside and debbie would cave in and let him wear a tshirt and jeans with a sigh and a roll of her eyes.

another instance crosses your mind, the time he got into a bad arguement with nolan. a screaming match that shook the house. you weren't there when it happened, but you think you remember him giving you a short explanation that the fight was related to his powers and the fact he didn't have them yet. nevertheless, whatever that fight was about resulted in mark storming up to his room and locking the door behind him. he came to school the next day with tear streaked cheeks and choppy hair that looked like it had lost a nasty fight with a pair of kitchen scissors.

now that you're looking back on it, mark had to have lied to you about the cause of that fight.

when mark first started dressing in exclusively boys clothes, his style was that of a ten year old who had his outfits handpicked by his mother every day. marks wardrobe was practically overflowing with graphic tees of his favorite action figures, corny phrases, and at least three different seance dog shirts. thank god for you, though, because you teased him out of that phase real quick. helped him clear out his closet the summer before freshman year with grins and a stifled snicker when you found the shirt he had that read "I paused my game to be here." really? how old is he, five? safe to say you took him shopping that day and bought him a whole collection of clothes that actually fit his age range and most of his new style is accredited to you now.

when you bought him his first binder for his sixteenth birthday that year, he was ecstatic. practically bouncing off the walls, you thought he was going to somehow activate his powers with the sheer amount of excitement that was radiating off of him that day. he could officially say goodbye to the questioning glances he got from wearing hoodies in the ninety degree summers of chicago and feel at least a bit more comfortable wearing clothes that were a little more fitted on him. he DID go a little bit overboard with wearing it, though. he'd keep the constricting thing on him for days on end, wearing it out to the point of breathing complications. and then he would still wear it because "i'm a viltrumite, who cares? i'll be fine." his words exactly. yeah, it got to the point where he would only ever take it off if he absolutely had to. he'd dodge cleaning it for weeks simply because he didn't want to risk debbie finding it in the wash while she was folding his clothes. thankfully, this was a phase he got over within a month or so and he finally started taking care of it when he realized that he actually had to breathe to live, and that just being a viltrumite wasn't going to get him out of all the back pain and breath shortness that came with wearing his binder. you still do have to remind him to take it off occasionally, but you don't mind since it makes you glad to know he's appreciative of the gift.

honestly, mark is looking for validation from mainly his father. if the guardian had little to no idea mark was transitioned, he believed that he was passing. no one would ever give him shit for it, but some questions would rise up as, “how were you able to get top surgery with your viltrumite skin?” and so on. marks not offended or uncomfortable, he’ll answer questions for those who are confused, like immortal or the older generations.

despite this, mark would still hide the fact he’s a trans man only because if people think he’s cis why change their point of view? this consists of a lot of tank tops being worn during trips to the beach or any hot weather where it’s normal to take off your shirt.

Also, okay question, do you think that it would be funnier if the variants survived because Eve never got injured so Mark faced them all and defeated them, or Angstrom changed his approach and sent the variants to fight Mark one by one? (Like instead of an all out approach, Angstrom sent evil version after evil version to ensure Mark thinks that he's not meant to be good, that any circumstance can make him a ticking time bomb or prone to evil) (aka Mark's getting psychologically tortured and the variants are falling in love lmfao)

Also. At least one variant got so hard so quick they passed out upon seeing Mark headbutt Conquest to death. (HAVE A GOOD DAY GATOR!!!! <3)

Please do write it, I would read tf outta this. 

It would be kinda funny if the Mark variants were sent one at a time, like some kinda power ranger villain of the weak. Would it be weakest to strongest, or is it just one random Mark at a time? Do they play rock paper scissors? Pull straws? Fight it out? 

I feel the first like, five variants are treated as major threats, until Mark realizes they all just pop a stiffy when they start fighting. He swears one of them went “Awooga,,,” and started audibly panting when his suit was shredded in just the right places. 

You know the variants just kinda crowd around the screen at the GDA to watch Mark headbutt Conquest into mush? The poor operators just gotta slowly back out of the room, cuz these variants are starting to growl, huff and rut against the control panel (only like, one or two of them are doing this, but that's more than enough) 

Sinister would try to lick all the blood off Marks face, just sticking his tongue all over his mug like those fish you have that suck on the insides of the tank to clean it. 

Poor Marks gonna get pavloved in one way or the other. It's not that the blood and violence really get him off, it's more that all the variants go crazy for it and want to go down on him after fights or when hes extra bloody. 

I can't even imagine all the flack Rex will give Mark for this. Like what do you MEAN evil versions of you are downright humping their hands and panting against your neck like some kinda wild animal?? Thats fucking hilarious. 

that’s actually so fricking cute, imagine helping mark with his shots but he has to use GDA special syringes because of his viltrumite skin. mark is still scared of needles despite being a grown man, he also doesn’t let anyone but you do the shots.