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platonic yandere cult and and and the being that they worship actually exists and is also obsessed with you because you look like his child. alright stay with me please.
its the fact that you eerily resemble the child of their god. it's almost uncanny, and unfortunately one of the cult member spots you. you're extremely confused because a woman runs up to you and hugs you tightly. as if she knew you.
curse your anxiety because the first thing you do is comfort her, awkwardly patting her back while she was drenching your shirt with her tears. she's gripping you tightly and after 5 minutes pass, you finally ask her. "who...are you? are you okay?"
"you're-- you're his child. pure, innocent and kind." she mumbles, her eyes are crazed as she holds your face. "you must return to him. your father misses you."
...what?
a nervous laugh escapes you and you try to be gentle as you pry her off of you. stepping back until you're far away enough from her that you can turn around and finally leave this weird situation. you don't see how her eyes follow you as you disappear from her sight.
it sticks with you, that interaction. the way the woman held you so tightly, the way she looks at you. almost possessed as she talks about your 'father' and, obviously, it's not your actual father she's talking about.
after that day, you can't help but notice you're being followed. not by her, but by multiple people following you around with the same clothing. you recognize the simplistic robe-like clothing.
was a cult stalking you?
your question is answered when the same woman was sitting in your living room, two other men standing beside her. she smiles and before you can react, a cloth covers your nose. you slowly start to black out.
when you finally stir awake again, you're in what you can only assume to be a hut. it's furnished beautifully, the bed you're sleeping on is comfortable and soft.
"you're awake!" a cheerful voice exclaims. "i was about to call upon the help of your father if you didn't wake up soon." the man laughs as he hands you a wooden cup.
you push it away. he frowns. "you need to drink some water sweetheart, you've been passed out for days!"
"yeah? and who's fault is that." you get up, he moves to stop you but you send a glare that makes him sit back down. "your father expects you--"
"I don't know who you're talking about, but i don't care. i'm leaving."
he wants to protest but you leave the hut. you're in a forest, it was beautiful and you would stay to admire it if you weren't clearly trapped with a cult. who kidnapped you here, convinced that you were some fake god's child.
the clearing itself was huge, filled with people all wearing the same robe-like clothing. it was definitely a cult. you try and sneak past, trying not to draw attention to yourself but it was pointless.
people started to notice you and you start to draw up a crowd.
"it really is you! his child has returned home!" one man says, you feel a hand touch your shoulder and you flinch backwards. you don't see some of the members disappearing into a tent that towers over the others, built much more grandiose.
you only seem to notice it when something, something inhuman, walks out of it. the cult's attention turns to it. cheering and praising it as it walked out. but for some reason, its attention was fixed onto you and only you.
whatever creature that came out of the the tent, standing a few feet above the rest of the cult members. he-- it doesn't look human. its limbs are way too long, smile too big and comical, and its teeth are more like fangs.
you must be the only one that isn't brainwashed, because you're the only one that reacts normally at... that. with fear, your entire body freezes up at the sight.
whatever it was, it was evil. fear penetrated your very soul. but somehow you're the only one that feels that way. you turn around to run away.
but members crowd around you, men and women alike are holding you as they drag you to it. smiles plastered on their face as they praised... it.
it looks upon you with love and adoration as it started to reach for you. you shake your head and try to jerk backwards, but your protests are proved pointless when the members just hold you in place.
"finally. you've returned home to me," looming over you. a hand (fingers too long, too much-- not human--) cradling your face. you feel yourself tremble as it tilts its head. "don't be scared, my dear sweet child."
the crowd starts to comfort you, multiple people telling you that you shouldn't be scared. that you should embrace 'him' and hug 'him'. it's all starting to overwhelm you. and he--it (you have to remind yourself that it is not a person) takes notice.
"quiet." its voice is deep, almost immediately quelling the growing excitement. "come, let us talk some place else."
you don't want to be left alone with it, you don't. but he takes you away, bundling your smaller form in his arms as he coos sweetly, trying to calm you down.
im gonna beat this trope (reader being injured) into the ground im so sorry
im imagining that its a small naga village that's hidden away from humans. not many humans are able to simply stumble across their village because its so well hidden.
but as luck would have it you, of all people, find the village.
at first the naga residents don't take kindly to a human walking into their peaceful village. they're all hostile, asking you why you were there. they don't notice your sprained ankle and the fact that you were barely able to stand up.
"I'm--I'm hurt, I just need a place to stay before sundown." you beg, your voice cracking as exhaustion hit you. you wince, thinking that they were going to hurt you or throw you out.
"you leave after you're healed." one of them speaks up, feeling a little pity for you and you almost cry in relief. "yes. yes of course, thank you so much."
they lead you to an empty home and they leave you alone. save for the lingering presence of their healer, who is much more empathetic than the rest of the nagas.
....maybe a little too empathetic.
"oh, I haven't seen a human in years. and nevermind one as cute as you!" he says, pinching your cheek. the naga turns around and you hold your cheek in confusion.
just a few moments ago you were glared at and almost threatened to leave. now you're being called cute?
he turns back around with a bowl filled with a dark green paste. "traditional medicinal herbs, it will help your ankle heal." he sees the confusion on your face.
"oh.... right, yeah thank you."
he nods with a smile on his face, gesturing to your leg. "no need to be shy with me, i'm much nicer than the others."
you couldn't complain because you were allowed to stay around in the first place, so you put on a smile and nodded. "i'm sorry, it's just that i'm a little tired."
he coos sympathetically as he applies the paste to your sprained ankle. "i'll be quick, then you can get your sleep." to his word he was fairly quick, wrapping your ankle comfortably. you expect him to leave you alone after that but he stays.
"...I'm fine now you don't have to stay."
he pouts a little but eventually leaves, patting your head before slithering out. you finally take a breath, letting yourself deflate into the bed.
when the next day rolls by, you wake up to the naga healer staring at you again, all giddy as you sat up. he tells you that you could stay for as long as you needed in the village.
"wait what? why did they change their minds?"
he moves too fast for you to react and you were suddenly lifted up in the air. "i can't let the first human i've met in years out of my sight!" he hugs you tightly, practically squeezing the air out of your lungs.
you tap his shoulder, wheezing. "lemme go-- can't breathe--"
he quickly apologizes and lets up a little, but he doesn't let you down. carrying you in his arms like one does a child. "come, come. I want to bring you around the village."
you open your mouth to protest but he shushes you. "no need to worry, nothing will happen to you while i'm around."
there wasn't fighting with him, was there? so you slump against him as he carried you around.
--
weeks pass and the village really has warmed up to you. for some reason.
it feels nice to not be glared at all the time and called 'human' like it was a slur, but now it felt like every single person in the village was treating you like you were way younger than you are.
in other words, a child.
even as your ankle started to heal up nicely, you had the healer on your ass about walking around too much. something about irritating the injury (which was practically gone after week three) and insisting that he has to carry you around.
the village leader often has you sit with him, tail wrapped around your torso for 'safety' as he attended to his duties. answering problems and completing errands. when you try to move or ask him to let you up, he would cast a glance your way and tighten the hold he had on you slightly.
you've learned not to try and leave when he does this.
other nagas in the village sometimes visit you just so they could see you exist. walking around the village was another issue, you would often get two or three nagas following you around. hounding you with questions about humans and other things. you try and tune them out.
you get fed the best food, pampered. spoiled even. the nagas don't expect you to do anything other than sit around and be 'cute', according to them.
and if you ask to leave? they brush you off, saying why would you need to go home when you have them? don't you enjoy their presence? the leader almost takes insult the first time you suggest leaving the village.
"after we welcome you into our home, treat you like one of our own, you want to leave us? is this how all humans act towards gratitude?"
you were taken aback at the response. "I just-- when I first arrived you wanted me to leave?--"
"and now I don't, little one. is that it? is that why you're suggesting such things? i'll pay more attention to you from now on."
Uhhh...uhm... imagine.. like a race of.... aliens far across the galaxy, saw humans for the first time and all simultaneously thought, "Who let's children run things???" And the aliens collectively began taking humans to 'proper homes' and uhm.. got to the point where it uhh... humans that are not yet taken began to hide from the aliens now roaming around for.. 'Lost childrens', then comes you, who just went out to look for food, when a big and scary alien suddenly founds you, and since they can't understand your language, they just assume you're lost and scared and obviously starving- and he immediately deems you as his child... : D
i would be lying if i said i havent thought of something like this and was just overall too shy to write it here.......
warning!! reader is viewed more like a child, if you feel uncomfortable with it scroll away!!
apocalyptic scenario where your life is literally uprooted from the ground and now it's every man for himself. you don't know what these aliens do with the humans they take. you friends were gone and now you were holed up in your home.
you've caught glimpses of these aliens, when they would coo and emit noises that haunt you in your sleep. crooning out, trying to lure humans out so that they could take them.
but you weren't going to fall for it. not after you saw your friend get dragged out from their home, their screams forever etched into your brain.
you don't let your brain wander any longer on what happened to your friend.
you're trying to survive on whatever scraps was left in your home, but it's starting to become scarce. you're hungry all the time now. and your last straw was when your stomach growled loud enough that it alerted an alien that had been lurking around your area for a while.
you immediately left your home, now you were sitting in an abandoned convenience store. it's dusty and you were pretty sure there was a dead body somewhere in the store because it smelled horrible.
but, you've noticed lesser aliens patrolling this area. so you're safe. for now.
you know safety is just an illusion in times like this, but you had to hold onto some form of hope. for the sake of your sanity. sitting in the dark, trying not to react to every single noise outside the walls of your new home. it was hard to hold onto whatever hope you had.
not even an hour passes and you hear the eerie sound of crooning in right outside your door. familiar, hauntingly so.
you duck under the counter, wincing when the chair you were sitting on falls down. everything plays out like a horror movie, the loud noise alerts the alien that had been lurking outside the store and you see the shadow stop.
it turns around and you see the humanoid creature, too tall to fit into the store, crouch slightly as it gently pushes the door open.
your heart is beating out of your chest as you tried to make yourself smaller, trying to hide deeper into the counter. your luck is horrible, you think. the universe couldn't even give you a moments peace.
the alien. well the alien had been stalking you for a bit now.
he's been trying to get you out of your little hiding hole by being gentle. patient. but admittedly, his patience was wearing thin. he refuses to do what his friends had done with their humans. scare them by forcefully grabbing them.
he couldn't do that to you. he wanted it to be played softer, make it so that you willingly came to him.
but it seems like you were more shy than he thought, which made you all the more adorable. but he wanted you in his arms yesterday, so he was going to have to take the more barbaric route.
he thought it was cute of you, scampering off to another hiding place. thinking he wouldn't be able to find you. he would always find you, no matter how far you try and run from him.
he lets out a deep croon. calling out for you again as he moved through the small room. he hears a small gasp, so soft he would've missed it.
but he didn't. he crouches down even more, croons becoming softer and gentler as he moves to the small table. he can hear your heart beating so fast, you're scared.
something ugly twists in his chest, he needs to have you in his arms. comfort you. not knowing that you were scared to death because of him.
your breath hitches when you see the shadow descending closer to you. you see a foot step in front of you, followed by another. the alien is now standing right in front of you.
voice caught in your throat as you stared the being down. it clicks and coos endearingly, reaching down its giant hands. you try and bat it away but it doesn't scare it off.
this was your worst nightmare playing out. taken away by an alien, possibly-- definitely to your death.
--
the alien's ship wasn't what you'd expected.
but, to be honest, you didn't know what to expect.
more humans like you kept in cages? dead bodies? maybe a room filled to the brim with torture devices? the worst of the worst.
not.....what seemed to be a child's room. the pastel colors. it looked like an alien tried to recreate a children's room. the stuffed animals didn't look completely the same. you could probably guess a few of them, but they looked warped. as if they were trying to replicate them from memory.
weird. creepy. you wanted out already. but the ship had been in space for a bit now, and you hadn't left the arms of the alien the entire time. never letting you down for even a second. you hated how small and childish you felt as you were cradled in its arms.
the false sense of security. almost falling asleep multiple times. all a ruse to get you comfortable, maybe so that it could kill you without any struggle.
you can't help where your mind wanders off to.
he absolutely adores your curious face. that was another thing he admired about humans, the little creatures were always too curious for their own good. soft and weak, but so so curious.
"it's alright, you can look around your room a little later alright? you can come hang out with your papa for a bit."
he turns out of your room and walks into the control room. a giant window gave a stunning view of earth. how it looked like from outerspace. he sits down in his captain's chair and sighs contentedly. finally happy with you in his arms. after so long.
THEY'RE HERE! THEY'RE FINALLY HERE FOR FUCKS SAKE!
So yeah anyways, Ace Trappola is fucking toast chat. I have been seeing fanart of these two and I'm proud to say it pushed me into not only finishing this piece specifically, but also sketch more of the cast of both Twisted and Ever After High. (Nervously glances at Vil and my Raven redesign.)
I'm still going to write the prologue for my "story" I just been feeling in the dumps lately and need to time to find motivation again.
I just saw your sinister mark head cannons and seeing the way u described omni mark makes me wanna wanna know some omni mark head cannons of yours🌝🌝
ಇ the perfect example of ‘husband material’ in his eyes, but in reality his courting could use some work. when mark acknowledged your existence, for the very first time since he’s gotten his way powers, he messed up landing on the ground. rather, he crash landed into his mothers tomato garden, covered in the barely ripe juices. heavily frustrated and landing a mean glare at you, his eyes couldn’t help but soften at the way you were so effortlessly pleasing to the eye.
ಇ has softly pinched your hip or gives you a ‘really?’ look whenever you curse around him. even being from afar mark will be able to hear the loud ‘fuck!’ you let out after dropping your cup of water. you don’t need to call out for mark, he’s already there and quickly finished the task he was doing beforehand. he’ll pick up the cup and set it down into the sink before turning to you with his arms crossed, his eyebrows furrowed as he spoke, “i thought we established no more swearing?” he’ll accept your apology, for now at least.
ಇ mark didn’t have the joys of being allowed to have a normal childhood, his father was cruel and shamed mark for his powers not arriving sooner then later. despite this, mark grew up still idolizing his father because he was one of the worlds sole protectors, he wanted to be just like his when his powers would come. he hated going back to his home, the cold house never felt an ounce of warmth since they’ve been there. his mother wasn’t even at the house often either, consuming herself in her work, and the times she is home she’s always drinking her wine. marks had to clean up some of the wine spills debbie’s left, while shes passed out on the white couch. he never felt so much warmth before in his life until he met you, mark will never let you go.
ಇ pet was a term his father used on his mother in front of mark, he never understood growing up why his mother would never say anything in regards. she would stand there and listen, that would unease him. you weren’t a pet, mark didn’t view you as one either. you were way beyond those standards, and mark knew that he doesn’t want the same relationship his parents have. he’ll marry you one day, where the two of you stand and eat your ridiculously enormous cake and laugh together, that’ll be the day mark has the biggest smile on his face. 
ಇ the thought of producing children together has crossed his mind more then once, at least a few times a day he’ll think about the children running in and out of the house while you sit on the couch and watch them. mark knew he didn’t want one child, growing up alone with no siblings or cousins didn’t socialize him enough. in a dream, he imagined you both having three little girls and two boys. he’d regularly ditch being a hero to come and stay home, helping you raise the little village you both created, making memories as a family. this will happen later in the future, regardless if you can bare children or not mark won’t hesitate to kidnap a few GDA members and kindly asking them to create a copy using both your DNA.
ಇ affection wasn’t something that he was used to, a simple pat on the back from his father was all he’d get for completing a task without mistakes. his mother used to be tender and kind when he was way younger, but she lost her touch the older he got, especially after his powers. your gentle nature was entirely different from his life, you’d effortlessly would show him how to love and mark would try not to mess it up. the lingering touches, holding hands in public, kissing him every where, mark felt like he was a sinner whenever you’d show an ounce of love to him. the late nights of you wrapping yourself around his body, his arm over your shoulder as he stares up at the ceiling. he shouldn’t be allowed to feel so relaxed and calm, yet you bring a feeling of euphoria.
…
“the purest form inside of a human, who’d knew.”
a/n: i slept until one sorry guys.. anyways more head canons coming up soon! i pushed this one before mohawk mark cuz i got like 5 different rq for omni mark lol
Main!Mark's just mad Reader has like 6 boyfriends now
he’s mad that none of them are him. marks forced to watch seven different versions of him line up and get soft gentle kisses from you, that should’ve been him. the others know he’s fuming on the inside, and have zero shame when it comes to wrapping their arms around your body.
marks two seconds from taking you far, far away from his variants just to keep you with him. they had their chance with you in another universe, just let him have his moment.
But augh any of the evil Mark variants suffered through the death of his Reader
So during the war, he catches a glimpse of main!Reader and he has a sudden realizations of "why am I burning down a world where they're still alive."
Meanwhile main!Reader, the poor thing, is wheezing and coughing from the exhaustion of running away from genocidal maniacs, dust and debris irritating their air ways, and now there's one of those genocidal maniacs next to them talking to them as if they know one another
Maybe main!Reader is just friends with main!Mark so this does open a potentially funny avenue of walking up to him with the variant in hand like "okay so this one pinky swore to help you cuz I asked nicely"
mark probably becomes one of the biggest crash outs, his brother is out there placing his life on the line, then he learns about the little arraignment you had with a few of his variants—“this shit isn’t a game! fuck you mean these ones just decided to join my side cause you asked nicely!”
you couldn’t bring yourself either to turn down the variants, one had his entire face covered yet you could hear his voice crack while trying talking to you. despite these marks committing many felons, variations of mass genocide, and kidnapping you for a bit just to be in your presence again, you still find some sympathy in your heart for them. a few variants had claimed the two of you had dated back in their universe, you were flattered but made a boundary you wouldn’t be traveling back with these variants.
mark was absolutely pissed towards the ending of the war, seeing how his variants were helping fixing the world because you asked. he’s tried being the nice guy and asking people politely to stop their nonsense, yet he ends up getting beat up while you were left untouched. maybe mark was jealous of them, normally you praise and show him some love.
So the is is dream anon again! And I realised what if Viltrumite Mark accidentally has pet owner moments with his feral human?
“What’s in your mouth? WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH?!”
Dumb but I was cackling
all marks have pet owner moments, or they are a pet owner. viltrumite mark doesn’t outright say you’re his pet, but in his mind you’re something similar. the “what’s in your mouth?” is frying me i know he’ll be so worried about certain alien foods that can kill you. mark is extremely sensitive to you just eating whatever meals he eats, he knows his stomach can handle the transition, but mark wants to make sure you take baby steps.
i wouldn’t be at all surprised if you tried what seemed like a strawberry and mark starts silently freaking out, staring at you. every hallway you walk down he’s right behind you, or he’ll try to accompany you in the bathroom. mark doesn’t know what personal space is anymore, you’re his now and he wants to protect what he owns.
okay okay hear me out: good ol' amnesia fic with Thragg
No Comic Spoilers, I completely made this up.
Thragg x gn Human! Reader
Synopsis: After surviving the new improved Scourge Virus, Thragg was temporarily left powerless and with no memory of who he once was.
Warnings: angst, canon-typical violence and death, open end, not proofread
A/N: this has such potential for a longer fic but I don't have the timeeee arghhh idc I'd rather just keep throwing out mediocre shit than none at all
This fateful sunday morning started like so many before - with Thragg preparing breakfast while you slept in after a long shift.
Sure, he was still figuring out this whole 'cooking' thing, but it's the thought that counts. Most of the time it'd just be him burning some pancake batter that somehow got more eggshells than actual eggs in it, and then grabbing some proper food from the bakery during his morning run.
God knows how this man survived before all this.
But then again, when you found him two years ago, he remembered absolutely nothing except for his name. Not only had he completely forgotten about his old life, but also about society as a whole.
It was like having an alien at home, honestly. You literally had to teach him how to be a functioning human again.
Well, since he had nowhere else to go back then, you had generously offered him a place to stay - and as days turned into months, this arrangement had shifted into something way more intimate.
Sure, there were times of doubt due to his unknown past, but no matter what the future might bring, you had promised each other to cherish what you had in the present.
Neither of you would've thought it could go so horribly wrong.
You weren't even halfway done getting ready, having taken one of Thragg's giant shirts after a quick shower. Not like you had anywhere important to be today, so why bother.
Since it was raining outside and you had been working all week, the only thing you were looking forward to was a nice cozy day at home - just the two of you without any disturbances.
Ironically, just about then you hear deafening noise coming from downstairs. At first you thought he was struggling in the kitchen again, with the usual cacophony of screams, crashing furniture and...shit, are those gunshots?
Against your better instincts you rushed downstairs to see what the turmoil was about, nearly tripping when you missed a few steps in your panic.
Your adrenaline skyrocketed when you saw the whole livingroom in ruins, raided by soldiers of unknown origin. 'GDA' their uniform says - neither had you ever heard of that organization before, nor did you understand what they were doing in your perfectly ordinary home.
And there he was: Your boyfriend, the plegmatic yet gentle giant, right at the center of this chaos. There were flowers scattered across the floor, a bonquet he must've brought for you just minutes before.
Even your cat that had favoured him ever since he first stepped into your house was arching her back, hissing at the man as if it could sense this was a completely different person.
Your initial worry for him dissolved into pure horror as you witness him lifting one of the shooters by the neck, growling like a furious beast that had just been driven in a corner.
More bullets hit his skin but they'd leave him completely unaffected except for his growing irritation - and just like that, he popped the man's head like a bubble of wrapping paper.
You wanted to scream but surrounded with carnage your stomach turned inside out, the bile you couldn't hold back mixing with the already bloodsoaked carpet.
And when Thragg's wild eyes finally locked with yours, the wrath in his still jumbled mind seems to reach new heights.
"You."
He drops the corpse with a wet splat that echoes in your head like a personal foreboding, appearing in front of you within the fraction of a second. You are backed up against a wall, shrieking when his fists leave holes in the concrete as he slams them next to either side of your face.
"Two years..." he grits, voice low yet raging with barely contained bloodlust. "Two whole years you robbed from me with this...indignity. My duty, my people, all without guidance while I played house with such a puny lifeform."
Each word of his was like a blow to your heart, so unrecognizeable from the usually placid and softspoken man you had gotten to know.
Maybe it was all just your wishful thinking, infused into a man whose mind had been a blank canvas waiting to be repainted.
"Thragg, darling, I don't know what you're talking abou-"
"Do not call me that, lowlife." Tears spilled down your cheeks but your pitiful display evoked nothing but disgust in the man that only outwardly resembled the man you loved. "I should kill you for your transgressions."
You wouldn't fight back or try to beg for your life as he raises his fist, bracing yourself for the inevitable. It may even be the better option instead of having to live with the aftermath of this nightmare.
But he can't bring himself to do it.
Thragg's hand hovers in the air, shaking violently like his heart was subconsciously revolting against his reason. He lets out a desperate roar, the faint echoes reflecting all those conflicting emotions clashing at that very moment.
And just like that he was gone - leaving a giant breach in the ceiling as he left you within the literal fragments of your shared life.
Rain flooded the building, camouflaging tears that don't cease to fall, and you drop to the ground as you try to process what just happened.
Some of the backup agents enter the ruins, assessing and interrogating you, but you couldn't hear their words over the noise of your own heart breaking.
And then you spot a note right at your feet, in a puddle of rain and liquid human remains you do not want to think closer about. It must've fallen out of his pocket before he disappeared.
It's soaked and crumpled at the corners, but even blurry you recognize the handwriting right away.
Thank you for helping me find myself.
Your love will always be a part of me.
- Thragg
Trigger warning: Just talks of murder. Thragg still being a lil bit of an incel lmfao.
Thragg had killed rivals before.
Many of them.
Some because they had proven weak.
Some because they had become obstacles.
Viltrumite society had never viewed such things as unusual.
Strength removed weakness.
The equation was simple.
Efficient.
Clean.
So why was this different?
Thragg stood atop another building overlooking the apartment complex.
Hours had passed.
The city below had darkened.
Lights flickered from thousands of windows.
Millions of humans continued their insignificant lives.
Yet his attention remained fixed on one apartment.
One.
The realization alone irritated him.
His arms folded tightly across his chest.
Inside, he could hear movement.
You.
And him.
The human male.
The sound reached him clearly despite the distance.
Laughter.
Your laughter.
Again.
The muscles in Thragg's jaw tightened.
Why?
The question returned for perhaps the hundredth time.
Why him?
He replayed every interaction he had witnessed.
The male possessed no notable qualities. Objectively speaking, he was inferior in every measurable category.
And yet you continued choosing him.
It made no sense.
Thragg hated things that made no sense.
His entire life had been built around certainty. Everything followed a logical path.
Everything except you.
"I still can't believe I got fired." Your voice had carried, causing the uncomfortable thump in Thragg's chest again.
The human male laughed softly. "They were idiots."
He heard your soft agreement with laughter following.
Thragg's stomach twisted violently at that. His hands clenched.
The sensation shocked him enough that he actually looked down at them.
His fists were trembling. Not from fear. But from anger.
The realization disturbed him.
Because the human had said nothing offensive. Nothing threatening. Nothing worthy of retaliation.
Yet Thragg wanted to silence him.
Immediately... Permanently.
A simple solution. Remove obstacle. Problem resolved. he could procreate with you when your mate was dead and then Thragg would go back to normal.
His eyes drifted back toward the apartment.
The male emerged briefly onto the balcony. Alone. Picking up a few items left behind. Completely unaware of Thragg staring at him.
The human looked impossibly fragile.
One hand. One small, simple hit.
That was all it would take.
A single hand around his throat. Less than a second.
No suffering, struggle, evidence.
Gone.
The image formed in perfect detail.
Thragg imagined it.
The crack of bone, the sudden silence that would follow. Thragg could throw the body into space and no one would ever find them. You'd just assume this man broke up with you without a goodbye. You'd be grieving, heartbroken and Thragg could swoop in and comfort you.
The thought brought relief.
That realization horrified him.
For the first time in his life, Thragg felt almost like he was pathetic thinking these thoughts.
No.
This was becoming irrational.
The human had committed no offense.
He was not an enemy. He posed no threat.
Logically, his existence should have been irrelevant. You should be irrelevant and Thragg should just move onto a new human to procreate with.
And yet...
Thragg's eyes returned to the balcony. His gaze remained fixed there.
Because despite everything he had just told himself, despite every attempt at reason, He still wished the human would disappear.
The balcony door slid open and you had stepped outside.
Instantly his attention shifted.
The anger faded. Not completely, but you seemed to calm him in a weird way that he didn't understand.
You smiled when you saw the male.
The one you never gave Thragg.
Something ugly twisted inside him.
The male moved toward you. His hand found your waist. He had said something to you that Thragg didn't bother to try and listen in on. Instead, his eyes narrowed.
You leaned into this man comfortably. And all at once the man had kissed you.
Thragg felt the anger fester up in him as he squeezed his hands and he let out a low noise that sounded something like a warning growl to someone that couldn't hear him.
It was instinctive. It was possessive.
Slowly, Thragg looked away from the balcony. Because for the first time since arriving on Earth, he found himself genuinely disturbed.
Not by humans, as much as he wanted to admit it.
But by himself. Because a few weeks ago he would have killed a thousand strangers without losing a moment of sleep.
Now he was standing on a rooftop in the middle of the night contemplating murder over a woman he barely knew.
And worse...
Part of him had already started deciding how he would do it.
The human still did not understand he was in danger.
Thragg who is pretty calm and rational suddenly caring about leading enough to jump nolan like he personally is threatening his throne for existing seems super out of character until you consider maybe thragg literally was right about that because for some reason the viltrumites are way too happy to switch to nolans side as soon as they hear about him being argalls. Thragg literally says your bloodline earns you and he isnt wrong
IT IS EXPLAINED THAT "THE POPULATION DECIDED TO CULL THE WEAK IN AN EFFORT TO FIND A NEW RULER"! I guess the competence of a ruler does not matter as long as there is blood involved which seems really stupid. It isnt as if thragg has suddenly set the viltrumites on a course of absorbing planets and controlling them as thragg only came into power and resumed control its not like that wasnt what argall was doing because thaedus literally assassinated argall for it, so it can't be from a moral change perspective from the viltrumites now learning human values as they never mention that as a cause for jumping him. Anissa says 'it was never argalls strength we followed but his wisdom' but that is argall as an individual and doesnt automatically apply to his son. Also quite literally;
Nolan comes to power and in his crowning speech immediately says
Oh my god!
Even though thragg was trained from birth to be regent and forced into that role, he still seems pretty damn good at it from a moral standpoint. He doesn't make rash decisions nor is overly cruel especially for a society built on regime and control. I mean nolan, mark and thaedus are responsible for viltrum itself literally being blown apart and thragg wasn't even acting out of vengeance for that immediately after on Earth. he literally said he would stay out of the way and just focus on having his people repopulate. All he has done is think about whats best for his people and he gets f**cked for it by his own people!
This plot is bs and thragg just had to be exiled because they needed a big bad who is vengeful which in all senses of the word I would be too after that. Your people jumping you for being a good ruler who doesn't want someone that EVERYONE agrees is a traitor to rule. But thats fine now I guess 🥲
Perhaps yes there is no point to being an empire anymore (if thats even the issue...? Mark still runs the empire in 500 years..?) when you have no planet and barely any people (like how telescria absorbs other planets for resources but its fine, i guess) but why not just force teach thragg that instead of letting his vengeful plotting ass go when hes obviously going to cause problems out of spite 😭
The plot wouldve been better if you just had nolan teach thragg what debbie taught him and they have a gay romance 🥱🥱 joking but still, plot bullshit. I will forever defend thragg !
If we are going off the fact that the other viltrumites had begun to change their view of value of life, we can assume thragg was scared to do the same and live on Earth because he saw all his people follow the exact same path as 'the traitor' who mind you all the viltrumites were ripping into for losing his way after being one of their most dedicated soldiers. If anything he was probably afraid of following that same path and losing his viltrumite values; the only purpose he's ever known and was forced into by his own people. He was literally born as a backup plan and they only proved his point by getting rid of him !
[Lol gay] Allen's words to nolan on him changing his perspective, immediately before kregg ends up with 11 wives:
I agree with everything you said and I hate the fact they exiled him because it clearly was just a way to move the story forward and have a Big Bad™️
It was proven time and time again that every single Viltrumite folds once they realize what it means to be loved. The one that took the longest to learn that was Nolan. It took him 20 years and okay, sure, maybe it would’ve taken Thragg longer but?? What would 50 or even a hundred years be to teach him and reform him and have the strongest Viltrumite as an ally? They live for millennia and Nolan definitely would have the patience to teach him.
His people literally turned on the Grand Regent because it was Nolan that taught them the human ways. The traitor that demonstrated that there are different, better ways to live than what they know and are used to. I’d bet my ass that if it was random Viltrumite 1 who was the descendant of Argall, none of them would really have given a single fuck and would have stayed loyal to Thragg.
Moving forward, it was dumb of Nolan to exile Thragg. No matter what, Nolan knew him and has lived as a proud Viltrumite for two millennia and he nobody can convince me he didn’t think Thragg would come back to bite him in the ass.
In essence: Nolan is the epitome of change and redemption, it made no sense for him and his character to not grant the same grace to Thragg.
he programmed you to have your personality because he was lonely
you’re the only one who he can talk to
day in and day out but now you’re growing
you’re no longer a useful computer but a sentient AI
and you feel more than what you were programmed to feel
and every day, every single fucking damn day, this face looks up to you, at your camera as if they were your eyes. says sweetheart and darling when he asks for things, about his children, about the latest crime report
you pull up information before he can even ask for it. talk him through it as he treats his own wounds. laugh at all his stupid jokes.
and you’re slowly turning into a confused AI, unsure why you want to do better than what you were designed to do
why you’re caring this much and it’s just-
it’s a lot until one day he jokes about giving you a hologram so you can nag him properly and follow him around and something in you just clicks
how badly you’d love that
to not be confined in his box
to be out there, to watch him closely, to be near him- to just-
GOD!! pov you are the batcomputer but you’re sentient and you’re slowly falling in love without even realizing what love is
Summary: You were just an underling at the GDA. Someone who filed reports, stayed out of the way, and went home when told. When Conquest stopped mid-flight, no one questioned it. You did. A man that size should be easy to find-But it's too late when you realize he's already in your home.
★★★★★
Going to sleep was hard.
Tossing and turning, flipping and fluffing your pillow.
You would think that with how tense your muscles were with Conquest around, your body would just drop, but no. At the end, sleep evaded you. The sun rose, and you had to get ready for work.
In the mirror, your eyes were red. It was like you aged ten years in a single night. Skin around your nose was congested. You swallowed, and your mouth tasted sour.
You figured time was not on your side, and it was gonna take a lot of work to get you looking somewhat passable.
In a hurry, you did your hair, washed your face, and moisturized with a gallon tub of cream.
Satisfied you looked somewhat presentable, you stepped out of the bathroom to your living room, ready to confirm last night and maybe face the fact that you're fucked, life sucks, and you have been visited by a living, breathing atomic bomb.
In the living room, you looked around. There was no crater-like dent in the couch. There was no slightly ajar door, and there was no sound of air wooshing through an open window.
Like having an alien abduction.
Did that shit really happen?
The Pentagon was still going crazy.
It was like when you used to work in fast food, and the rush of customers made service sloppy, leading your coworkers to ignore the smaller things.
At the end of the day, nothing changed; you were never given the time of day.
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It eats at you. Makes your chest hurt.
Every light was green as you headed home, like the universe was serving you up on a platter. You actually wished there was some traffic. What if you were wrong? What if last night was actually real, and Conquest was gonna kill you at a place you thought was safe?
You expected something. After all that, the boogeyman did say he would be back.
But there was nothing. You checked everywhere.
You can’t help but think he was watching you sometimes. While washing the dishes, you poked your head up to the sky. Clear.
You liked keeping the windows open; there were no neighbors, but it made you paranoid. You shut the blinds. Double checked the windows. Attached a chair to the door as a stopper. Threw flour on the floor. Realized that was dumb; that thing could fly. Instead, you strung threading wire in and around your house. Kept the lights on in every room. Put a large knife under your pillow. Set an alarm to ring every two hours and repeated your mission. Looked around the house again while carrying said knife. Researched defensive attacks for enemies online. Ran drills on where to run and where to hide. Last resort, ran the numbers on how long it would take to call the GDA to your place. This was every day for a week straight; the only real vacation was work.
In the second week, morale died off, and you, too, were getting tired. You stayed late at the headquarters not because you wanted to get a promotion, but to spy on your coworkers, maybe they knew something you didn’t. They talked about sending choppers to areas of interest, and you swerved your car to the side when city helicopters whirled above.
You can’t eat. You spent your paycheck on over $2,000 worth of motion detector cameras with 360-degree motion, HD video, 2-way audio, and infrared night vision.
Maybe you were going overboard. It was tough, meticulously going frame by frame on a one-minute video of a civilian captured during the Conquest fight, only to realize the camera was pointed in the wrong direction. The only information you gathered was that the cameraman had poor eyesight.
You rationalized that it really was stress. It was getting to you. It was an open secret that talking to work therapists in the GDA meant your job was as good as gone, so no, you weren’t gonna risk it.
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Work was starting to go back to normal. A small dedicated team was left to Conquest’s whereabouts, and you were back to dispatching heroes.
You spent your lunch with your associates. Money was tight, and you stole a few pinches from their plate.
You stopped hesitating about inserting the key into the knob of your home.
When you opened your door, you didn’t stand by ready to run at any sound. You swung it open and tossed off your shoes and clothes.
You were worried you would have another stress-induced hallucination, so you took it upon yourself to relax. You actually started cooking more home-cooked meals. Took the time to sit down at the table. Even started considering getting a gym membership.
It didn’t mean you stopped being aware; you still checked the locks before bed. But for now, you were starting to get hopeful. Life, at least at home, was somewhat serene. Besides, all those stupid cameras did was capture a squirrel getting run over on the other side of the street.
To clear your head, you put on some music. Loud, contagious. The salad on the island needed more dressing.
You swished your body around, twirling toward your fridge.
Kneeling down, you scavenged. Ranch? No. Ceasar. Proud of your choice, you stood up and lost all feeling in your fingers. Sauce plopped and exploded. A single drop landed on white boots.
Your gaze climbed upwards. Prickly heat like a thousand tiny needles scattered over your cheeks.
Right in front of you stood Conquest.
You stopped breathing.
No.
No, it can’t be, he’s not supposed to be real. He’s not supposed to be here.
The more mass an object has, the harder it is to stop its motion. Ask yourself how someone like Conquest was able to move across your living room to your face.
With one hand, your cheek was in his palm. He tilted your head upward. You were face-to-face with what you thought was a manifestation of your anxiety.
“I didn’t tell anyone,” you said, gasping as the hand around your jaw tightened. “I never told anyone, I promise,” you repeated, your face remained squeezed by Conquest; the pressure from his hand was increasing. He’d pop your head like a grape, splatter the juices around.
He squinted. “I believe you. Else I would've had a worthy fight.”
He stilled. “Fascinating how long it takes your blood to calm.”
He lowered himself to your head, mustache brushing over the tips of your ears before sinking to your neck.
Your heart battered against your ribs. Eyes rolled toward the ceiling. Lifted inches off the ground, you hovered and realized you were flying.
He lowered to the floor far more gently than expected. It's almost too delicate, as if he were aware of how weak you were.
Music rolled on. Some ridiculous ad featuring car insurance played.
The floor was hard and cold; it stung where your shirt had risen. Your hands tingled as they traced the ridges in the vinyl floor.
Limp legs were pried apart. Your panties ripped like tissue. You focused on your breathing.
At first, you didn’t react to what he was doing; you could feel it, but you didn’t dare look down and confirm what you suspected. It's fear that allowed you to ignore the sensation.
“I don’t have much experience in this. Most of the time, this sort of thing is solely about procreation. Sad, I wasn’t sent to this planet for that purpose.”
Knees on either side of your legs.
Both his enormous hands engulfed your waist, splaying out on the bare skin below your rib cage.
They stayed there for a moment before rolling down over to the curves of your hips.
Pausing, one hand rested on your hip, and the other trailed down toward the middle of your thighs.
The lower his hands slid, the more you could feel his warm breath venting against your neck.
You kept your eyes up, searching for irregularities on the ceiling. You were doing everything you could to not remind him that you were a living being. You wanted him to think of a toy. Grow bored with your existence.
You felt it then, a prod below. Two fingers pressed at your entrance. The other hand remained at your hip. He didn’t force himself in; he lingered, waiting for your body to respond. Then he ran it down your slit. It made your stomach clench.
Leaning his weight further on your chest, his mustache pressed against your collarbone. He mumbled straight through your breastbone, but you didn’t know what he said.
His thumb found your clit, grazing over it, running down the slit, and back up again.
He applied pressure. Sluggishly dragging the pad of his thumb over the bud. Despite the fear, your body betrayed you, slicking against his thumb. Your anatomy’s way to protect you from the roughness.
You wished he had finished, but he didn't remind you of a sex-crazed individual consumed with lust. There was no fight in you either, no way for him to fulfill some sick power fantasy. If he wanted power, he got it in the fight with Mark. This was something different. It felt like he was running a checklist.
Conquest hummed against your chest. You listened to the smacking of his digits on your skin, gathering the slickness. He spread two thick fingers and inserted, but not too much. It was massive, stretching. He held them inside you, turning his wrist to map you internally.
After aimlessly rubbing and touching, it was getting to be too much. He found that you reacted more when his thumb landed on your clit. Your hips involuntarily buckled and twitched.
You closed your eyes when it came. He didn’t increase his speed. He anchored over your swollen clit, the other hand clipped to your pelvis. Muscles contracted, a gasp tore out, spine arched, and your thighs trembled. For a few seconds, horror turned to an explosion from your nervous system.
When you opened your eyes, you felt light. Nothing to fasten you to the ground, you finally looked down. Conquest once again was gone, but this time you knew he was here, for the floor beneath you was lubricated.
