Request: If it makes you feel better, we can do a regular magical girl!Sister reader? I kind of want Reader to be mean in she in magical girl form. (Invincible x)
!!Wc: 3,3k!!
!!Warnings: Chaotic reader bla bla arrogant reader, crack fic and absurdist comedy!!
A.n: @mossgirlooooo I know you've been waiting patiently for a long timee, I hope you like it <3 / Header by me, please do not use without permission!
It could be thought that you hated your brother Mark. Especially because of your constant yapping about him being a selfish, stupid, thoughtless thing in the middle of every conflict.
But there was something people just didn't want to understand, you were just like that too. More like on the visible side of the iceberg, you seemed calm and gentle like him but you weren't like that at all. You weren't that person in the identity you hid from society.
As always, you were pulled away from a dream you wouldn't really remember by the sound of your alarm coming from afar. While your eyes opened lazily, they searched for the clock by your bedside.
The bad news was, you were late for school. The good news was, you were actually late for school. This meant not seeing the faces of those damn teachers and a day where your brother and the carrot shoved up his asshole didn't follow you around.
"Ahhh, thanks for a beautiful day to whoever is up there," you said while stretching in bed and getting up quickly. And of course, to greet a beautiful morning in the best way possible, a cold shower could not be skipped.
Without worrying about your messy state, you grabbed the pitcher by your bedside and filled your glass with water. You drank the water in a single gulp while walking out of your room toward the bathroom.
Your mom's voice wasn't coming out, which meant she wasn't home. And you, using the freedom in the house to the fullest,left the door open. You decided to sit on the toilet and watch some reels. After all you weren't in much of a hurry.
But someone else was. Especially an old emo whose name started with C. You didn't open it, you didn't want anyone to hear you peeing. Homever Cecil was calling persistently, which confirmed your thoughts. First, Cecil didn't trust Mark but if he had to choose between him or you, he would stick to Mark. Second,this was Cecil; if his ass was in a tight spot, he would call you like he was calling his kid sitting in the corner of the park.
Instead of answering his call, you sent a message. Of course he replied instantly. Or rather he just cut it short. You looked at the coordinates reflecting inside your eyes. At least he could have sent a proper message.
"Hah, I'm sure it's not even anything important," you said as you went back to reels. You weren't really eager to rush.
Not giving your focus to the screen in front of you, you slowly lifted your head toward the wall. A seed of doubt had fallen inside you. "Could he be having a heart attack on the way or something?.."
Laughing quickly at your own thought, you answered as if you were someone else. "Hahh no, no. That's Cecil Stedman. He has that teleportation he uses constantly that costs 7 million dollars as if it's nothing."
Back when you faced your father, Cecil had suddenly teleported away during the incoming attack, causing you who was behind him, to taste the incoming punch. A shiver passed through you; that had really hurt. "Anyway if he dies, at least I'll go to his funeral."
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You were messing around with your fingers intertwined. Your eyes with the most judging exhaustion, were looking at the press in front of you—while Cecil sat next to you, answering the directed questions.
Without looking at him you said in a low voice, "I can't believe I made the stupid mistake of taking pity and rushing to your side—what a fucking situation."
Even though Cecil heard you, he didn't break his composure. Honestly your words sounded quite normal right now—especially with your magician version constantly bouncing one foot under the table, it was completely normal.
When your spells weren't active, you were quite polite. Thoughtful, helpful and soft-spoken as velvet. And when you used your powers, everything turned upside down. This spent its time insulting the decisions you made in your other version—and then cursing at those around you.
"Alright, does anyone have any questions?"with Cecil's words and everyone in the room raising their hands, you returned to the matter at hand. Of course,Cecil would pick the most sensible-looking person and direct a boring question at you.
As for you, you didn't have the precious patience to deal with any of this.
You lifted your chin slightly toward the youngest and most inexperienced looking reporter among them. Cecil gave you a brief glance—he looked a bit bothered by you interfering in this. Well what can you say, you lived for these moments anyway. With a little bit of enjoyment creeping in, you leaned back in your chair—your fingers smoothing the skirts of your sparkly dress.
The young reporter stood up before even digesting the shock of being picked. "It is said that the Flaxan army from a long time ago will return—is this true?"
You and Cecil glanced sideways at each other at the same time. What the fuck kind of a question was this, you thought to yourself; on the other hand Cecil was thinking, oh god please don't say something stupid.
"Who is saying that?"" you said, shifting slightly in your position.
The young man answered, stuttering from his excitement, "According to rumors from certain experts—"
One of your eyes narrowed questioningly. "Are you taking men seriously who can't keep their hands busy with anything other than jerking off?" you remained there with your lips slightly parted in a dismissive expression.
Cecil let out a muffled cough and immediately reached for his water next to him. You focused for a moment on the movement of his throat as he drank loudly—while another woman, taking advantage of the young reporter's shock at your answer, pushed the topic forward. "Magi Girl, what is your strategy against this army that has threatened to invade the world?"
With your head shaking slightly in an unsteady manner, you huffed to show you were bored and slowly turned your gaze toward the woman. Then you leaned forward resting your elbows on the table in a heavy, deliberate way.
The microphone stabbed your arrogant voice into every single soul in the room. "Strategy? I'm going to smash those ugly creatures wrinkled faces flat with my pink wand. I'm calling out to them from here—I'm going shopping on saturday fuckers, so if you don't want to meet worse consequences, don't you dare try to attack on that day. Come on friday—let me finish your business in 5 minutes."
Turning to Cecil's piercing glare—which looked like it was digging a hole in your head—you gave him a cool wink. The press, meanwhile, had filled up again with noise and the clicking of cameras. Everything seemed under your control,almost.
Of course some disruptions occurred,a sweaty balding man in the middle of the crowd suddenly stood up. He rolled his tongue in a tone close to your previous arrogant manner. "The success of your father, Omni Man was the only factor that completely solved the last invasion. His son Invincible, was the next power after him—so where were you during this time?"
Your jaw tightened for a split second, but you immediately brushed it off your face. "Are you asking why Flaxan blood didn't splatter on my skirt while the old man and my brother went out and handled an entire army?"
While pointing and shaking your finger back and forth at the man, you snapped your fingers noticeably. "While ostriches like you were staring pitifully at the sky just for a single footage, doing absolutely jack shit—who did you think was saving the civilians? But no, the only thing that matters to you is flashy news, right."
Spreading your hands glamorously in the air, you visualized the imaginary headline in your head. "Omni Man and his successor save the world from terrorist aliens!"
"You got the topic wrong—"
"We know what the fuck we're talking about here." you slammed your hand onto the table. Cecil completely unfazed, had already picked up his glass beforehand to prevent it from spilling. Then he placed it back on the surface and crossed his hands. He really didn't have the energy to deal with you.
"Your problem isn't finding a real hero. You can fool society, but never me," you also pointed your thumb at the man next to you who wished he could just vanish. "Or this man. Right, Cecil?"
Without looking at you, he leaned into his microphone and addressed the press. "The briefing is over, Magi Girl has other projects she needs to attend to."
You crinkled your nose, stating loudly, "Exactly! Before you freaks get the fuck out of my presence, know this if you're looking for a real hero, look at my outfit and my wand, the rest are just muscle-heads."
While Cecil shot you a glaring look, your words caused a massive reaction. The crowd was heatedly trying to make themselves heard, stepping all over each other's words. Meanwhile you and Cecil were already close together, starting to argue.
"Damn it, how many times have I told you to watch that tongue of yours!" you gave Cecil a bored smile. "Who cares about my tongue, people are already used to my true self. I wish you would accept it a little too so we could focus on the future, big guy."
Cecil looked like he was about to have a literal nervous breakdown. Mark would always annoy him, but in the end they could compromise and de-escalate the situation somehow. But stopping you was impossible. You were like a runaway stop sign with legs. "People being used to that tongue of yours doesn't mean they aren't twisting your words. Listen to me carefully, next time—"
"What the fuck do you even do, you pink whore!"with the voice coming from the crowd, your fight stopped. For a moment Cecil's hand hung in the air, opening and closing as he didn't know what to do—ultimately pinching his eyelids with his fingers,while you turned your head with a slowness that felt like a century toward the press that had fallen silent.
You scanned the crowd with dull eyes. "Who said that." you hadn't asked you demanded.
This must be what they call reckless bravery—believing he wouldn't get caught in the crowd same man threw another insult. "It seems like the dildos you shoved in this morning weren't enough for you—you're just standing there braying as horny as a bull."
Your head, which was looking at another corner of the room, snapped toward the sound. Your lips curled into a ready growl,your eyes flashing fire. Of course you had caught the owner of the disgusting mouth directed at you. No other expression could be read from your gaze.
You threw the microphone in front of you to the side. As it bounced on the floor, a sickening screech echoed through the room. Cecil slowly leaned back in his chair, watching with wide eyes. "Get the fuck out of here," you said as you stood up.
There was only madness in your eyes.
You flipped the table in front of you to the floor as if it were nothing. You walked toward the press member with your jaw clenched tight. "Get the fuck out of here, man!"
The words filled the room, making the air thin and hard to breathe. Your sudden outburst had created a moment of stillness—but immediately after the sound of flashing cameras and shouting voices filled the room.
Of course, they were going to turn this into a news source too. Society loved bringing a hero down just as much as they loved praising one.
After giving the man one final lethal look, you walked toward the exit without caring.
The moment you stepped through the door, the room let out a heavy breath. Still no one stepped up to open their mouth and say a word. Even Cecil just sat there in silence. While they were trying to shake off the effect of the shock, you walked back into the room swinging your arms by your sides like a rowdy.
"Excuse me, there was something I forgot." In a polite tone twirling the wand between your fingers and pointing it towards the crowd.
"Cunt louse." with the words you spoke like a magic spell, a crimson beam shooting out of your wand hit the target. While people screamed and instinctively threw themselves to the floor and ducked, you were already looking at the little thing in front of you—your lips curled in a sadistic manner.
You had turned that reporter into a human faced cockroach the size of a mouse.
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"If you got a problem, then it's your fucking problem."
Without listening much to the panicked word vomit Eve was spitting out, you snapped back with the phrase. It had been an incredibly exhausting week—not to mention Cecil looking at you as if he was about to drop all his principles and beat you with a bat.
And here you were dealing with another mindset you absolutely loathed. "Alright, where is he?"
"Who?" you said lifting your eyebrows slightly, leaning your hip against the desk in front of you while sipping the coffee you had stolen from Cecil's office just a few minutes ago.
Eve looked a bit tense because you couldn't speak completely openly due to the people around. "Of course Invincible!" Raising her voice like that was even more boring than Cecil's coffee spreading across your palate.
"Oh him? My clone? Your little piston." you tilted your head expression crinkling with amusement.
"Wha—what the hell are you saying?" With a wicked grin on your lips, you mocked her mockingly. "W-what the hell are you saying?" you didn't even give Eve the chance to open her mouth and speak. "I guess you guys are just fucking around way too much. Girl, your brain is literally mushh! Until you got together with him,"
You brought two of your fingers close together in the air, leaving almost no space between them. "You had at least a bit of a mind. Now what's left is just completely turned to mush. So, sooo sad."
"Oh my god...Cecil. Tell her something."
Cecil, who had just entered the room, gave a brief side eye—while in the background only your wild laughter could be heard.
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"Ohohohooo and here I thought you were smart, you red prick." You soaked in him furious glare with a massive grin. "So, how much of a fucking idiot do you feel like right now? Come on, come on tell me."
"Don't worry, I won't snitch on you." You had caught Rex in another one of his so- called little flings. But you weren't the only one who had gained a secret. Earlier this week, he had also overheard some things he wasn't supposed to hear.
Specifically things Mark wouldn't like. But you were as relaxed as if you had just been hit by a gentle breeze rather than a threat. Shoving yourself right into Rex's space, blowing air into his face with a playful mood and then instantly turning into a dead serious expression,was something else entirely.
"Oh, you better do that or else I'll rip your damn balls off and castrate you."
"Wha—" you reached out to his cheek and patted it lightly. "Go on now, don't keep your harem waiting."
Despite the tension between you, Rex offered to take you out toward the middle of the day. Of course you accepted—you didn't want to stay with Cecil, who had sworn not to give you a single mission until you rotted away from boredom.
But before that dragging Rex along with you, you went to the laundromat near the agency. You had a few nice dresses left there—thanks to your dear brother getting overly emotional and hugging you despite the blood all over him.
"Everything of yours has shrunk, let's go this weekend and buy you some things." while examining yourself in front of the mirror out of boredom, you turned to Rex. You wanted to punch that expression on his face as he leaned against the wall, staring at you. "Finee let's go hand in hand but Mark has to come too."
After a terrible day—suppressing the urge to slap Mark—you joined the sweet family dinner. Though it was more like stuffing your face while suffocating between Oliver and his strange thoughts.
Despite the occasional glances and implied smiles Debbie threw your way, you didn't even bother getting out of your superhero uniform using a split second spell.
When you lifted your head from the steak you were chewing with your cheek stuffed, you met Mark's gaze. Your eyes darted to Oliver next to you, then back to Mark. You knew those eyes, that puppy look with those damn sparkling irises.
You forced yourself not to just get up from the table and leave. He was definitely either going to ask you for something or he was going to ask you for something.
"We're having a baby." Mark blurted out excitedly, squeezing Eve's hand next to him across the table.
"Congratulations," you said, maintaining your blank facial expression. Mark wasn't immediately affected by this—he probably thought you were just in shock from the excitement. "6 weeks along."
You watched out of the corner of your eye as Debbie happily clasped her hands together and left to go grab the camera. "Good fucking job to you both," you said the moment your mom was gone.
"Aren't you excited?" Mark asked, trying to keep the smile on his face with a slight look of surprise. He was completely disappointed, those puppy eyes were now clouding over with a bit of sadness. "Why? Am I the one who's going to pull the kid out of Eve's pussy?"
"Oh my god, Y/n." Debbie said as she walked into the room, staring at you in utter shock with warning eyes.
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"You use your spells in unnecessary ways." You stopped the dessert fork you were bringing to your mouth. Your eyes widened completely as you looked at Cecil.
Placing one hand on your chest, you spoke dramatically, "When did I ever do such a thing?" Cecil, however, looked back with a completely unfazed intensity, "When didn't you?"
You pulled your head back, letting your double chinshow. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you tried to remember the past days.
"Eat that shit!" you shouted as you suddenly grabbed the stop sign you created in the air with your magic, swinging it like a baseball bat at the ten meter tall, one eyed alien. With the blow it received, the giant which had been running on all fours, screamed and fell backward onto its ass.
With an excited giggle slipping from your lips you yelled, "Can you read what's written on it, you ugly creature? It says STOP, STOP! But I guess you don't know how to read and write!"
The creature screamed in pain and swung its claw at you—you quickly dodged it. Right after, you slammed the sign onto the monster's face with massive force. The shape of the sign literally printed itself onto the creature's head.
With the impact it took the creature crashed into the special, massive fountain built just this year behind it, turning it to dust. This brought a reaction from Mark, whose presence you had almost forgotten. "Hey! You're damaging government property, Cecil is going to be so mad about this!"
Pouting your lips, you made the sign in your hand vanish—scattering pink glitter around. "We pay taxes Mark, shut up and clean up this mess!"
Your focus snapped back to Cecil. "Every single accusation thrown at me is a lie."
Cecil raised his eyebrow at you as if to say really. "Because of your stubbornness, Mark is always the one writing the reports."
"Yeah, but that idiot can't even write properly with those glasses anyway."
Writing while listening to Three Days Grace was a mistake. And no, I did not have a drink.
