Simple Man
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Conquest x m!reader
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ/ᴀꜱᴋ: "It doesn't really matter what you do or say, I'm never going anywhere anyway" "Just tell me I am yours"Jealousy/possessiveness
Conquest seem dot me like an obsessive lover because he hasn't felt love properly since birth. Him with a sweet and loving male reader that helps him through his problems and reassures him constantly
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: jealousy, possessiveness, swearing, 18+ Kontent
Conquest had always been very, very protective of you since he had met you; you were the first being in the entire universe who had shown him affection and kindness and compassion and a gentle hand with an understanding heart. You were a simple man, you lived a simple life that most Viltrumites would have scoffed at and scorned, but Conquest adored it.
It was mundane and innocent to him; the closest thing he had gotten to violence when he was with you was that time that he had accidentally smashed a vase.
A simple man with a simple life, and he seemed to fit into it well enough.
Gone were his days of never ending melancholy, gone were his days of being alone all the time; every night, he fell asleep with you next to him, and he spent a while watching over you before he eventually settled down himself.
Often, he found himself waking up hours before you, and walked around the house just to be sure that nothing was lurking in the shadows waiting to hurt you. More often, he did it in the morning as well.
He didn't want anything or anyone to take you away from him; you had given him friendship and romance and everything between. People smiled at him on the street, greeted him warmly, he had friends and people generally quite liked him; eccentric, and a little odd, but they figured that he was harmless.
Just another man who wanted to be left in peace and quiet, nothing too unusual. Nothing unjustified.
Every Saturday, Conquest went to get flowers for you, as he had learned from the films you liked that, to be a good partner, he needed to get you flowers; he got you yellow daffodils every week, fresh from the florist who always smiled warmly and knew exactly what he wanted.
Every Tuesday, he went out to get you coffee from the little shop around the corner; he knew your order well, and liked the way that you smiled when he brought it to you right as you were getting up.
He knew your routines; you would wake up, check your phone for a bit, go for a cigarette, have a coffee, and go about doing whatever needed doing here and there throughout the day; at two in the afternoon, you would pause for a meal, then go back to doing what needed doing.
At six, you would stop for good, and sit at the kitchen table with him for tea before snuggling up on the sofa and watching something on the television for a while. Finally, you would shower, get your pyjamas on, and snuggle into bed with him.
It was simple and it was easy, and Conquest liked that.
His prosthetic had long been replaced thanks to a friend of his who knew about Viltrumites; she was a Martian, Conquest came to find out, and although their relationship had started out rocky, she was his best friend in the world besides you, and helped him with understanding humans as well as getting a prosthetic that was built for being a simple man instead of a weapon.
She was, in fact, the very person who had told him that you were flirting with him to begin with, and she along with her wife helped him to figure out how humans courted.
The simple man with the simple life was perfect for him, and he would have done anything to protect both that life and especially you.
It was rare, but sometimes you went together on what you told him was a date night, and he always allowed you to pick the place and the time.
Tonight had been one of those rare nights, and although Conquest was having a nice time, he froze; beneath the blue and red lights, with "Purple Rain" by Prince playing loud enough that he couldn't hear himself think, you looked amazing.
It took his breath away as he looked at you, standing and waiting for the drinks at the bar, and he couldn't help the way that his expression softened, and a lump formed in his throat; it was the exact same thing that had happened when you first kissed him and again when you first snuggled into him whilst you slept.
His heart pounded, and when you caught him staring, you grinned, and waved at him; it only made things worse, his stomach was fluttering and he suddenly felt hot under his collar and he didn't understand it or know what it was, but he knew he liked it anyway, and quickly asked someone what the song was, wanting to play it endlessly just to think about how you looked a moment ago.
It was suddenly his favourite song.
But in the moments that he had taken his eye off of you, a stranger had approached at the bar, and was smiling and laughing with you, and Conquest knew that he had to step in; he gently placed his hand on your lower back, trying to remember what he used to be despite the way that you immediately flashed him a reassuring smile and leaned into the touch. For a second, his resolve almost cracked, until he remembered what was at stake.
He waited for you to turn around and grab the drinks, when he loomed over the stranger, and curled his lip into a threatening snarl. "He's mine. Only mine. Look at him again, worm, and I will destroy your entire skeleton. Piece by piece, until I rip your head off with your spine connected to it."
The stranger went wide eyed, and suddenly dashed away after a shake of the head and a stuttered apology; you turned around, looked at how tense Conquest was, and sighed.
You took him outside into the smoking area where it was quieter, letting him trap you between his body and the cool, damp, brick wall as you rolled your eyes so fondly and hoped that he wouldn't knock over the drinks when you put them next to his feet.
"Carl, what did you do?"
"I can't let anyone take you away from me," he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. "I can't let anyone hurt you."
You smiled, taking a long drag from your cigarette before you softly kissed him. "Nobody's going to take me away from you, and nobody's going to hurt me. I'm safe, I promise."
"I-"
"Carl," you put your hand on his chest, and he suddenly felt like it was going to burst from his chest. "It doesn't really matter what you do or say, I'm never going anywhere anyway, and I'm certainly not letting someone take me from you."
His brows lifted slightly as he flashed you the puppy dog eyes. "Just tell me I am yours. Tell me you won't go away."
"I promise," you told him so softly that it made his chest ache. "You're mine for as long as I'm yours. You've come such a long way, do you know how proud of you I am?"
Conquest froze. Biting the inside of his lip just to know that he was not dreaming. You were proud of him, and for whatever reason, that meant more to him than anything else he had ever heard.
"Proud?"
"Very," you nodded. "When we first met, you had an awful temper, and you hated everything... now look at you... did you... you didn't expect me to tell you off for being jealous, did you?"
He didn't answer, and you grinned.
"Oh, Carl," you tutted, lifting yourself up against the wall enough to rest your legs around his waist. He was quick to support you with one arm. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Of course," Conquest breathed out.
You leaned in close, flicking the cigarette aside so you could whisper in his ear, clinging to his broad shoulders. "It's kinda hot when you're jealous... really revs my engine... maybe I should flirt with people, if this is how you're gonna act."
He perked up a little at that, gently pressing you into the wall as he let out a shaky breath. "Don't you dare. You are mine. Only mine. Always mine."
You laughed under your breath, trailing a hand down his chest and humming. "Why don't you prove it?"
His eyes went wide as he nodded, kissing you hard enough that you thought your mouth was going to bruise.
