First time writing a fanfic and ofc it's gonna be about an Invincible Variant that is on screen for like barely 40 seconds. I'm venting in this fic so don't mind me. I'm very open to feedback.
Anyway, tw for violence and dubious consent.
You had the disease of a crush on Mark for years. You stole glances your heartbeat accelerating when he occasionally caught your eyes with his. You stuttered around him at the weirdest time, whether it be from his voice sounding good or his hair looking nice. The thoughts were unending about him, night, day, breakfast, lunch, and dinner were consumed by thoughts of him. For. Years. It made you feel ill; every time you saw him, it felt like another gut punch. You couldn't have him, and he didn't want you.
When he was with Eve it made you even worse off, the lovesick symptoms deepening. You wanted- needed- what you could never have. You had too much respect for both Eve and Mark to ever get in the way of that. Yet you wanted to, a deprived part of you wished to have Mark all to yourself. Steal him from Eve and never look back. You would keep him clutched in your arms and never let go. It could never happen. He wasn't interested in you, only seeing you as a training partner and Cecil's strongest dog. You needed a reason to get Mark out of your head, to stop the one-sided love maybe once and for all.
That's what you thought when stood beside Cecil the whole time Mark went on a rampage, even defending Cecil when Mark got too close. You were a non-human, not as strong as Mark but stronger than Immortal. You were just another fucked up experiment by the government. You could fly and hit harder than a truck, but your real trump card came from a strange ability. Every time you experienced pain an adrenaline rush would run rampant through the nervous system.
An electrocution of stimulation that drove you up a wall. You couldn't control it, it was wired so deeply into your being. It made fighting exhilarating, it was your goddamn drug. If you weren't in action and getting hit you'd bite your lips and make them bleed. Chew on your fingertips just to get that little bit of a high. Scientists couldn't explain it, calling it a fuck up. They couldn't fix it either like the useful people they are. Yet it remained something you used constantly, the amount of pain scaled with the amount of adrenaline you got. In fights your reactions were flawless after a hit, you could hear, smell, see, and move quicker. It made you feel invulnerable, more than once have you maimed yourself for hitting an opponent too hard. The pain comes seconds later. It's a reminder that even with adrenaline, your bones still break.
After the events that transpired with Cecil, Mark could only look at you with dimmed eyes that screamed betrayal and hurt. You remained Cecil's (dog) employee after that. Your feelings for Mark were so obvious to the old man, why you were defending him he couldn't fathom, but he'll call it a blessing anyway.
Mark didn't reach out, neither did you. You kept training, you kept getting hurt and high. Fights became a therapy that never worked. When Cecil gave you an assignment you were on it like stink on shit.
Even with your choice to stay by Cecil's side, you did not join The Guardians. They weren't your people and you felt no real connection to them. You remained polite when you worked with them, a thin smile gracing your features. They thought you were a youngster with sense, you thought you were a girl just trying to find peace.
When Mark was training under Cecil he was training with you, you couldn't compare to his strength as a whole but you could make him work for a win against you. It wasn't just Mark who got stronger from the training, you got stronger from it too. Not at the rate he did, but still, stronger.
Your strength had gone up 50% after Mark left, training and fighting were the only times you could not think about Mark. Yet it always came back to him. "Mark could have lifted this, Mark would have countered me for that attack, Mark would have laughed at that joke." The downward spiral would continue, toxic fumes running a cycle in your brain over and over. A release is not in sight. Not even close.
Sometimes you ran into him on missions, those once friendly eyes looking away from you in distrust. An acidic pull of dread was in your stomach after every encounter, because your plan was working. A rift was growing between the two of you, yet the feelings you had weren't disappearing. They were like some shitty leftovers no one wanted, even throwing them out would be a bother.
Confessing came to mind now and then, a whistle of sanity coming through your torn-up mind. Confessing was hard. Especially when it came after the Cecil situation, the rift, and Eve and Mark started dating. The time would never be right again.
You were going to carry these feelings, weight bearing down on you in full every day.
Cecil would never say it out loud, but you were part of the countermeasures against Mark. He never had to say it either, you never stopped training once you got going. A silent agreement between the two of you.
Every encounter with Mark leaves you feeling uneasy, even if it was just a glance. A domino effect that leads to you training late hours into the dark of the night. Stars twinkling at you like his dark brown eyes did when he laughed or had an idea. A feeling of dissatisfaction at the end of every session was something you had become accustomed to. Even when your muscles wouldn't give you any more, working them down to their limits. It was never enough. You wish your muscles gave you more time, the soreness was almost distracting.
Training never stopped and neither did your mind. Constantly thinking and conjuring up what-ifs, stuck in a ritual of depravity and longing.
No amount of training would ever prepare you for what was about to unfold on one seemingly normal day. Mark variants fucking everywhere, destroying everything. It'd be a wet dream if it wasn't for the collapse of cities, bridges, and mass murder all left in the wake of the Invincible variants. The destruction was nothing you'd ever seen before, cities looked like a tsunami and tornado ran through them at the same time. The sky turned smokey and ashy, once-bustling streets smeared with blood and rubble. Knowing where to go was impossible until you saw Oliver lying on the ground a little bruised, but he seemed like he wasn't badly injured. With widened eyes you flew down immediately to help him, the Invincible Variant wore a cowl over the top of his head, and half of him was covered in blood. A direct contrast to the blue in his costume. It had more blue than your Invincibles, but still maintained a great value of black. With no hesitation as the Invincible variant lifted the rubble, you kicked him in the back sending him flying and the piece of debris with him.
"GO FIND MARK!" you screeched at Oliver, picking up the kid by his ankle and throwing him into the sky similar to a baseball. Turning around immediately you don't even watch him fly off, eyes locking on to your future attacker. In utter surprise at your authority and actions, Oliver started flying away quickly to go find others to help. Startled by this whole fucked up situation and being thrown around.
The Invincible variant got back up and popped his neck moving it back and forth as his gait bouncily moved toward you. The bones cracked and creaked as the cords of his neck muscles stretched and flexed back and forth, shining red from blood. "Ahh Thanks. I think you fixed it." His voice was slightly more chipper compared to your Invincible, it was so close to his that you could only distinguish the two if you knew the original. He stopped bouncing on his feet and flew a foot off the ground, meandering over to you slowly. His voice dropped, "Now let's fix you."
Swallowing thickly from this weird show you just got, you got in a fighting stance, eyes locked onto his looming form.
He got bored of floating menacingly and dashed toward you so fast it was almost a blur and the fist that connected to your ribs had you gasping for air. The punch in the rib gave you such an adrenaline high you nearly desired to moan for it, except for the fact you had no air in your lungs and the pain always ended the high too soon, a sunny day ruined by an ice bucket.
With a choked grunt, you countered his attack with a kick into his side that sent him flying into an already half-collapsed building, and it only collapsed further on the variant with his impact. He wasn't dead, no Invincible could die that quick. Mark would never die that easily.
Every second that ticked by was a second spent getting air back into your lungs. Your adrenaline was already wearing off, and deciding not to stay on the ground you flew upwards looking down like a hawk on the prowl for its next meal. Trying to spot its meal though, as you couldn't see the variant.
And then he came out of the rubble like a bullet, hot and ready to kill. He got a little higher in the air from you. "This will be fun." He cockily announced as he smiled at you before projecting himself in your direction fist forward ready to connect with your face, you blocked it with your forearms but were sent flying downwards. A shockwave of wind produced from the hit sent dust and small debris away in a small plume. You caught yourself with flight before you hit the ground but the Invincible variant was already there with a right hook connecting to your face. Fuck he was fast.
You growled in pain and punched him off of you, he caught himself quicker than you did his teeth glinting at you in a challenging smile.
With an adrenaline charge, you flew to him quickly and grabbed his left leg grabbing the muscle as hard as you could and throwing him face-down into the ground. Dirt floating upward like pollen in spring from the impact. Panting you flew downward to meet him on the ground punching him while he was already down. He chuckled at you sinisterly before he grabbed one of your arms and slung you off of him like trash. "I like this version of you much better, you are so... lively and fun." The deviant licked his bleeding lip and again rushed you with flight, you went to meet him with a punch but he grabbed your fist and slung you around his back into the ground.
Your back creaked in pain, arm straining under his hold. He could break your arm right now, he should be able to but he isn't. Cause he's fucking playing with you and messing around, not taking a single bit of seriously.
"Fuck off, I'm not her." You defiantly shoot back, your face scrunched up in contempt at the thought of how he treated 'other' you.
Anger bubbled in your veins, adrenaline amping every feeling up tenfold. This is a game to him. You dug your fingers into the ground and shot up into the variant's body like a rocket punching the variant over and over his face becoming a blur with how fast your fists were moving. Each blow connects with flawless execution.
You were even starting to leave Earth's atmosphere at the rate of speed you two were going. The stars are more than visible, hell you could even see the moon, bright and light grey. His goggles cracked underneath your punches the shards scattering into the sky. Revealing those eyes.
"Is that it?" Was all the variant said as he punched you in the jaw sending you away from him. His eyes were just like Mark's, so brown and beautiful. Even if he looked insane with a bloodied lip and nose, his eyes were crazed for a fight.
Another adrenaline rush flooded your body as you tried to ignore his eyes and how disturbingly close he looked to Mark. Yet you hesitated for a moment, the familiarity not lost on you.
He went to swing again at your face with his whole body, only dodging the hit narrowly due to adrenaline. "Not even close fraud," you reply to the Mark in front of you, anger etched on your features. You kicked him in the back for his missed punch sending him back down to Earth looking like he was just rejected from heaven.
You clutch your body together like a spring and go ramrod straight releasing the tension, soaring after him at mach reallyfuckingfast.
The variant's form was lost in the thick fluffiness of the clouds, stomach gnawing at you in dread. You kept flying anyway, disappearing into the depth of white.
You couldn't see anything the white depths of the clouds emerging from them quickly, a second too late you react to the variant coming from your left a punch connects to your jaw and then your nose simultaneously.
"Lost me?" his voice laced with arrogance. You couldn't reply.
The punch ricocheted down your whole body, there was a second of the impact where you remained in your spot before your body rag-dolled in the opposite direction of the punch and across the sky. A boom echoed from the hit. Blood came out of your nose leaving a trail of red droplets behind.
Everything slowed down for a short moment, you could feel the adrenaline getting ready to enter and shock your system, the sky from this high was unbothered by all the fire taking on a natural yellow-orangish hue, and the pain from your nose stopped.
Adrenaline brought you back to reality like someone just put you in icey water, a black and blue figure coming at you in a blur.
Waiting, you let him get closer and closer, letting him think you were still just rolling in the air.
His speed increased as he was right at the end of your legs hand reaching out to grab your left ankle. You curled your knee inwards and stopped mid-air.
He slammed his nose right into your knee, a noise of surprise escaping him as blood splattered over your knee. The impact sent him flipping backward in the sky, he uprighted himself immediately. You both panted like dogs and stared at each other with bloodied noses and narrowed eyes that screamed 'I'm gonna kill you.'
"You're so dead for that," the variant feeling the need to speak what his eyes said into words.
Growling you both surged forward and met each other in the middle throwing fists and kicks in a flurry of violence. Bruises sprouting on your bodies like painful flowers. Adrenaline working overtime in your system fists hitting harder and harder. A knuckle broke on your left hand from the impact on his collarbone.
The variant retaliated with a swoop of his fist into your stomach, even with adrenaline in your body you curled over in pain. It was all starting to hurt so fucking bad.
"I get to fix you this time." He mischievously declared. Looking down at you with a grin that screamed trouble. Your head turned to him too late catching a glimpse of a sick smile as he balled both of his fists together and slammed them down on your back. Your spine cracked loudly, it didn't feel broken yet. The hit sent you spiraling down to Earth the wind piercing your ears.
Your back hit the ground first, the ground engulfing your body in a crator from the impact.
Tremors erupted around your body, muscles shaking in misery and exhaustion. Adrenaline started seeping into your veins like venom, making your body shake worse and tears stream down your eyes. A pained wail left your mouth voice warbly.
Where the fuck was Cecil? You serve and help him and the thanks you get is being a disposable chew toy for an Invincible variant. Fucking fantastic work benefits.
Your time to think is cut short by the cowl variant of Invincible landing as dramatic as possible. Dust flew up everywhere and all over your body in the crater carved out by the impact. The dirt sticking to your blood.
He laughs maniacally as he walks over, each step toward you a tick on the timer of your awaiting demise. "Did you ever really think you were gonna beat me, comeeee onnn. You are you and I'm me! You never stood a chance." His voice sounds innocent as if it was a normal Tuesday and he was a cocky athlete. But it was Mark's voice. It was soothing if you think of it as your Mark's voice, a dull comfort.
He tsked at your silence flying down into the crater, unbothered by your pained glare and bared teeth.
A yelp escaped you as you tried to kick him but he stayed out of your range. You went to kick at him again and he dodged it, he jutted forward and grabbed your neck in a grip that had his knuckles whitening.
You choked trying to gasp in any air. "I like it when you look weak like this. Not that you were ever strong." He leaned forward as he spoke, right in your ear and you shivered feeling more adrenaline rush through your body but his voice was just like Marks. He felt so familiar it had you thinking about some of the riskier positions you and Mark had while training.
You're about to die and you think about Mark. You're fried. It's more peaceful this way at least.
"To be honest, you put up a much better fight than my version of you. Still wasn't enough though." He ended his sentence in a sing-song voice, mocking you with no regard. A half-hearted compliment meant to insult. It had no effect.
His grip didn't let up and you kept squirming clawing and grabbing at his hand. "Got anything interesting to say before you die?" Your face is red from the lack of blood flow, choking and gasping for anything. As if taking pity on you he loosened his grip by a fraction. Giving you barely enough room to talk freely.
Delirium, delirium has to be the cause of what comes out of your mouth next. "I would've given you everything Mark. My body, soul, and heart..." You coughed and sputtered the words out hurriedly. Blood specs sprinkling from every cough and sputter. "I'm sorry I could never tell you, and I'm sorry I was never good enough," tears fell at your confession to this strange Mark, but you weren't dying with these words unsaid. You weren't dying without feeling the peace of these carried feelings being lifted. Even if this confession was your final words, you'd die happy with that. "I've always wanted you, couldn't even think about anyone else. They'd never... Compare." The cowl variant of Mark listened quietly observing you like some freak experiment.
His hold didn't waver but his focus was solely on you his pupils dilating. His body leaned into you. When you stopped speaking for a moment to breathe he squeezed your neck, his voice breathey "Keep talking." It could almost sound like a plead if it wasn't laced with the threat of his hand around your throat. His body felt hot, hotter at least. He was close- too close for your scrambled brain.
You gulped, he was getting something from this, whatever the hell that was. Fuck it, you don't care. "I only went to college because you did, my main goal was to just be near you. When you dropped out, I did too. College was a waste of time if you weren't there." The adrenaline was starting to wear off again and you truly sounded insane and love-sick. You hoped he killed you soon. "I was always so jealous of Eve, I wanted to be in her place so badly. I wanted to be your rock and your everything. If you asked me to kill someone for you I would have." A sob broke out of you, and so many oppressed emotions came flooding forward. "When I chose Cecil over you I... I wanted to end it. I wanted to end this disease of a crush."
You closed your eyes and just sighed shakily, the hand around your neck at this point felt like it was grounding you more than restraining you. Had it loosened? You don't care. "It didn't work nothing ever fucking worked to make me forget you and at this point..." You sniffled, "I've accepted that I love you." You looked toward the variant as you said the last bit, this would probably be your last moment of ever seeing or feeling a glimpse of the Mark you knew. It felt almost poetic to die at his hands, with his eyes boring holes into you. There was a faint twinkle in this variant's eyes, a remnant of Mark. A good Mark maybe.
You expected death, but it never came. No grotesque snap of your neck, no beheading, and no strangling. Something felt wrong, eyes widening and breath quickening, adrenaline coming into your body naturally. When you started to pay attention to the variant he seemed to be thinking, his grip tightening and untightening on your neck. Thumb tracing your pulse. Tensing you expected anything, a punch, a slice, anything violent. Your breath held in anticipation.
Then he just suddenly kissed you, you gasped and tried to move away but his grip didn't waver and all he did was shove his tongue into your mouth when it opened. An oomph noise left you as he continued to kiss you and dominate your mouth completely. His tongue ran over every tooth and gum. He pressed further into you to jab his tongue deeper into the depths of your mouth. You brought your hands up to push him away but he countered you and brought your wrists together pulling them to the side. Everything felt so uncomfortable. Yet it was Mark, the muscles, the mouth, the body, the warmth, the eyes they were all his but also not his. Not your Mark. You bit his tongue roughly. It only got a chuckle from him.
You felt sick that you were even a centimeter aroused from this debauchery.
"You're so lucky I'm into desperate chicks." He nipped at your lip in appreciation. Licking at the blood dripping from your nose. A soft groan left him at the thick taste. You stared at him with contempt and awe, silently praying in your head this was all some fucked up dream.
He looked at you for a moment, you both just breathing and taking each other in. Maybe he came to his senses- was only a hopeful thought when you saw a demented toothy smile form on his handsome face.
Without warning he slammed his head into yours the thump reverberating in your skull and effectively knocking the lights out of you.
…so how much to get you to draw cowl/headcap mark (bonus cookies if he has his own helion…)
FREE BECAUSE I LOVE HIM
i like his bad attitude and bald charm. his superhero costume reminds me of wrestling singlets, so his Helions is also inspired by it…
headcap/cowl and chinstrap sounds like some kind of panty and stocking duo lol.. not 100% sure what to call this Helion, but I think they’re both in the mean jock category
