may i ask for general headcanons on the variants? have an amazing day !!
mark who acts like your guard dog, his invisible tail wagging as he watches you pick out apples at the grocery store. you don’t mind him trailing behind, as long as he pushes the cart full of heavy items— maskless, full mask, main, omni, shiesty, viltrume.
sleeps without pants or a shirt on, king of being fully naked while sleeping. doesn’t have any shame either, rather he pulls you close against his bare chest. you’ve complained multiple times to him about his chest, armpit, arm and leg hairs scratching your face while sleeping— omni, mohawk, sinister, shiesty, lensless, head cap/bald.
“damn/darn no more oranges, guess i’ll go to the store and pick some up. i’ll make their life a little easier by doing this”—omni, main, maskless, full mask, prisoner.
“man fuck them oranges, aye babe we don’t have any more oranges! theres no more food in the house!”—sinister, mohawk, shiesty, head cap/bald.
“we’re a non orange household”—lensless, viltrum.
huge soft spot for animals, a cat once sat in marks lap during his break in the park after he fought a kaiju. hasn’t moved in three hours, his phone died half an hour ago and he has no way of contacting you. eventually he realized after the clock striked ten the little cat wasn’t going to move, so he took her home with him. hope you’re not allergic to cats, mark doesn’t adopt her but the cat returns every few days—full mask, prisoner, shiesty (don’t tell anyone.)
struggled when it comes towards human interaction, emotions and anything related to communication. not the best but he attempts just for you, if not for you he would never learn how to feel his own emotions— omni, viltrum, lensless, sinister, mohawk (when it comes to learning about sympathy.)
strangely loves when you shove him down on to a couch or bed, taking what you want. whether or not it’s to cuddle, or claiming him as yours throughout the night. mark just asks if hes allowed to have his hands on your hips, makes him feel grounded and that your entirely real, not a hallucination— maskless, full mask, main, mohawk, shiesty, lensless, head cap/bald.
doesn’t understand playful banter, genuinely thinks you’re making fun of him whenever you try to play around. throughout the years, his humor grows extremely similar to yours, even cracking a few jokes— viltrum, omni, prisoner
enjoys snuggling himself on your body, his face is buried into your neck, stomach or chest. mark doesn’t care, he just wants to be as close to you as possible. if he could, you both would be one whole—mohawk, main, lensless, sinister, maskless, head cap/bald.
struggles with physical affection, was never shown anything close to the way you hold him. whenever you grasp his hand, leading him throughout the busy streets, marks mind always goes blank as he follows you. he’s more shocked when you don’t let go even if the streets are less crowded—omni, viltrum, shiesty, prisoner.
Mark and his variants reaction to reader saying "What if we did a threesome?"
I can picture some of them being jealous and insecure and trying to talk about it. And some, surprised.
Of course, here are your headcanons!!
Genre: Romantic relationship headcanons (x gn! Reader) 💕, SFW 🌿 (bonus is a little suggestive but nothing explicit)
Warnings: suggestive content, slight jealousy, second person pov
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How would Main Mark and the Invincible Variants (+ Head Cap Mark) react to Reader wanting to have a threesome?
Main Mark
He would feel really embarrassed, he didn’t think you were this… freaky. He’d try to hide his obvious embarrassment, but it would be difficult. (What you don’t know is that having a threesome was actually one of his sexual fantasies… but of course he never told you, afraid you’d think he was “weird.”)
The idea of inviting someone else to join in… he’s okay with it. To him, it’s just a fun moment for all of you, nothing serious like when it’s only you and him. Since you’re okay with it and he’s okay with it… what could be negative about it?
He’d agree to your request without making too big of a deal, not wanting to risk you discovering anything about his fantasies.
He has no preference about the gender of the third partner, he’s fine with anything.
If he ends up enjoying the experience, he’d gladly suggest doing it again, since it’s one of his fantasies anyway, it makes sense he’d want to repeat it.
Bonus: He identifies as a switch, but is definitely more of a sub. Most of the time he’s already submissive with you, and here he’d let you and the third member do whatever you want to him. That said, he does have his dom moments every now and then.
Maskless Mark
Hearing this proposal from you would surprise him, he wouldn’t expect you to ask him for something like that.
He had never thought about it before, mainly because he believed you weren’t interested in that kind of experience.
He’d think about it, but not for too long, since he was pretty neutral about the idea from the start.
Regarding the third partner, he’d stay neutral, though he would lean toward preferring a male.
If you were to insist, he’d accept your proposal, and if you both ended up enjoying it, he’d gladly do it again.
Bonus: Maskless Mark likes being dom during these encounters, focusing mainly on you more than the third partner, though he wouldn’t completely neglect the other person.
Sinister Mark
Sinister Mark doesn’t like sharing at all… let alone sharing you with someone else.
The idea of a threesome with you would never have crossed his mind, simply because he doesn’t want anyone else touching you the way he does.
At first, he wouldn’t even consider the proposal, but seeing you so enthusiastic, he’d eventually give in.
As for the third partner, he wouldn’t be too keen on sharing you with another guy, so he’d most likely prefer a girl.
The condition is that he has the most control over you and the most time with you.
Bonus: He absolutely has to be the dominant one, otherwise he wouldn’t go through with it. A threesome with him would basically mean he focuses entirely on you, completely neglecting the third person. If that third person dares to touch you, though, he has no problem teaching them a lesson.
Viltrumite Mark
Viltrumite Mark would initially be surprised by your idea. Since he still doesn’t fully understand human relationships, he might think making such a proposal is normal… but actually sharing you with someone else during intimacy? That part doesn’t sit well with him.
The way you talked about it, though, makes it sound “fun” and shows how much it interests you… so maybe he should give it a chance?
He’d still need some time to think it over, carefully considering whether letting you be with someone else is truly the right thing.
As for the third person, he’d lean toward a girl, but only if you’re okay with it, otherwise, he’d also accept a guy.
In the end, he’d agree, at least to try it out. If he didn’t enjoy the experience, he’d refuse to ever do it again.
Bonus: In this scenario, Viltrumite Mark would probably act as a switch with a top-leaning preference. He likes dominating, but he wouldn’t mind being submissive either... whether it’s to you, the third partner, or even both.
Mohawk Mark
Honestly? He had already thought about it for a while, the idea of having a threesome with you excites him...
…the only problem is that he’d have to share you with someone else, and that doesn’t sit well with him. For him, it’s definitely better to just imagine it, since in that case no one else would be touching you for real.
If you really insisted, though, he’d give in just to make you happy.
For the third member, he’d lean more toward a girl. He’s never had fantasies about sharing you with another guy.
If he ended up enjoying it, he’d bring it up again… but don’t forget, you’re his and no one else’s.
Bonus: He actually likes being the passive one. Mohawk Mark enjoys it when both you and the third partner take the active role throughout the whole encounter, though in a way he still wants you both to submit to him and show him respect. If he ever acted as a dom, it would only be with you, while neglecting the other partner.
Target Mark
A threesome? No, absolutely not, he’s not interested in that kind of things. Did you forget you’re in a relationship with him?
Although, honestly, the idea of finally proving to you once and for all that he’s definitely better doesn’t sound too bad… more like a lesson to show you who really knows how to treat you in every way, including in bed.
After days of you insisting, he’d eventually accept, but only to prove he’s the best.
He’d definitely prefer a girl as the third partner, but if that’s not possible, he still wouldn’t back out if it were a guy.
Even if he did end up enjoying it, he wouldn’t want to do it again.
Bonus: He’d be dominant, of course, and he’d also force the third partner to be dominant just for the satisfaction of showing you which one of them is better. They wouldn’t even give you a moment to try and do something yourself. (Most likely, Target Mark would constantly throw insults at the third person, pointing out whenever they do something he knows you don’t like or that doesn’t excite you.)
Head Cap Mark
This man is freaky, you can tell from miles away. Do you really think he hadn’t already considered having a threesome with you? He never asked only because he thought you wouldn’t like the idea.
He’s already had some experiences like this in the past and would love to repeat them with you.
He doesn’t care if the third partner is male or female, he’s fine with anything. He’s not jealous either, he knows you only love him and that the threesome is just for fun.
He’d accept right away, happily and without hesitation. He already knows who to call and invite… and he’s sure you’d like them as people.
Having had experiences like this before, he already knows threesomes are something he enjoys a lot.
Bonus: He’s a switch and is fine with anything. Thanks to his experience, he’s tried pretty much everything and discovered he enjoys it all. Definitely the best variant to ask for a threesome, in my opinion.
Omni Mark
Absolutely not, he doesn’t like the idea at all. He prefers strictly monogamous relationships, just you and him. He doesn’t understand the point of inviting a third person... are you bored with him?
He has no intention of sharing you with anyone, no matter how much you insist. Still, his curiosity would make him wonder why you want this experience: for fun? For something new?
You’d try to explain that it won’t change anything between you two, hoping to convince him to grant your wish. In the end, you’d manage to convince him.
As for the third partner, he absolutely doesn’t want it to be a guy, that’s non-negotiable. He already agreed only to please you, so at least he expects you to respect this request.
Whether he enjoys it or not, he wouldn’t want to repeat it. For him, it’s only a way to see if this experience is something you enjoy. If you did like it, you might bring it up again, though convincing him a second time would be very difficult.
Bonus: He’s strictly a dom, no exceptions. Even though this type of encounter doesn’t interest him, he’d still try to take care of both you and the partner... though, for obvious reasons, almost all of his attention would remain on you.
Full Mask Mark
He wouldn’t be very convinced about the idea at first, but he’s easily influenced, so in the end, if you want to try something, why not? It could be a good experience for both of you.
He’d want to make sure you don’t misunderstand: you’re the only person he loves and cares about. He’d never do this kind of thing with anyone else unless you wanted it… but at the same time, you’re the one who asked, so…
He’d decide to give in and agree pretty quickly.
He’s neutral about the third partner, Full Mask Mark is fine with either a guy or a girl, it doesn’t make much difference to him.
If he ended up enjoying it, he’d do it again... and by “if he enjoys it,” what he really means is if you enjoy it, he’d gladly repeat it. He’d just hope it doesn’t become a habit, since he still wants moments where it’s only you and him.
Bonus: He’s purely a switch, adapting to the situation, though he’s definitely better at being submissive. He wouldn’t just focus on you, but also on the third partner... after all, that’s how a threesome works, right?
Prisoner Mark
The proposal would surprise him greatly, he might even think he misheard you the first time, making you repeat yourself. Why would you want to be with him and another person? Isn’t he enough? This would make him feel very insecure, even though he’d try his best to hide it.
The idea of being with you and someone else is completely new to Prisoner Mark. He loves you and wants to be intimate only with you, the person he cares about... but seeing you so insistent, he’d give it a chance.
Honestly, he doesn’t care at all about the third partner, male or female makes no difference. He already knows his attention will be fully on you, aiming to make sure you have a good time.
If he ends up enjoying it, he might do it again, and he could even propose it himself next time.
Bonus: He’s definitely a dom, but he can also take a submissive role, clearly focusing on pleasing you and completely ignoring the third partner.
Is it alright if I ask for Mark variants with Asexual reader? The reader is completely disinterested/sex-repulsed in anything sexual (but they're very affectionate).
I love your writing and I'm interested to see what you think their reactions would be (negative positive, doesn't matter) and how they'll handle it. Take as much time as you need!
Life is simple for Mark. He loves you, he wants to be with you, and he wants you to be happy. If abstaining can contribute to your happiness then there is nothing left to discuss, he is officially celibate.
flaxan, maskless, omni-mark, PRISONER
It doesn't bother him as much as he thought it would. You two have so much fun just by waking to each other's drooling faces that he doesn't even think he's missing out on anything.
full mask, no goggles, shiesty, sinister
It does weigh on him a bit. Dirty fantasies aside, sex is an important act of intimacy. It's one of the few times he is allowed to be vulnerable, and not sharing that experience with the person he adores? That's a bummer. But then you hug him like he's the most important person in the world, and he gets over it pretty easily. Your warm hugs, your cute hands in his, the kisses you give him everyday–those are worth more than an entire harem.
head cap, mohawk, target
He does not understand. He isn't purposefully mean, but naturally ignorant. To him, the main goal for any species is to propagate, and for many organisms such as Viltrumites and humans, sex is an integral part of this. You're going to have to be patient with him. Be kind, but also firm, don't let him push your boundaries. His heart is all yours, but his education is lacking.
VILTRUMITE
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Story summary: The alternative “Invincible,” kill Angstrom and decide to stick around with Mark until they figure out how to leave—because I said so.
Chapter 1: Nobody Thought This Through
Chapter Summary: None of them really thought this through.Killing off their only source of a way home without a second thought might just be the dumbest thing they've ever done. And now? Mark’s the one left to deal with the fallout.
2.2k word| Depictions of violent| Dark comedy
The Grayson house, for all the chaos that had swept through it, remained remarkably untouched aside from the gaping hole carved into the ceiling and a back door that hung loosely on one hinge, its glass fractured like a spiderweb.
The neighborhood surrounding it lay blanketed in an eerie stillness. Serene. Peaceful. Abandoned. Not even the rustle of wind or chirp of a bird dared to disrupt the silence. That stillness only made the arrival of the ten Invincibles more jarring.
One by one, they descended through the sky, their silhouettes painted red with dried blood. Their uniforms, all slightly torn in different ways, fluttered faintly in the high altitude wind. They hovered above the Grayson house in a loose cluster some with arms crossed, others fidgeting or scowling. Their expressions were a mixed bag: annoyance, unease, indifference.
“I hate coming back to this place,” Omni-Mark muttered, his voice flat and cold. His arms folded across his broad chest as he gazed down at the house, the very tone of his voice contradicting the words. He looked like he’d already left in his mind, drifting in thought, detaching from the moment.
“Not all of us killed mom here,” a voice shot back similar in pitch, but whinier, emotional. The masked Invincible stood stiffly in the air, shoulders slightly hunched. Though his face was obscured, the way he stared at the ruined rooftop made it obvious he was lost in memory.
“I liked it here. It reminds me of playing catch with Dad,” the masked one added, quieter this time. His voice trembled on the edges, brittle and barely held together, like a spiderweb ready to snap.
A sudden groan of frustration broke the stillness. Heads turned toward the source—another Mark, this one unmasked, with a short mohawk and a face twisted in exaggerated irritation.
“Agh—WHAT IS TAKING HIM SO LONG!” he whined loudly, both hands yanking at his hair as he kicked his feet like a child mid-tantrum.
“Yeah, the dude’s taking forever. So not cool,” said another Invincible, one with no goggles and an exasperated tone. He blew out a sigh and looked off to the side.
“Exactly. Can we hurry it up? Some of us have places to be,” Empire Mark chimed in with a sneer.
“Like where?” Omni-Mark asked dryly, not even bothering to look at him.
“Like at my empire? Or I don’t know—anywhere but this dumb, sorry excuse for a planet,” Empire Mark snapped, gesturing broadly to the neighborhood below like it offended him just by existing.
“It’s not that bad,” offered a bald Invincible with mottled burn scars down the side of his head. “Got a lot of fresh air. Kinda nice.”
Empire scoffed, folding his arms with a roll of his eye. “Nice? Oh, please.”
But before the debate could spiral further, a green portal tore open midair with a shimmer and a buzz. Out stepped Angstrom Levy, his oversized head bobbing with the weight of his entrance. One or two of the Invincibles seemed mildly intrigued by the arrival—except for No-Goggles, who let out an appreciative whistle.
“Sorry. I prefer to make an entrance,” Angstrom said with practiced cool, striking a pose. Nobody responded. Except No-Goggles, who gave a slow nod.
“Dude, I get it,” he said.
Omni-Mark scoffed quietly, eyes still fixed ahead. “Those who make the strongest impression are the ones who don’t try.”
“Okay, shut up Shakespeare,” grumbled another Mark, this one wearing a full cap pulled low.
“Who’s Shakespeare?” the burnt man asked curiously, glancing around.
“He’s like a super smart guy or something. I don’t know. I dropped out of school when I was twelve. I didn’t need to learn about some dumb human guy who writes poems,” muttered a Mark in the traditional Viltrumite uniform with a lazy shrug.
“Right, gentlemen, can we please get back on track,” Angstrom interjected, trying to steer the chaos back under control.
“On god, these humans and their stupid poetry,” the Emperor Mark added, looking deeply offended by the mere concept.
“Gentlemen,” Angstrom repeated, louder this time. The crowd of floating clones turned to look at him, some visibly rolling their eyes. “Right, where was I? Not only have you destroyed this planet—you’ve also destroyed him. And everything—”
“I’m gonna stop you right there, dude. Did you script this out?” asked Sinister Mark, tilting his head and raising a brow in disbelief.
“Excuse me?” Angstrom blinked or tried to. His scorched eyelids barely moved, the knobs above his eyes twitching slightly.
“He definitely did,” Omni-Mark added, shaking his head with a smirk.
“This is just sad,” Viltrumite Mark chimed in with a disapproving shake of his head. “Don’t you have anything better to do than get revenge on me—like a twenty-five... thirty-year-old me? Us?” he paused, trying to remember his own age, but ultimately shrugged it off. Time blurred when your lifespan stretched over millennia.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding. You really did drop out of school. Twenty-five? How on earth would that work?” Omni-Mark asked, genuinely puzzled.
“Wait, what’s wrong with the math?” Prison Mark cut in, squinting.
No-Goggles stood in silence, brow furrowed. “Beats me, man,” he admitted after a moment.
“Holy shit, you’re all dumbasses,” Sinister Mark muttered, snickering as Mohawk let out a wheezing laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Can we get back to what we were doing?” Emperor Mark huffed, visibly losing patience.
“Right. Where was I…” Angstrom sighed, rubbing his temple as though that would help his massive head feel lighter. “Skip the speech,” Prisoner Mark barked.
“Very well. All I need for you to do is find Mark, bring him to me. It’s time we learn—wait, what are you doing?” Angstrom’s voice rose in pitch as he squinted at Mohawk, who was scribbling something into a worn notebook.
“Hmm? Oh, just keeping track of all your cliché lines. I’m about to reach bingo,” he said casually.
“Oh, what? Dude, not fair! You already started?” No-Goggles cried in protest.
“I thought we all agreed we weren’t playing this! Come on, guys, we can at least try to pretend to have manners!” begged the masked Invincible, clearly overwhelmed by the group’s dysfunction.
“Can you guys please focus and get Invincible so we can meet face to face?” Angstrom pleaded, trying desperately to keep to his script.
“OH, I GOT BINGO!” yelled the Mark in the cap, holding his hand up victoriously.
“How about we don’t,” Sinister Mark muttered, drifting forward with arms folded tightly across his chest. He floated directly in front of Angstrom, his expression hardening.
“Your stupid plan got most of us killed,” he growled, narrowing his eyes with a bitter edge. A sudden chuckle escaped from behind him, followed by a stifled snort. Sinister Mark’s gaze snapped to the side, brow twitching.
The air was still with tension, dust swirling around the broken foundation of what was once the Grayson backyard. Cracked pavement and dead grass surrounded the bloodstained group, their boots leaving faint imprints on the earth as they hovered slightly above it, like predators waiting for a signal to pounce.
Mohawk Mark gestured wildly, throwing his hands up as his eyes rolled back with exaggerated annoyance. “Who cares? They were weak. I would have murdered them myself eventually,” he scoffed, his fingers slicing through the air with every word, dramatic and unapologetically arrogant.
Viltrumite folded his arms, his tone brimming with irritation as he glared at Angstrom. “Besides, haven’t we done a lot for you? The deal was we help you, and you help us conquer other dimensions.” The words came out sharp, accusatory.
“Dude, he totally scammed us,” No Goggles Mark hissed, his stance tense, fingers twitching at his sides like he was barely holding back from punching something.
“We didn’t all make the same deal, man,” Mask said softly. The others turned toward him, their interest piqued just enough to pause their bickering. His voice dropped an octave, weighted with quiet emotion. “I came here to find Mom and bring her back with me.”
“Oh, gag me,” Sinister muttered under his breath, arms crossed tightly over his chest.
“Aww, someone misses their mommy,” Mohawk cooed mockingly. He leaned closer to No Goggles, jutting out his bottom lip and flapping his hands like a toddler. “Aw, does baby need his bottle? Goo goo gaga?” His face contorted in faux sympathy.
“We’re all the same person. I’m sure I’m not the only one who misses someone,” Mask said, the honesty in his voice slicing through the mockery. For a moment, everything went still. A brief silence fell, awkward and heavy.
“I miss William,” a Mark said quietly, his arms folded over his chest, eyes distant with nostalgia.
No Goggles sighed, his voice tired but fond. “Man, hate to say it, but I really miss Rex. That dude was a freak.” He chuckled, shaking his head with a small, sad smile. “Always a blast talking to him. Damn. Fuck.”
The silence returned longer this time, heavier. Even Angstrom opened his mouth as if to say something, but was immediately cut off by Sinister.
“Whatever. It’s all pointless if we’re dead, right?” Sinister snapped, fanning the flame of discontent with a careless shrug. The others nodded awkwardly, some more hesitant than others.
“Jesus, I hate you guys,” he grumbled, then turned on Angstrom with laser focus. “We’re done. Give us dimensions now, or we’ll kill you.” His tone wasn’t angry it was cold, calm, and final. Not a threat. A fact.
“Don’t be stupid,” Mohawk barked, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly annoyed. “If we kill him, we’ll be stuck in this shithole forever.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Mask muttered under his breath.
“Shut up,” Omni snapped.
“Let’s just torture him later, duh,” Mohawk said casually, giving a light shrug like he was suggesting ordering takeout.
The bald, prison-marked version of them grinned viciously and floated forward, cracking his knuckles as his eyes gleamed with malicious anticipation. “I can get behind that.”
They began gliding toward Angstrom slowly, the motion synchronized and deliberate, a united wall of quiet menace. It was a display a show of power, clearly meant to intimidate.
Angstrom didn’t flinch. Instead, a portal burst open behind them. They all paused, brows furrowing in confusion as a small fleet of floating robots emerged, arms extended to shove them through.
It failed miserably.
The machines were obliterated in a flash of motion explosions echoing around them as scrap metal scattered across the grass. A smoking limb skidded to a halt at Omni-Mark’s feet.
“Seriously?” Sinister said, sounding offended more than anything else.
“I have never been more insulted in my life,” Empire seethed, brushing a fleck of ash from his shoulder. “You’ve seen us destroy buildings at the speed of light why on earth would you think these robots would be fast enough to push us in?”
“Well, I—” Angstrom began, flustered.
“And even then, these are pretty light,” Mark without a mask added, holding a dented robot torso in his hands, inspecting it with disinterest. “We’ve been hit by, like, fifty-ton people with super strength at full speed and haven’t moved an inch. Doubt this would do anything.”
Omni-Mark raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. “You didn’t think this through, did you?”
“Of course I have. Everything was meticulously planned,” Angstrom insisted, puffing up.
“Clearly not planned enough,” Mohawk snorted.
“Bro should’ve followed his script,” No Goggles muttered with a chuckle.
“Fool. Do you really think my only plan was this?” Angstrom let out a laugh, trying to regain his theatrics.
“Uh yeah, kinda. I mean, you used up all your tricks,” No Goggles replied, unimpressed.
“Ugh, he’s doing the thing again,” Mohawk groaned, rubbing his temple.
“Obviously, I have a backup!” Angstrom shouted, his voice rising—just before a flash of motion silenced him.
Sinister Mark floated beside him, holding Angstrom’s now-severed head in one hand. He stared at it a moment, before spitting out a chunk of something with a grimace.
“Dude, that was so gross,” Mask said, wincing.
At the same time, No Goggles burst into laughter, doubled over in the air.
“All that head and yet there wasn’t a single brain cell in there,” Omni-Mark said, voice dry.
“Pause…?” muttered Full Cap Mark, glancing around.
“Guess he wasn’t as big a brain as we thought,” No Goggles added.
“And you are clearly mentally compromised,” Empire huffed, already bored with the banter.
“So, um, what now?” Maskless asked, looking around uncertainly. All eyes shifted to him, and then to Mask, whose expression softened.
“I know what I’m doing,” he said, a quiet certainty in his voice as he descended slowly into the Grayson home.
“Oi, dumbass, you realize she’s not there, right?” Mohawk called after him, exasperated.
“I know. I’ll just wait for her to show up,” Masked Mark replied from below, settling into the ruins with a sigh.
They all hovered there a moment, looking at each other, each waiting for someone else to suggest something better.
“What, you guys got a better idea?” he called up.
There were a few groans. One by one, they begrudgingly followed.
“Seriously,” muttered Sinister, landing last. He bumped shoulders with Maskless as he shoved over to sit on the dusty, collapsed couch.
And so, in a tangle of blood, irritation, and silent grief, they sat—half-gods turned squatters in the ruins of a childhood home, waiting for something they could no longer name.
Note: Tbh this fix is just for fun there's planned character development but the plot goes where ever I want. Also this was written when the episode came out and I haven't read the comci so be warned because alot of things are probably wrong
Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 |
Story summary: The alternative “Invincible,” kill Angstrom and decide to stick around with Mark until they figure out how to leave—because I said so.
Chapter 6: This Name is already in use
Chapter Summary: Debbie wishes she could redo being a mother and raise Mark to be better. She really should have thought over what her wish really meant.
2.5k word| Depictions of violent| Dark comedy
"Huh," Cecil said flatly, eyes fixed on the swarm of Marks scattered around the battlefield like a multiversal infestation.
He wasn't necessarily surprised that they were still here. Most of his hidden cameras at Debbie’s house had been destroyed some of them very deliberately but a few had survived. One was even tucked inside the microwave. Though, judging by the identical hidden microwave setup at Paul’s house, it wasn’t nearly as discreet as he'd hoped. Either Debbie was catching on fast, or he was getting sloppy. Probably both.
"‘Huh’? That’s all you have to say?" Head cap Mark asked, clearly disappointed. He crossed his arms, frowning like a child denied dessert. “I expected something more snarky.”
"Who cares what he says as long as he moves his ass?" Mohawk, Mark muttered. He rolled his eyes at Head Cap's whining, already annoyed. Viltrumite Mark agreed. He was cradling the half-unconscious body of the Original Mark, who looked pale and dangerously limp.
"Yeah, can we get him to a hospital before he dies?" Masked Mark said, concern laced in his tone as he helped hoist Original Mark more securely onto Viltrumite’s back.
"Nah, no need—he’s been dead inside for years," no Goggle Mark quipped, drawing a cross dramatically over his chest like he was mourning at a funeral. Headcap Mark smacked his hand in response.
“You’re all cringe,” muttered Sinister, who then spat out blood.
"We should also get the version of us to a hospital," Empire Mark added with a hiss, gesturing vaguely at Sinister Mark, who was barely conscious and definitely not standing. “Not that I care or anything—I just don’t want to watch myself bleed out.”
"Just call me Sinister. Easier to remember," the injured Mark mumbled with a blood-streaked grin.
There was a beat of silence.
“Dude, We’re not going to call you Sinister . ” Head cap, Mark said.
“On God, you’re not him,” Goggle Mark muttered in disgust.
“CAN WE GO?” Mohawk Mark shouted, throwing up his hands. “I’m getting sick and tired of standing around here next to bootleg Justice League.”
"And why, exactly, do you think I’d bring you guys to a top-secret military base just to offer free medical aid?" Cecil replied coolly, unbothered by the heat. As usual, he looked composed, even as several of these superpowered Marks could crush him into paste in less than a second.
“I think I’m—he’s—you’re Invincible—is hallucinating from the blood loss,” Viltrumite Mark muttered as the Original Mark moaned softly against his shoulder.
A few feet away, Oliver landed clumsily in front of Cecil. “You can help him, right? So help him!” he pleaded, his eyes wet with tears and worry.
Cecil tilted his head, looking the boy over, then flicked his gaze to the others. Most of them were exhausted, bruised, bleeding, or still riding the high of interdimensional adrenaline.
He sighed. "Explain why you’re all still here, and then we can talk about medical help."
“Someone Killed Angst Storm,” Empire Mark grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Sinister Mark.
Sinister blinked, still staring at the stump where his arm used to be. “Yeah... guilty,” he giggled weakly before passing out cold. Empire Mark barely caught him before he hit the ground.
“And now we’re stuck here with no way back,” Viltrumite Mark added, sighing heavily. “Great job, team.”
"We came here with a deal," Mohawk Mark said, floating over toward Cecil but unable to get too close thanks to Cecil’s teleportation tech. "We help you. You help us build a portal to get home."
Cecil adjusted his tie, having freshly teleported behind them. It always got a little askew when he jumped, a minor annoyance in an otherwise flawless image. "And why exactly would I trust a room full of evil alternate versions of Invincible? If I just wait long enough, statistically, one of you will die off anyway." He looked directly at Sinister Mark’s unconscious body.
“You fucker—” Headcap Mark growled, stepping forward as if to punch him, but Cecil vanished again, reappearing in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by Bulletproof and a few other loyal supers who moved instantly to defend him.
"But fine," Cecil relented, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve. "I’ll help you. In return, I make you into top-tier heroes. Clean up your mess. Prove your worth."
"Boss, are you sure?" Bulletproof? asked quietly, leaning in close.
Cecil raised one hand and waved him off. Bulletproof didn’t look thrilled but didn’t argue.
“I have seven inquiries about this,” Robot’s voice cut in flatly over the speakers. He didn’t elaborate further, as someone else shouted:
“Wait—is that Robot? He’s still alive in this timeline?” Headcap asked. Several heads turned toward Robot.
Viltrumite Mark raised a brow. “So let me get this straight. You don’t trust us because we’re ‘conquerors,’” he said with air quotes, “but you’re fine with Robot conqueroring? Sounds like hypocrisy to me.”
“Robot did what?” Mask Mark said, confused.
“You accidentally let one thing live and they start a revolution,” muttered viltrumite.
“I feel that.” Mohawk agreed, nodding
Empire looked baffled as he turned to the Viltrumite. “You let him live?”
"I didn’t mean to. He had a backup no one knew about. Next thing we knew, he had an entire robot army. I’ll give him credit—he played the long game. Still lost, but points for trying." Viltrumite Mark hurriedly tried to defend himself.
“Note to self: check for any surviving AI when I get home,” Empire Mark muttered, typing into his phone.
“Seriously?” Bulletproof grumbled, arms crossed. “These are the guys you want to turn into heroes?”
“I’m well aware they can’t be trusted,” Cecil said. “But do we have a better option right now?”
Bulletproof paused. Then, reluctantly, he nodded.
“Alright. You got me there.”
“No, but seriously—can we go ?” Viltrumite Mark groaned, readjusting Original Mark in his arms as Oliver fluttered in to try and help support the other side.
“He’s got a lot of internal bleeding,” Viltrumite said, his voice tight with panic. “And his eye? It’s red—like, really red. I don’t know if it’s from an infection, dust, or if something snapped in his socket, but it should probably be checked out. Viltrumite eyes take longer to heal than the rest of our body.”
“Wh-What” Oliver said, horrified. Viltrumite looked at Oliver with pity.
Masked flew to correct it. “But he’s not going to die, right?’ Masked, ask the Viltrumite with a warning glare.
“OF course not,” he said and Oliver sighed while Masked patted his head, “...Probably.” Viltrumite began to think, calculating the likelihood of it” ... If his human blood is a weak as ours...” he was jabbed in the side by Mask, who shook his head While oliver panic became clearer.
“But he’s going to be fine, right?” Oliver repeated the question, and the Viltrumite cracked an awkward smile.
“Yep, totally, if we get the help we need.” Viltrumite placed the Oliver situation on to Cecil pleadingly.
Cecil sighed and waved them forward, tapping something into his phone. “Fine,” he muttered.
In a flash of light and sound, the entire group suddenly vanished from the suburban wreckage and reappeared inside a massive, sterile military base.
“WHOA,” Goggle Mark yelled, stumbling forward and immediately spinning in place to take it all in. “Okay, I have to say—our Cecil didn’t have cool teleportation high-tech shit like that . Damn! This is awesome .”
He whipped out his phone and immediately began taking selfies, grinning wide with the smoldering remains of a jet engine behind him. “Also, it didn’t look this fucking cool. Like. I’m Jealous.”
“Can you not ?” Masked Mark muttered, ” It’s rude,“ shoving Goggle’s phone down as they marched forward, following Cecil.
The balding man led the bleeding Mark, still groaning softly, to a clean white infirmary. An assistant arrived moments later with a clipboard and a stack of papers.
“Please sign your names here,” she said, placing the documents on the table.
The Marks all reached for pens—except Mohawk, who actually paused to flip through the pages.
“I mean, yeah, it’s government paperwork, but you should read these. Could be giving up your soul, your DNA rights, or your firstborn child.” He skimmed a few more lines, then grunted. “Oh. It’s just the standard Guardian induction form. Guess they never updated the paper since I joined years ago.” With that, he signed without further protest.
They passed the clipboard back to the assistant. She raised an eyebrow as she looked it over, her eyes darting from signature to signature.
“Sir?” she called out, brisk heels clicking across the sterile floor as she pulled Cecil aside by the elbow like a panicked school administrator dragging a principal into a room full of delinquent clones. Her clipboard trembled in her hand.
“This is going to be a problem.”
Cecil turned his head slowly, giving her the kind of side-eye. “Why?” he asked, already bracing himself.
She lifted the clipboard and flipped it around. “They all have the same name,” she whispered like it was a forbidden curse. “First, middle, and last.”
Cecil stared at the paperwork in front of him. Then at the eight almost-identical men loitering across the room, most of them looking like they either wanted to fight, nap, or start a podcast.
He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, the sigh that followed echoing through his sinuses like the ghost of every bureaucratic headache he’d ever had. “Right. Of course. Multiversal duplicates.” He looked at the group like a fed-up teacher on the last day of school. “You’re all going to need to change your names. Legally.”
“We can’t have eight guys,“ he started but was cut off by masked.
“Actually, Eleven, there are three more at home,” Viltrumite corrected.
“Eleven other guys named ‘Mark Grayson’ running around in government databases,” he added dryly. “It breaks too many systems. ”
Mohawk mark flipped on his sunglasses, which he definitely had before they arrived here and He definitely didn't steal from same person passing by them.leaned back in the infirmary chair. “I already gave myself a new name. Mohawk.”
From across the room, Empire Mark stood up so fast his chair skidded. “You are not naming yourself fucking Mohawk,” Empire Mark snarled. “It’s wretched, horrible, and ghastly!”
“Someone pulled out the thesaurus,” muttered Headcap.
“Not legally,” the assistant clarified, raising her voice above the incoming chaos. “We’ll need full legal designations for recordkeeping, insurance, and emergency response. Something unique for each of you.”
No Goggle put down his phone. as he realized what the conversation was, he jumped up excitedly. “Finally. I can change my name to what it should’ve been from the start.” He raised his arms like a prophet. “Turbo.”
“Denied,” Empire Mark snapped instantly.
“Why?!” No Goggle demand, aghast.
“Because it sounds like a Fast and Furious sequel and you know it.”
“That’s what makes it badass!”
Masked Mark, who had been holding and skimming through the hospital pamphlet, raised a hand. “Can I be ‘Mark with a C’? Like, Marc?”
Viltrumite Mark groaned as he shifted the unconscious Original Mark on the bed beside him. “That’s just too confusing,” he said. “Besides, if he’s anything like me, he’ll haunt you for picking that name.” He paused, narrowing his eyes. “And if he doesn’t… I will.”
Masked Mark lowered his hand. “Okay, jeez. Marc is a no. Got it.”
Cecil stepped back in, arms crossed and one brow twitching ominously. “You need proper names and identifiers, or this turns into a logistical nuke, which means no naming yourself after a hairstyle.”
Mohawk gasped offendedly, "Nobody told me this universe was so fucking lame!" he shook his head.
Empire Mark scoffed, folding his arms. “I’m not changing my name to jackshit.”
Head Cap Mark stepped behind him and yanked Empire’s ear like a crab pinching a balloon. No, Google held Empire back by the shoulders while Head Cap handed him a form with a self-satisfied grin.
Empire read it with the solemnity of a man signing away his villain origin story. “Sebastian Markus Grayson,” he muttered. Then paused. “…Actually, not that bad.”
“Dude, seriously?” No Goggle frowned.
“Shut it. I don’t want to hear it from a guy named Turbo ,” Empire hissed.
“Turbo’s a pretty badass name!” No, Goggle protested, tossing his phone down dramatically.
Without fanfare, Empire riped the one they wrote for him and then grabbed another form and scribbled out “Majesty” in glitzy cursive. The assistant side-eyed him with the expression of someone silently calculating how many aspirin she had left.
“ Are you certain this is the name you want?” she muttered.
“Absolutely , ” Majesty replied, somehow making it sound like a royal decree.
“I’ll be Zack,” said Head Cap Mark suddenly, writing like he was racing the clock.
Empire looked genuinely confused. “Why, Zack ?”
“Yeah, that came out of nowhere,” added Masked Mark.
“Just cuz and I won’t take any further questions,” Head Cap replied solemnly as he sealed the form like it was a war treaty.
“I’ll go with Marek,” Viltrumite Mark offered. “Keeps it simple.”
Mohawk Mark blinked. “Why are your names so boring ? Where’s the pizzazz ?”
Cecil exhaled while keeping his composure. “It’s fine. For now, just differentiate enough to keep the system from melting. Later, we’ll work on cover IDs and training.” He snatched the last clipboard.
Mohawk Mark, eyes sparkling with chaos, calmly wrote, Mo Mohawk Grayson. Then he handed it over with both hands like he was presenting Excalibur.
Cecil stared.
Mohawk grinned wide, all teeth and menace.
Cecil blinked, then shrugged. “Whatever. We’ve got bigger problems.”
“You’re still serious about turning us into heroes?” Masked Mark asked, finally setting down his pamphlet doodles. “Because I’m 60% sure that’s going to end in disaster and 40% deeply unfit for mentorship.”
“I’ve worked with worse,” Cecil replied, completely deadpan. “Your powers are the same. Your brains? Not even close. That might actually work in our favor.”
“That,” Goggles Mark said, standing with arms crossed, “sounds like the start of a CW show. I call theme music rights.”
“Can we circle back to the whole medical thing?” Viltrumite Mark asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose like it had aged fifty years since entering this room. “Original Mark’s not waking up.”
A nurse finally bustled in, pushing a cart loaded with equipment. “We’re stabilizing him now. His vitals are weak—surgery’s needed. Likely multiple organs.”
“You guys are lucky we’ve got alien surgeons on standby,” Cecil muttered, glancing at his assistant. “Get D.A. Sinclair to assemble the trauma team. Viltrumite-grade. Diamond-tipped scalpels only. I don’t want a repeat of last time.”
“Yes, sir.” The assistant saluted and stormed out like someone on a side quest with very high stakes.
Masked Mark tilted his head. “You have a surgeon for aliens?”
“You think we don’t prep for this kind of multiversal circus?” Cecil sighed. “Welcome to Earth. You’re heroes now.” He looked over the ragtag squad, rubbing his temples again.
“Try not to blow it.”
There was a pause.
Empire Mark coughed before asking, “Does this hero status come with dental?”
Cecil didn’t even look up. “Let’s get your I.D. sorted first. Then we’ll talk benefits.”
