"mark- I can't. So good. I swear I can't live without you. Please."
Mohawk Mark's hands gripped your waist, bouncing you faster on his dick. Sweat covered your bodies, clothes long discarded. His eyes were piercing into you, never letting you break eye contact. Everything you tried he gripped your face making your turn back to him. All these years, after losing you on his planet he couldn't believe he finally had you. It took almost nothing to convince you to get into bed with him.
Mark pushed you to lay down on your back. His thrust never stopped, thrust deepening with each stroke. His tongue slid up your body until he got to your nipple. Tugging harshly with his teeth made you arch yourself into him. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, mixing with your moans of "not so rough". Your nails dug into his shoulder causing blood to catch under them.
"He doesn't even know what he's missing. Think he's the original. Lame ass. Keep going baby, gonna make you cum all fucking night.
summary: You're just Mark's forgotten human friend, left aside after his life turned upside down. But was that really all you were in the main universe, and what about in others?
author's notes: Hi everyone, how are you? I hope you're all well! Here's another chapter, this one was rewritten twice because I accidentally deleted it lol... wow, I hope you enjoy it! Happy reading!
PREVIOUS CHAPTER: 01
❝ YOUR EYES ❪ COLOR ❫ widen as you try to process the scene in front of you. The sight of two Marks (or Invincible) leaves your mind slightly hazy, as if that couldn’t possibly be real.
As if it were just some kind of sick joke. You try to back away from the situation, but the white-suited Mark is faster, his arms sliding around your waist until he grips your hips with extreme force:
That Mark Without Lenses laughs, his dark eyes devouring your face as if you were a work of art ── his pupils dilate, licking his lips:
"Oh," he laughs. "I see you had the same idea as me, Mark," the Mark Without Lenses exclaims, landing atop the debris of the broken wall. Your dorm room had turned into pure chaos, everything shattered, scattered, and covered in dust. "After all... we’re the same person, with the same goal in the end, aren’t we?"
"Shut up," Mark snaps, grinding his teeth. You try to break free from his grip, but his hold is firm, as if he refuses to let you go. "Stay still," he says with unusual seriousness.
"Oh, so you didn’t tell her?" the Mark Without Lenses approaches, laughing mockingly. "You know we’re not the only ones who had this idea... it’s only a matter of time before all the others show up," he smiles maliciously. "And when that happens, the real war will begin."
"Others?" you ask, confused. Your eyes widen as you feel the white-suited Mark tense beside you.
"It doesn’t matter." Mark’s grip tightens painfully on your hip, making you gasp. "I’ll kill them all, without exception. Anyone who lays a hand on my woman will die." He says it so casually it sends chills down your spine.
"My woman?" the other Mark mocks. "You’re stealing from another Mark and still calling her yours?" He bursts out laughing. "How arrogant, Mark Viltrum," the smug grin on his lips is terrifying.
Suddenly, he stops, staring at you as if you were nothing more than prey:
"Sweetheart... close your eyes, I don’t want you to see so much violence... yet." And in an instant, using his super speed, the one without lenses lunges at the other Mark, raising his fists.
Mark Viltrum shoves you aside, and you stumble, falling hard onto the ground. The scene before you is terrifying ── the two colliding, blows clashing as Mark Viltrum blocks with precision.
And the building trembles.
Your breathing becomes uneven as you scramble to your feet in panic. From the corner of your eye, you catch the moment Mark Viltrum lands a punch on the other, making him spit blood... yet he laughs.
And groans. Asking for more.
It’s sickening, and you quickly back away, your steps unsteady, dust rising around you. Taking advantage of the moment when neither of them is paying attention to you, too consumed in a fight that seems endless.
The hallway is empty, and with every strike, the building shakes.
Your mind races as your body pushes toward the emergency stairs ── there’s no way you’d take the elevator in a situation like this.
Who were those two? And why did they look so much like Mark?
You try not to dwell on it, especially not on the fact that there were others. Other Marks? Other copies? And why were they coming after you? Where was the real Mark in all of this?
He definitely wasn’t worried about you. He probably didn’t even know his identity was being stolen by idiots with his same face, voice, and body.
Your steps are desperate as you rush down the stairs from the 7th floor toward the ground level. The building shakes like jelly, the walls starting to crack apart.
Your eyes lock onto the number: 4th floor. You were close. Just a bit more and you’d reach the ground floor, finally escaping this nightmare.
Your steps halt when you notice a man standing at the bottom of the fourth-floor staircase. Tall, slightly muscular, wearing a black and blue suit that covers his entire body, along with a mask.
You freeze halfway on the stairs, your hands trembling as you realize he stopped as well, his shoulders tense as he speaks quickly:
"I’m not here to hurt you," he says calmly. "I came to help you... I won’t hurt you like the others." His voice sounds like Mark’s, though slightly muffled by the mask.
The masked man steps closer ── or tries to ── because you immediately step back, slipping and falling onto the step behind you:
"DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!" you shout, eyes wide. He raises his hands in surrender:
"I won’t hurt you," he repeats gently, using the same tone Mark always used with you in tense moments. "I’m not like them... I just want to take care of you."
His shoulders tense even more when he sees how scared and withdrawn you are:
"I miss you," he begins, his voice dropping. "In my universe, you were killed by Omni-Man... and..." He swallows hard, as if on the verge of tears. "But I won’t let the same mistake happen twice... I won’t let anyone hurt you."
Your brows furrow:
"What the hell are you talking about?!" you snap, standing up and gripping the railing. He steps closer again, and you retreat further.
"I’ll protect my mother... and you..." He moves toward you, his steps heavier now. Your eyes widen, your breathing quickens, and you think you’re about to be kidnapped again by some lunatic.
But then the building shakes violently, the structure cracking. Pieces of concrete begin to fall, and you shut your eyes tightly, bracing for impact.
You feel hands grabbing your waist, pulling you away. Your eyes try to focus on something, but the dust—along with something that feels like fabric completely covering you—keeps you from seeing anything.
You stifle a breath, your hands pressing against a strong chest. The wind brushes softly against your face, and panic begins to rise as you try to kick whatever is holding you.
And suddenly, clarity returns to your vision—slowly, you look at the strong arms holding you, noticing the chaos surrounding the campus.
Destruction. The college buildings were ruined, but your building was now reduced to nothing—blocks of concrete where you had once spent so much time.
Your eyes widen in confusion, and you swallow hard as you realize you're in someone’s arms, being carried through the air.
Shit.
Your head quickly turns to the side, your expression shifting when you notice another guy who looks like Mark—but wearing a mask and a pathetically red-and-white uniform.
With Omni-Man’s symbol.
Omni-Man.
Your brain short-circuits, registering those last words. Your arms struggle weakly against the muscular chest, light tears forming in your eyes:
“LET ME GO!” you shout, but that “hero” doesn’t obey. His hands tighten around your waist, as if reminding you who’s in control.
“Don’t be rude,” he says, his voice once again similar to Mark’s, making your stomach twist. “I’m the one in charge here…” His grip becomes firmer. “Maybe I should remind you who you belong to.”
GDA HOSPITAL
Amid all the chaos, Mark stands beside Eve—who lies unconscious in bed, her leg broken, in a light coma.
The world outside was falling apart.
Several variants causing destruction beyond anything seen before. All thanks to Angstrom, who seemed extremely amused watching this dimension crumble into ashes.
Cecil enters the room alongside Donald, who carries a tablet in his hands.
The older man crosses his arms, sighing:
“Mark.” His voice echoes through the room, where only the beeping of Eve’s vital monitors can be heard. “You should be out there, helping other heroes who are dying because of pathetic copies of you.”
“I’m not leaving,” he snaps, clearly frustrated, looking at Eve. “I can’t leave her here alone.”
“She’s in one of the most guarded hospitals… It’s unlikely your variants will find us here,” Cecil explains, while Donald starts scrolling through something on his tablet.
“No.” Mark growls. “I won’t.”
“Your mother, your friends… would you let the world fall into chaos? When Eve is stable?” Cecil presses, growing irritated. “You’re our only available weapon against those monsters.”
“No,” Mark growls again, refusing to look at him.
Silence falls, and Cecil sighs, glancing at Donald, who seems to understand immediately.
Images of destruction project from Donald’s tablet. The college campus… your campus.
It’s like something snaps inside Mark as he sees it.
“We deployed small drones across Chicago… the situation is bad,” Cecil begins, arms crossed. “They left the big cities and came here.”
“There are 25 more heading there… Some were killed, others intercepted… but—” Donald pauses. “They all have one thing in common.”
Mark freezes, letting Eve’s hand slip from his fingers as he stands abruptly, though still tense.
“What?”
“❪ name ❫.”
The silence that follows is terrifying. Cecil knows he’s hit a nerve.
He inhales deeply, adjusting his tie as the image zooms in—you, struggling in Omni-Mark’s arms.
“And there are more heat signatures heading there…” Donald continues. “They probably want something from her, since they haven’t hurt her—and are even fighting each other.”
Mark goes still, eyes locked on the projection. You—defenseless—while Omni-Mark holds you with possessive force.
He feels it. He notices the way the other Marks are looking at you… at what is his.
“I figured you’d want to know that… your childhood sweetheart is in the hands of those maniacs, and she could—”
Cecil is cut off when Mark grabs him by the collar.
“Where… where is she?!” he demands, rage rising through him. He looks like a different man now, almost shaking, fists clenched.
“University campus in C-Chicago!” Cecil answers quickly.
Mark releases him, grabbing his mask from the counter and putting it on.
As he’s about to leave, he glances once more at the projection—at you—and feels a burning urge to destroy that pathetic version of himself.
But the image suddenly glitches and disappears.
“Someone must’ve… taken out our surveillance drone,” Donald says.
Mark clenches his jaw and leaps out the window, flying toward the campus.
Without looking at Donald.
Without looking at Cecil.
Without looking at Eve.
Without looking back.
Flying toward you.
Because he’s tired of pretending that staying away from you was enough.
Tired of pretending that becoming a side character in your life was the right choice—that you’d be safe.
But he was wrong.
Because leaving you alone was enough for dozens of versions of him to come after you—to claim you, to kidnap you, or worse.
He wouldn’t let you slip through his fingers again.
That Mark—this version—would not lose.
He wouldn’t leave you again.
He would run, fly, and kill every single one of them—
You're Dead Everywhere But Here │Invincible Variants x Reader x Mainstream Invincible │#1
You were thrown out to the wolves—well, in this case, Invincibles and they seem a bit too eager to see you.
You do not like that.
updated as of 07/18/2025
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“This is complete—” You clenched your hands into fists, your nails digging at your palms. Your nails were a bit overgrown, not having the opportunity to cut them since your capture. You’ve been biting at them though, the ends of your nails having sharp edges that lightly pierced your skin. “—bullshit!” You spat, gritting your teeth.
You flung your head back, giving a short yell to the sky. It wasn’t coherent, maybe a few curses then and there as you shouted. While you did so, you used your legs to begin kicking at the dirt out of deep frustration, flailing your arms around as if you were having a temper tantrum—which you totally were. Any sore loser would be in your situation.
Your hands jumped to the tight metal collar that the assholes from the G.D.A had forcibly attached to you, the feel of the cold metal only worsening your temper.
It was blinking a green hue, and as you dug your grubby little fingers between the small gap of your neck and the collar with the intention of ripping it apart—the green light changed to a ruby red, sending painful shockwaves of electricity through your body. It hurt like hell, and it was obvious that the G.D.A had tailored this electroshock collar specifically to you.
You’ve been shocked before—many hurtful things have happened to you. You’ve nearly experienced all forms of physical human suffering through heroes that tried to stop you. Sometimes even other bad guys such as yourself that tried to take you down because of their own personal agenda.
That’s why you know that secret—stupid—law enforcement agency had whipped this thing up just for you. It was ten times worse than regular electricity, like it was made with the use of something foreign.
Ugh. You felt like a dog strapped with an e-collar for punishment—you hated this form of entrapment. It came close to being thrown into that stupid underground cell with nothing to do but just rot while the guards looking at you with indifference.
After sprouting out more curses and grunts, you quieted down while huffing. You put your arms to your side, finally looking around you to take in the area you were dropped in by a couple of agents covered head and toe in gear. They dropped you off like you were an Amazon package, not sparing a second glance before leaving you be noticed by God-knows-what.
You raised a brow as you did a full 360, taking in the complete destruction that surrounded you. This was supposed to be somewhere in Chicago—you weren’t sure where with how there wasn’t any identifiable landmarks. Everything, literally everything, was wrecked and banged up in some way.
Blood splatter, broken structures, and pieces of human remains that were torn apart were scattered in every nook and cranny you could think of. It was brutal and barbaric. Many of the bodies were unidentifiable of who they were with how their faces were mutilated—complete fucking overkill.
An angry vein popped on your face, your eyes narrowing in annoyance. This... ruthless scene only served to fuel your bad mood. Those bastards had to drop me off at the worse spot in this joint, huh? You scoffed, clearly unimpressed.
Your ears perked up as you could hear civilians screaming from a distance, a mixture of fear and pleading. You clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes as you turned away from the noise. Whoever done this could’ve at least done a solid job and killed everything before you arrived—that was their goal, right?
You sighed, your thoughts drifting off to something else. Particularly the recollection of what had made you end up here in the first place plaguing your mind.
You had been captured and locked away after another confrontation with Invincible, and you couldn’t believe you had been such an idiot to have been caught off guard. It was just so... ugh! Just so stupid, idiotic, and confusing!
That dull-witted superhero, Invincible, got into your head and messed with you. It was crazy—it drove you up the fucking walls when you thought back to the moment in that small dingy cell of yours.
A phantom bitter taste flooded your mouth, and you couldn’t help but bite your tongue.
Even with his yellow mask covering half of his face and its lens shielding his eyes—his face was so expressive, and you could see it clearly. It makes your skin crawl whenever you have to stare at it whenever he comes to you like this.
“There’s no way you’ve always been like... this.” He said—God, why did every time he’d confront you, he used that tone? That soft, aggravating tone was like he’s talking to a scared animal rather than a criminal who wanted nothing more for him to go away.
His expression made your skin crawl, his voice dug under your skin like an annoying tick, and the way he tried to reason with you made you want to rip your own flesh off.
“The fuck you know about that, pretty boy?” You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest as you sent a hard glare his way.
He only continued to stare at you with that same look, his shoulders relaxed and not in a rush in ending whatever this is. “You know—how many times are you going to give me these pep talks? There is never this much talking during a fight—probably ‘cause it’s a goddamn fight, not a book club.”
Invincible sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “However long it takes. You don’t hurt people and that’s good enough for me to think you can be redeemed.”
“Tell that to the people I sent to the hospital. I don’t think they’ll find me ‘redeemable’ material.”
“Okay, fine, I misspoke—you don’t kill people. Even then, you’re... different from the other villains. Your different from... everyone else.” He replied, taking a step towards you, pushing past the debris you caused.
The way he said that last part was breathy, like he was referring to something else. “I mean, it’s not too late to turn a new leaf. Change your ways.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. You’ve done it so much already between this exchange that you’re afraid they might get permanently stuck.
“What makes you so confident to say that, huh? Did you waltz in and take a psychology course and suddenly,” you gestured to your head as if it blew up, “boom! You know exactly what I’m thinking? What I’m capable of? Who I am?” You dryly snorted, an unamused smile gracing the corner of your lips.
“Maybe.” He couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. He found you effortlessly funny—entertaining. Whatever you do practically light him up like a Christmas tree in December. “We’ve fought long enough for me to know you pull your punches, drag out the fight just a few minutes more...”
“Oh really? Good job, detective. Thinking of changing professions now?” You sarcastically remarked.
Invincible hesitated, there was something at the edge of his tongue that he wanted to say but it was far too delicate to disclose. Or maybe he didn’t have the right words to articulate them well.
He cleared his throat, changing his mind. “... and I think you do that because you like the company I give you.” He continued, pushing past your sarcastic quip. “And I like giving it to you.”
There was a moment of silence.
Your breath hitches, a small—horrified squeal itching at the back of your throat. You took a step back, your face distorting into different emotions. What on Earth was he saying? “What—What the hell are you getting at?” You snarled, biting down the stutter that threatened to slip up your words. Though it seemed like he heard it as clear as day.
You clicked your tongue. “I’m going to kill you for this sappy shit your saying. You’re dumber than I thought if you reached to that conclusion.”
Invincible’s lips quirked into a smug grin, tilting his head to the right just slightly. “I don’t think you will—I also think we can be pretty good friends.”
... Friends? Is he crazy? Did some parasite go up his nose and into his brain that’s making him say these ridiculous things? Invincible is annoying, sure, but not downright delusional.
While you were lost in thoughts—wondering why the superhero was sprouting out less-than-regular nonsense—his shoulders stiffened as his eyes flickered behind you.
There was a G.D.A agent that had snuck up behind you, the invisibility they had on thanks to their high-tech gear disappearing. They had a gun in hand—and not the regular ones. It looked different, built with another purpose and functionality in mind.
“Wait, fuck, look out!” He screamed.
You immediately became tense, zipping around to see what was behind you. However, it was too late, the gun set off and a painful electric bolt stabbed into you.
The pain was irregular from just normal electricity; the pain was excruciating. Like one million needles were suddenly thrusted deep inside you at your very core. Your body immediately went limp, your knees first to fall to the ground as you were being subjected to absolute torture.
It hurt. It fucking hurt.
Invincible was shouting in the background—yelling about something. It was hard to focus with, you know, the pain.
Your body spasmed on the ground. You wanted to scream with how much it hurt, but only a squeezing choking sound escaped your throat.
“—what the hell! I had this all under control, why did you do that!” Invincible’s words seeped into your ear, and a quick ‘woosh!’ sound came faster than lightning to you.
The hero crouched next to you, quick to cradle your head in his lap as he watched your body involuntarily contract—each of your limbs shaking uncontrollably. It was difficult to watch.
He held your face upright on his lap, looking down at you with panic and worry. He was in clear distress, feeling his hands tremble as he cupped your face oh so delicately.
This—This little shit! Why was he acting like he didn’t plan for this, account for this? It made sense now, saying anything to catch you off guard using fake notions for friendship while some goon came up from behind. You should’ve known—should’ve fucking known.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck! You’re going to be okay, I’m—I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He apologized, sounding so apologetic as he continued to hold you.
You wanted to push him away, so you weren’t forced to look up at him and feel him. He held you so dearly and fearfully, and you didn’t like that. Not one bit.
His eyes shifted to the agent that had shot you, standing there silently. He glared daggers, anger swallowing him. “How do I make this stop! Tell me how to make it stop hurting them! Tell me!” He demanded.
Your body was quick to turn into a state of exhaustion, the pain being quick to overwhelm you. Black dots appeared in your vision, multiplying rapidly until everything just became a void as Invincible’s shouting faded into the distance.
The last thing you felt was your head being carefully set on the ground, a gust of wind flying past you. Then you heard the sound of someone choking, being strangled by something—Invincible still shouting.
You grimaced at the recollection. You couldn’t believe you easily got distracted by the—ugh—friendship talk. You should’ve known that he was just saying all that shit to throw you off, but with that hero it was always confusing! Everything he did threw you off!
Every other super would immediately get straight to business, throwing punches or whatever special ability they had when they came on scene and seeing firsthand at the absolute destruction you caused.
Sure, some of them stopped to say something cheesy and comical to make fun of you. Rex Splode was an example of this, his grating character throwing some bullshit joke. But even then, he and everyone else put the safety of civilians above ‘talking it out.’
Yet, with Invincible, it was the opposite. He seemed to be more concerned about you than the wreckage and terror you spread.
You would’ve brushed it off if he treated you and civilians equally—many superheroes had this high morality to their character, wanting to be a ‘bigger person’ so you were used to that—but that wasn’t the case for him.
Destroying downtown Chicago like it was a fun game of Godzilla loose on the town? He’d just sigh and shake his head, calling out to you as if he had just caught you in an embarrassing act.
Throwing a civilian in the air at full speed to slow him down because he had to catch them otherwise they’d die? Oh, Invincible will just catch the guy and go, “Come on!” in a stupidly playful way as if you had gone a little bit too far with playing around.
“Weirdo.” You shivered, his weird behavior never failing to make you feel wrong.
The next time you see Invincible, you will, for sure, kill him. Or erm, the Invincible of this dimension?
You had been dragged out of your cell and been briefed about some evil alternate Invincibles wreaking havoc all over the world, and they needed every available resource they got out there to fend off the evil variants.
And apparently you were included as an ‘available resource.’ Great.
Well, you supposed you could practice the best way to kill your Invincible with the knock offs. Even though you’re forced to do it, there’s no harm in seeing the good in the bad.
You jumped in the air, using the ground as a surface to leap off of. You were high in the air, peering down below.
Squinting, you scanned the area.
The destruction stretched for miles. Blaring cars and screams filled the air. You saw some injured civilians using each other as support to try and run to safety.
You averted your gaze to not look at the innocent people below—all those government assholes told you to do is fight off variants, not save lives. That’s their mission, not yours.
“NO! Please! AARRGHH!” You heard a blood curling scream screech up ahead, and your ears perked curiously. You decided to make your way towards it, jumping off destroyed buildings like a frog leaping off lily pads.
When you were close enough, you landed a few feet away.
You looked up ahead, seeing a tall figure standing before a freshly dead body. The skull was crushed, bits and pieces of brain spilled out from the cracks. You tilted your head, observing—assuming they were what they are from an educational guess—a variant.
He had no mask, his face on full display along with his mohawk haircut. His suit was torn on his shoulder, dust debris sticking to the spandex of his suit. He had a large shit eating grin on his face, visible smile lines accompanying it. He seemed to be having fun.
You were surprised. Is that what Invincible actually looks under the mask? Huh, I guess he is actually a pretty boy. You remarked in your head.
You put a hand on your hip as you continue to watch this Invincible variant. He began cackling to himself as he turned his head, his back facing you as he was choosing where to go next.
A smile creeped on your lips, your eyes dilating like a hunter watching its prey being unaware of what was behind them.
Without a second of hesitation, you leapt off the roof of the building you were on as you hurled towards Mohawk Invincible. You raised your fist, landing a solid hit on the upper part of his back between his shoulder blades—sending him flying to a brick wall.
“Score!” You whistled, his legs up in the air as his head was shoved into a patch of dirt. It reminded you of a groundhog burying its face in the ground, and it made you snort.
You slowly approached the downed variant. “Those G.D.A motherfuckers kept me in their basement for way too long, my body is all tense. Thank God I’m out, but fucking sucks I got a shock collar on me.” You hummed, talking to yourself.
You used the tip of your foot to leap from the floor—sending yourself flying to the variant with your leg ready.
Mohawk grumbled under his breath in a daze, “What—”
A harsh kick dug in his side, sending him flying once more. Though this time, he caught himself, jamming his hands into the ground to stop the momentum of your kick. He whipped his head up, swatting at the dust of dirt to see his assailant.
You used the cloud of dirt to your advantage, a tight fist meeting his jaw. It sent his head backwards, but he had dug his heel in to catch himself from being sent flying. He whirled his head back, extending his arms to tackle the person who had just sucker punched him.
You grunted, falling backwards. The mohawk variant didn’t waste time climbing on top of you, putting his whole-body weight to trap you.
You felt a hand grasp at your neck, a large amount of pressure squeezing at your throat following swiftly afterwards.
Mohawk Invincible raised his free hand ready to beat the shit out of whoever ambushed him, his eyes darting to your face.
His eyes were wide and angry, but an undertone of excitement in his emotions. That faded quickly, however, as the dust settled to reveal who was underneath him. His clenched fist softened, surprise and complete shock itched in the features of his face.
Mohawk blinked, taking in the familiar face that was struggling against him.
He waited for just a moment to see if your face would change into someone else’s, testing to see if his vision was playing tricks on him. Or maybe he finally went crazy with how long you two have been apart.
But no, nothing changed. You looked the exact same—minus a few details. Like how your hair was disheveled and the eyes that used to stare at him so lovingly held nothing but sharpy pointed daggers.
There was no doubt in his mind that he was staring right at this dimension’s version of you, and it made his stomach squeeze in delight. Mohawk was in disbelief and in awe.
“Oh, shit... (Y/N)?” He called out your name, a name that he hadn’t spoken out loud for the longest time. It felt strange to use it, but it felt so right too.
Your eyebrows furrowed, confused. Your chest felt heavy as the tone he used was the exact same one your Invincible used for you constantly.
“That’s me.” You hissed, watching how his gaze bore into you. Not with malice, hatred, or anger—just... nostalgia. His brown eyes blinked to the collar on your neck that was underneath his hand.
With him distracted, you took the opportunity to land a hit on Mohawk—his weight lifting as he didn’t brace for it.
You rolled the two of you over, and you connected your hands to his throat, pushing down.
“How do you know that name?” You questioned. He shouldn’t know your real name.
"Fu—Fuck—(Y/N)," He choked out, staring up at you with something you couldn’t recognize. It was something warm yet wretched, and you squeezed down harder as you stared into them.
Your Invincible always wore goggles so you never had to see his eyes. You faintly wondered if he had this look every time he looked at you. You scowled, that thought made you uncomfortable.
The look wasn’t hatred nor fear, not even anger. It was... some form of desperation. Not desperate to live, but desperate for something else. But that wasn’t right. It was more like... desperate for someone else.
"It's—It's you. Shit, it's—it's really you." He heaved out, his hands jumping to reach your arms. You expected him to dig his nails in your skin or try to snap a bone, but instead, he was holding them. There was no effort to tear your arms away.
Hell, he was actually using his thumb to caress you.
Your eyes squinted, not understanding what was happening but you didn’t release your hold—and he didn’t seem to mind as he sat his neck up, bringing it closer to the chokehold you had on him. He looked up at you with half lidded eyes, enjoyment in his eyes.
Your hands were—damn, they were still perfect. He could feel rough calluses which were certainly new, but it added to the experience rather than diminishing it. The familiar weight of your body on top of him threw him into euphoria and—oh, fuuckkk, he even got a whiff of your scent.
He wasn’t expecting to find this dimension’s version of you so soon. He held hope that this dimension of you was still alive, planning to go looking for you after he wrecked some shit to satisfy his end of the deal with Angstrom, but instead you found him.
He also wasn’t expecting you to jump at him like this—with incredible strength too. Your punches actually hurt a little bit, Mohawk still feeling the sting on his jaw.
Are you a super in this dimension? That would certainly make sense on why you jumped at him—but your suit looked like shit. It looked like a prison uniform rather than a functional superhero suit—
Actually. God. Who cares? Right now, he doesn’t care about whatever backstory you had. He could learn about it later because currently this little act was pretty fucking hot.
He bit his bottom lip, his hands sliding down from your arms to your waist. Jesus, that was the same too—he squeezed the familiar curve that he used to grab so much. He loved it—and he still does.
You were currently sitting on his stomach, but if you just moved your sweet ass a little lower, you’d be at a much more perfect spot. You can continue choking him however much you wanted, but if he could just nudge you a few inches down— [1]
You gasped, pulling your hands away as you recoiled backwards—jumping away from the man. The touch of his grabby hands lingered on your waist, and you shivered as you made a disgusted face.
“What kind of perverted freak are you?” You asked in disbelief, taking a defensive stance. So, your Invincible likes to scold your ear off and—what? This one likes to be touchy?
The Mohawk variant merely coughed, a laugh escaping him as he stood up from the ground. He brushed a hand over his Adam’s apple, his throat feeling empty now.
“What’s wrong, babe? Figured your Mark liked being choked with how quick and comfortable you were to do it to me.” He chuckled, his arms outstretched. "Can't blame a guy for enjoying the sample. You know—I'm kind of itching for another one, round 2?"
You shot him a quizzical stare, looking at him like he was crazy. “... Who the hell is Mark?”
“Your boyfriend, duh.”
Now you looked at him like he was an insane asylum patient.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Mohawk Mark rolls his eyes, snorting. “He doesn’t bag you?—Ah, whatever. Your friend or something. Looks like me but less attractive.” He brought a finger to rub the inside of his ear.
You only continued to stare at him like he was nuts. “I don’t know anyone with that name.” You reiterated, irritated at this odd interaction. The fact that he called you babe was not lost on you, and you wanted to punt his face in with the audacity he had to call you that.
That seemed to genuinely surprise him, his eyes wide.
Every single Mark variant had some sort of relationship with you. Friendship, partners, mentorship—anything up there. “You’re a super, right? You gotta know Invincible at least.” He asked, leaning forward trying to gauge what the hell this dimension’s Mark was up to for you not to know his civilian identity.
You scoffed. “Me? Superhero? Don’t fucking play with me. I’m not fighting you out of a heroic duty. I didn’t have much of a choice here.” You corrected his assumption, tugging at the collar that was beeping on your neck. "But Invincible? Yeah, I know him. He's the reason I got thrown into G.D.A's little dungeon and have this thing on me."
Not a superhero. Huh.
That left him a little dumbfounded. Actually, your whole attitude and demeanor left him dumbfounded. Not that he didn’t like it—he really did—but it was just different.
You were soft in his dimension, physically and personality wise. It was the same for the other dimensions according to some of the variants that shared stories about you on the ship. He didn’t contribute, only half listening. This certainly was not what he was expecting—but he liked the surprise.
“You’re not a good guy? Wow, that’s new to me. What’d you do to get thrown in there?”
You groaned, your shoulders sagging. You were frankly done hearing the nonsense that this Invincible variant was spitting at you. It makes you confused and annoyed. Does each version of this guy make it a point to talk so damn much each fight?
Not entertaining his question, you lunged forward.
He blocked your attacks, dodging your fists and leg jabs. “So, you’re bad? That’s pretty cool, I’m getting pretty excited.” He joked, though the way he said it indicated he meant it.
My God, he’s going to continue to talk?
“You’re going to definitely like me then. I’m pretty naughty, especially when it comes to fucking.” He cooed, winking at you flirtatiously. [2]
“Shut the fuck up.”
“It’s fine, we don’t have to get to the ultra-good stuff right now—we can continue this foreplay. Fun!”
“You’re more annoying than my Invincible.” You took a jump backwards, Mohawk leaping at you with a wild grin. You steadied yourself, preparing to hold your ground before a blur of black and blue intercepted.
You whipped your head to see what happened—and eyes widened as you saw that another variant was here. They wore the same black and blue palette that the Mohawk wore, but their face was fully covered by a black mask.
“Ya dick!” Mohawk screeched, pushing off the newly appeared variant. "I'm in the middle of something here, go somewhere else!"
The fully masked Invincible only slapped the other’s face to the ground as a response, standing up hurriedly to take a good look at you.
He had heard the commotion when passing through, and your voice had made his ears perk up.
It had been so, so long since he heard your voice. It’s been so long since he heard you speak—breathe. His body started moving before his mind could process that you were alive in this dimension, his instincts overriding his brain.
He breathed out your name, feeling his whole body go light as he took a hesitant step towards you. It really was you; his ears didn’t play tricks on him—not this time. “Your alive here. Alive and healthy...” He scanned your figure, and you tensed. “... and strong. That’s good.”
You clicked your tongue. "What am I supposed to be? Dead?"
“Yeah. In my dimension you died. You were sick.” He answered solemnly, his voice breaking as he took more steps to reach you. You responded by taking the same amount of steps back, keeping the distance.
This one was different than the other one—he was sad but still held that same desperation. Instead of it being shown through his eyes, it was through his quivering voice. "I've missed you; I've missed mom. Both of you meant so much to me—"
“—What is with this sentimental bullshit?” You cut him off, talking more so to yourself than him. You felt like you were intruding in some sort of sad romcom scene that wasn’t supposed to be directed at you, but it was.
This was really killing your appetite to kill Invincible.
You couldn’t help but ask, curiosity getting the better of you. "Did we know each other?" You apparently knew the pervert and now this sad guy too.
He flinched, looking physically hurt from the fact that you didn’t know how deep your two’s relationship was. Words compiled into one big ugly lump in his throat. He wanted to say everything and anything—and so much in between. “In my dimension we knew a lot of each other. We were—”
“—Well, I’m not whatever lame ass version you think I am.” You cut off, snapping, not wanting to learn more. You shouldn’t have asked anyway, that was your fault.
Your eyes darted to him and the mohawk one. You maybe had a shot in killing him, but two of them? It’s best to sneak off. It’ll be even worse if more Invincibles showed up.
Worse in the fighting aspect and worse in the... whatever you call this strange thing happening between you and these variants. Some alternate version of you apparently had relations with these mentally unwell men, and you didn’t want to find out how many more Invincibles had the googly eyes for you.
"That's okay! As soon as we find mom, you can get to know me, and I can get to know more of you. Then we can go home.”
“Hey! I found them first, I get dibs, dipshit!" Mohawk didn’t waste a second to spring into action, his face contorting at the fact the masked asshole wanted to be the one to take you home. He was taking you home, not a second-rate version of him.
He jabbed his finger into the masked Invincible’s chest, “Go cry to your mommy instead of moping around here! I was here first, fair and square.”
“Don’t talk about them as if they’re an object!” He shouted.
"Waaa! Waaa! That's what you sound like!"
You sweat dropped at the scene. They were acting like children fighting over a toy, though it worked out great in your favor as it gave you an opening to escape from this situation.
Turning on your heel, you were ready to make a break for it.
“You’re both immature.” A cold voice pointed out, and you froze. You snapped your attention up, spotting two Invincibles hovering in the air.
When did they get here? How long had they been there?
One adorned the signature colors of Omni-Man on the design of an Invincible suit; a red cape attached to his shoulders being a new addition to the look.
The other one wore a white uniform, with no resemblance to the Invincible suit beside how it was snug on his body. A cloth draped over his lower area, stopping just above the knee.
The Omni-Invincible had his arms crossed, his strong biceps popping out. He had a head tilt aimed at you. [3]
“Let me take a wild guess,” You sarcastically began, “you know ‘me’ too?”
They both answered at the same time with a clear resounding ‘yes.’
The red and white one looked over to the two variants that were squabbling with each other, but the white one kept his eyes on you, unblinking, making sure to see each move you made.
A move of a limb, a twitch of a finger—he wanted to see it all.
Your nerves screaming for you to get moving. I’m getting out of here. You jumped in the air, bolting through the sky, wanting to go literally anywhere that was far away from them.
.
.
.
You could hear something whirling a few feet behind you, nearing you hot and fast.
Amazing. Guess you weren't going to escape so easily.
A group of Mark Graysons from different realities sat in a rough circle, postured like they were at some kind of interdimensional support group. Except, instead of discussing trauma, morals, or the existential horror of being a multiversal constant, they were arguing over who had the best Reader.
Because apparently, that was the priority here.
Viltrumite!Mark crossed his arms, looking unimpressed. “Mine is obedient and listens to my every command.” His voice was laced with pride, like he was stating a universal truth. "No complaints, no resistance. They know their place."
Sinister!Mark scoffed, leaning back in his chair, his cape flaring dramatically as if the very air respected him. “Obedient?” he echoed, eyes glinting. “That’s boring. Mine created an entire rebellion against my empire.” He grinned, teeth sharp. “I kept them alive so we could fuck in between fights.”
Silence.
Some of the Marks shifted uncomfortably. Mohawk!Mark just nodded in approval. NoGoggles!Mark looked toointerested.
NoGoggles!Mark’s grin was feral, bruises barely healing from whatever fight he just crawled out of. “Mine likes to punch the living shit out of me!” he laughed, tilting his head like a dog listening for a whistle. “She really hates me! Like, actively hates me! It’s so fucking fun.”
Viltrumite!Mark and Sinister!Mark looked at him like he just said he enjoyed getting hit by a truck. Which, knowing him, he probably did.
Mohawk!Mark shrugged, amused. “Mine always has plans to kill me,” he said, scratching his chin like he was fondly remembering an assassination attempt. “Too bad she gets cock-drunk before she can actually initiate them.”
Sinister!Mark snorted. “Pathetic.”
Mohawk!Mark smirked. “Jealous?”
Sinister!Mark glared. NoGoggles!Mark looked like he wanted to fist-bump him.
Mainstream!Mark had been sitting there quietly, arms crossed, waiting for the nonsense to end. Now, he just shrugged and said, “I got mine pregnant.”
Silence.
Dead silence.
All the Marks stared at him.
Then, like some collective, hive-mind realization, their eyes glinted at the same time.
“Yeah,” Sinister!Mark mused, rubbing his chin. “I should do that next.”
“Damn,” NoGoggles!Mark muttered, a lightbulb clearly going off in his head.
Viltrumite!Mark simply hummed in approval, like it was already on his agenda.
Mohawk!Mark clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Guess I gotta stop dodging those baby traps.”
Mainstream!Mark’s face dropped. “Wait—NO—guys, that wasn’t—”
Too late.
The multiverse had just been given a really bad idea.
