Invincible war but maskless Mark, prisoner Mark, mohawk Mark, full mask Mark, shiesty Mark, and viltrum Mark are on the main Mark's side basically because "my wife asked me to", like sure maybe none of them use those exact words but like
That is why they're here
All of them want the yellow one dead also I think
only half, if not most, of the marks would admit out loud to the others about their true reasoning for helping out main mark. viltrum mark had zero shame, he didn’t even seem embarrassed when he spoke—“my partner had deemed i am required to extend a hand towards this dimensions version of me.” main didn’t know whether or not to thank viltrum, because he’s not doing this of his own free will.
prisoner mark flew above the rest, refusing to walk as he hummed with a smirk on his lips, his arms going behind his head as he floating—“ hey, mine too. don’t know why, i mean i just escaped that godforsaken prison and haven’t seen em in a while.” main looked up with an unamused expression as he shook his head, crossing his arms as the group continued onward, walking as their conversation intrigued the other variants.
a loud groan was heard as mohawk mark rolled his eyes, floating as well slightly above the ground. he looked annoyed of the conversation, “you’re all so pathetic, i didn’t even have a conversation with my partner. i told them what i’d do, and all they did was kiss me goodbye and asked me if im willing to change sides.” a few turned and side eyes mohawk, however he couldn’t care less, hes just upset that most of these marks let their partner walk all over them. he’s a hypocrite at the end of the day, not telling the others he was on his knees while explaining the situation to you, meanwhile you were offering words of realization, that maybe he didn’t have to be the psychopath everyone back at his dimension thought he was. mohawk mark decided he would correct his sins by saving this universe.
shiesty mark despite complaining the entire time, earning a few bruises from the others, scoffed at the other variants. “ha! fucking pussies, i did this out of my own free will. my partner just agreed with me.” the others could imagine the humongous smirk hiding under the veil, how confident shiesty was before main commented, “weren’t you threatened by them that if you didn’t do this they’d leave?” he questioned, to which shiestys goggles nearly popped out as he cursed at main mark—“who the fuck told you that! that was a private conversation you cokehead slut!” main chose to ignore the fuming variant, completely done with the topic in general before another voiced their own reasoning.
“they asked me nicely, i can never say no to my partner.” fully masked mark comments, his smile slightly visible. he decided to be the most vulnerable out of the group, trying to let out his repressed emotions he’s had for so long. he needs someone to listen to him talk about his wonderful and sweet partner, who’s better then other versions of himself? in his mind, they’re basically him, just went down different paths and have different styles. no one commented on his statement, only main mark gave him a little nod, turning back around while a few others booed at his comment. once again, he’s made fun of for expressing his emotions and vulnerability, mainly mohawk booed at him.
maskless mark stayed quiet, following behind the group as he ignored the conversation. his thoughts and mind were clouded with the thought of his partner back home, wondering what he’s doing right now as of this moment. main noticed the silence from one of his variants, while the others would argue whose partner was better or completely isolate themselves from the conversation after adding their bit. main slowed down, looking over at maskless—“hey, you doing alright or?” the variant looked up, his eyes meeting with main mark as he spoke. “yeah, just thinking about what my partner back home is doing.” out of the entire group, it seemed like maskless was the more private one out of everyone. his responses were vague, holding off on information as main mark nodded and kept up with the rest of the group.
“we can all agree that we want the freaky yellow one gone right? i mean who turns to cannibalism within two days.” mohawk mumbled as the others nodded in agreement. it seemed like they had a few things in common, besides being downright bad and obsessed with every version of you back home.
Request from Ao3: I would love to seriously see how the evil Marks would react to getting reader pregnant. There has to happen at least at one point! I can totally see them all collectively freaking out! I seriously hope there is one that goes "Our baby needs a bed fit for a Princess/Prince...you know what, let's just build them their very own castle! Fill it full of toys! Make it a castle playroom!"
...you don't really think this was an accident, do you?
Omni-Mark has been planning to babytrap you since day one. He's prepared every detail of this kid's life way before you were even expecting, from the place you'll give birth until the day their powers kick in everything is carefully thought through.
That doesn't mean he'll completely disregard your wishes, though the crucial decisions are set by himself. But he'd love to prepare the nursery according to your taste and wouldn't mind picking out names together either.
Just because he's overly composed on the outside doesn't mean he isn't secretly overjoyed, he's just bad at showing it.
After the initial shock Mohawk Mark is absolutely delighted. Never thought about the possibility before, but if it's with you, he's so ready to be a dad!
One might think his erratic and almost childish nature indicates he's not cut out to be a father, but he pulls himself together the second he hears the news. Gets advice from the few people he trusts on how to parent in general, but will mostly just wait and see.
Maybe that's a good thing, he'll keep you from overthinking too much with his silly behavior, but he also reminds you that you're in this together and you'll figure it out no matter what.
Buys all the toys. Seriously, this guy will be the greatest playmate for your kid, it'll be incredibly heartwarming to see him tend to his little buddy. He's really trying, give him credit.
Sinister Mark is utterly appaled. This is a literal nightmare scenario to him.
He is insane, but self-aware - and honestly, he's sure the last person who should have children. Not to mention, what if it turns out like him?!
His reluctance mostly stems from his antisocial personality. It was hard enough for him to accept this weakness that is his love for you, but letting another person into his rotten heart seems like an impossible task.
Can't bring himself to leave you, but throughout the whole ordeal he'll nag that this is a horrible idea and you both will have to suffer the consequences (when in reality he is just anxious to fuck everything up). Refuses to look at ultrasounds or involve himself in any planning, but is always vigilant about your well-being and makes sure you got everything you need.
As soon as he is persuaded unto holding it for the first time though, he's completely changed. "I only knew them for a day but if anything happens to them I'll kill anyone here and then myself" kinda way.
Hopefully they take after you, since you're the only person he could ever tolerate.
...of course you are? That's what you're supposed to do: give Target Invincible an heir.
Orders his subordinates into providing the literally best care in the entire universe for you and the unborn, and fulfills your every wish throughout your circumstance.
He's very thoughtful to the point of being controlling. You'll have a strict schedule, excercise and meal plan to stick to if you want to grant him peace of mind.
During this whole time he'll be unusual compliant and gentle, not once raising his voice or criticize you to spare you two any stress. Instead he showers you in praise for granting him this greatest wish of starting a family with someone he deemed worthy to carry his children.
Thats the first time you see No-Goggles Invincible serious. No laughter, no snarky remark, he just stares at you like a deer in the headlights.
Starting a family was never really on his mind, after all it was already out of character for him to stay in a - more or less - serious relationship with you. But hey, as random as he can be, he quickly grows fond of to the idea and adapts surprisingly well.
Keeps his cool for the most part and doesn't really seem to take this seriously. Finds it absolutely hilarious if you yell at him in your hormonal state and may even let you use him as a punching bag before shutting you up with a kiss.
He also really enjoys putting an ear on your belly to talk with his little one, and this continues even after birth. Poor baby never has a moment of quiet.
Due to his mission to repopulate his kind, having children with you has always been on Viltrumite Mark's To-Do list. It's a little early, but he ain't complaining.
From the very moment that he finds out about the pregnancy, you're not allowed to lift a single finger. Prepare to get coddled relentlessly.
Get's super clingy during the process, his hands are on your belly 24/7 even long before you start showing. In general his mood shifted, barely noticeable through his stoic nature but you know him well enough to know he is definetly excited.
This certainly won't stay your only child.
Prisoner Mark is not surprised. This guy has the biggest breeding kink ever, and he always knew you were the one for him, so...no use for protection.
He's got a huge community of loyal followers who got experience and are willing to help out with anything, but otherwise he's more the easygoing kinda guy. Is convinced a loving environment is all a baby needs and anything else you'd just take as it comes.
Literally worships you even more than usual. Indulges you by getting you any craving from earth, gives you as many back and foot rubs you want, carries your belly if it gets too heavy...
Just can't wait to meet his mini me and take them out on adventures!
To Unmasked Mark you're all that matters, so he will go with whatever choice you make.
It's already hard enough to see you - his heart - walk outside of his body, but another person he will most likely love to death, so small and even more vulnerable? A frightening thought.
Being a man with countless enemies, he feels like good things only happen to him so they can be taken away again as punishment for his sins. Really, he doesn't think he deserves such a blessing after all the evil he's committed in the past.
In the end this is only one more reason for him to keep living and strive to become a better man - and hopefully a father your child deserves.
Fully Masked Mark seriously doesn't know whether to be thrilled or terrified.
After all, pregnancy can be a great burden on your health and in some cases even lethal! He'll frequently spiral into absolute horror scenarios of how this could end up, so you need to help him focus on positive anticipation instead.
But aside from his usual worries this is a dream come true! Being reunited with the love of his life was already a miracle itself, and now he even gets to start a family with you?! He's just so unbelievably thankful that you're doing this with him, and constantly reminds you how he would do anything for the two of you.
Begs you to name it after his mom shall it become a girl.
It takes two to achieve this, but you'll never hear the end of it with Veiled Invincible.
Won't stop nagging about not being cut out to change diapers or missing the patience to endure a screaming kid day and night. He's got a point, dude barely can take care of himself, all he knows is fighting and having a good time.
Reality only sets in when he hears the child's heartbeat for the first time, and damn this guy cries like a kicked dog. You've seriously never seen him like this before. Hard shell soft core or so they say...
Childbirth really shifted his whole perception of how much you mean to him, he absolutely panicked seeing you suffer like this and not being bale to do anything about it.
Will thank you eternally for for convincing him to the best decision of his life and swear that despite of his many shortcomings, he will always keep you two safe and happy.
They watched you succumb to death in every twisted, agonizing way in their universes. Unable to prevent it, in this universe...
♡ It would be different ♡
Parts Available: The series is completed - 10 parts
☆ characters: MoHawk Invincible, Omni Invincible, Sinister Invincible, Viltrumite Invincible, Prisoner Invincible, No Mask Invincible, Phantom Invincible(Full masked), and Emperor Invincible.
☆ TW: Reader is manmade 'Viltrumite'
☆ WC: 5k+ [Part 1-]
☆ Author's Note: I'm truly sad I can’t find much Invincible variants x reader stuff, so I decided to make a story myself! This is going to be a long story with many parts, and I mean lonnggggg. If writer's block doesn't succumb me :P I also plan to include sexual content as well in later chapters. The first chapter is written in the first person; the others in the third.
First time posting on tumblr,
kinda nervous
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The ice cracked, a shudder running through my suspended form, the cryopreservation ending once again. It was a sensation I'd grown intimately familiar with, the cold, the forced awakening, the metallic taste of the seemingly invincible shock collar tightening around my neck. The small sparks of electricity traveling to the wet muscle trapped inside my head.
My dull eyes flickered open, adjusting to the harsh glare of the white lights of the GDA facility.
"Experiment 1-01, designated Y/N, reactivation complete," a cold, clinical voice echoed from the speakers. Cecil's voice. Always Cecil. The weak, old white man.
"What is it this time?" I growled, my voice rough from disuse.
My body felt heavy, a dull ache permeating every muscle. Slunking down on the platform I hiss. The heaters appearing from each side of the enclosure wall to warm my aching body back into submission.
"A... situation," Cecil replied, his tone unusually strained, "Multiple hostile entities, Invincible variants... Viltrumites in origin, are causing widespread destruction. We require your... assistance."
Hostile Viltrumites? My mind struggled to process the information. They were sending me, me, the weapon they kept locked away, against Viltrumite variants of Invincible? This had to be bad.
The ice finally fully melted away, and I was lowered onto the transportation platform. The shock collar pulsed, a constant reminder of my captivity.
I flexed my fingers, feeling the raw power thrumming beneath my skin. My wet hair sticking to the skin of my back. The tight suit clamped to my skin.
They'd honed me, pushed me beyond any natural limit. I was an experiment seemingly born in this dreadful prison. A test tube for them to fill with anything they dreamed of, and use needlssy. Dissecting my body apart to inject with the results of false experiments. Viltrumite blood, from the one Omni-man himself... I was their ultimate weapon in the face of no return. Crafted as the last stand in the face of no return, even if they were terrified to use it.
"What's the mission?" I asked, my voice flat. My eyes glued to the one sided glass wall, where I could sense the heat Signatures of multiple scientists and Cecil standing behind.
"Eliminate all hostile Invincible variants. No collateral damage," Cecil instructed, his voice laced with a thin veneer of control through the speaker.
No collateral damage? They were asking the impossible.
The transport platform hissed, lifting me from the cold, sterile chamber throught the many levels of the base. Finally to the surface of the GDA's hidden base.
My eyes widen, as I see the sky for the first time in so many long years. The soft blue sky, the cool chill crisp of fresh air, beautifully painted clouds strengthening across the blue canvas stretched above me. I raised my arms spinning softly with a laugh. Fuck it feels good to be out again! The shock collar suddenly pulsed, a cold, insistent command that made me freeze. "Eliminate all hostile Invincible variants," Cecil's voice echoed in my mind.
With a grumble, I launched myself into the air, a surge of raw power propelling me upwards. The world shrank below, the GDA facility becoming a mere speck in the distance.
I spread my arms, feeling the wind whip through my damp hair, as it instantly dried in the strong breeze of fresh air. The raw energy of flight coursing through my veins. This was what I was made for.
Zooming through the sky I break the sound barrier, flying into New York.
The city was a chaotic tapestry of destruction, plumes of black smoke rising like grotesque fingers, the skeletal remains of skyscrapers reaching towards the sky. Building Collapsing.
Once again I break the sound barrier with a thunderous boom, the air around me shimmering with heat. The raw, untamed power of flight, the sheer speed, it was soooo intoxicating.
The scents of the city assaulted my senses – burning metal, acrid smoke, the coppery tang of blood, and the faint, terrified screams of the dying citizens trying to hide and running. It was a symphony of chaos, a macabre orchestra conducted by the Invincible variant in New York.
And I, the weapon, was here to silence it.
A jolt of electricity from the collar snapped me back to the mission. "Focus girl. Eliminate target in New York. Identification, Mohawk Invincible."
My eyes scanned the ruined cityscape, looking onto a scene of imminent destruction for any sign of the killing machine.
A child, no more than a few years old, stood frozen in terror beneath a crumbling building, its foundations groaning ominously. I felt a flicker of something, a faint echo of... what? It was quickly extinguished by the collar's control. A child...weak...protect? No, mission.
With a burst of speed, I was there. I braced myself, catching the falling building with my bare hands, the concrete groaning under the strain as I held the collapsing building up.
I glanced at the child between my legs, its face a mask of terror streaked with tears and mucus. With one arm still bracing the collapsing structure, I scooped the small body against my chest. Its warmth was shocking, so different from the cold sterility of my existence. The tiny heart hammered against my suit, a frantic rhythm that stirred something protective within me.
Releasing my hold on the building, I launched us both skyward as tons of concrete and steel crashed to the street below. Dust and debris erupted in a massive cloud, consuming everything in its path as I carried the child to relative safety, landing on a section of street that wasn't actively burning.
The asphalt cracked beneath my feet, blackened and weakened by the heat of nearby fires. The child in my arms whimpered, one limb bent at an angle that spoke of fracture and pain.
I placed the small form on the ground, studying it with clinical detachment as its eyes, wide with terror, stared up at me. Unintelligible words tumbled from its lips, a litany of fear I couldn't process.
"Stay," I commanded, my voice devoid of warmth or reassurance. Yet as I reached down to brush a speck of blood from its cheek, a spark of something undefinable flared within me as tiny fingers clutched desperately at my hand. Why? Why do I feel this?
"Saving citizens is important, but defeating the threat is top priority." Cecil's voice intruded into my moment of connection, the implant in my head ensuring his control remained absolute.
I turned away, the mission reasserting its primacy in my consciousness. But a blur of motion caught my peripheral vision, a figure streaking across the sky on an intercept course.
"Finally, another fucking hero for me to fucking obliterate!!" A voice laced with manic glee echoed through the ruined streets as the figure—Mohawk Mark—accelerated toward me.
There was barely time to react. I pivoted sharply, using my body as a shield for the child, intercepting the charge with my shoulder.
The impact was cataclysmic, like colliding with a cruise ship. The force sent us both hurtling through the concrete wall of a nearby building, pulverizing it instantly. The shockwave rippled outward, shattering windows for blocks in every direction.
My body shot through the other side of the building, into the street where people were running.
The bodies of fleeing civilians exploded like fleshy water balloons as I crashed through them, the force of the impact turning them into a spray of blood and bone. I spat, the coppery taste of blood filling my mouth as I picked the strand of intestines off my shoulder, flicking it away. The child I'd tried to protect was now unrecognizable, I was clumsy and squeezed the child so tightly against me it exploded. reduced to a pulped mass of tissue in my arms, its blood staining the front of my suit. A flash of anger and envy flickered through me—this child's suffering was over while mine continued indefinitely—I felt a flash of anger and envy, before the emotions quickly dismissed within me.
"Insignificant," I hissed, dropping the remains with a wet splat onto the blood-slicked sidewalk.
Rising to my full height, I ignored the pain radiating through my system. Pain was merely information, and information could be disregarded. The mission remained paramount: eliminate the target. And now, the target had revealed himself.
Debris from the shattered building continued to rain down around me as I steadied my stance. My eyes—cold, calculating, devoid of mercy—locked onto the figure hovering above the rubble. Mohawk Mark. His blue and black suit hugged a physique identical to the original, but the spiky mohawk and the arrogant smirk set him apart.
"Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with cruel amusement that barely masked something deeper, "What do we have here? Another hero comes to play?—" His expression shifted, eyes widening slightly as he studied me more carefully. Recognition dawned in his gaze, followed by confusion that seemed genuine. "Wait... Y/N?"
The name struck me like a physical blow. Something flickered in the recesses of my mind, a half-remembered dream, perhaps, or an echo of a life that had been systematically erased.
I groaned, clutching my head as fractured images threatened to coalesce into meaning. The collar responded instantly, electricity searing through my neural pathways, burning away the nascent memories before they could fully form.
My mission remained untainted by sentiment: eliminate the target.
I launched myself at him. My fist aimed for his jaw with enough force to shatter concrete, but he reacted with equal speed, blocking the blow and retaliating with a devastating kick to my ribs.
Blood erupted from my mouth as the impact sent me crashing through yet another wall. The concrete disintegrated around me, offering no more resistance than tissue paper.
I rose from the wreckage without hesitation, the pain relegated to some distant corner of my consciousness as I assessed my opponent with newfound respect.
It had been a long time since anyone had landed a blow with such force.
Mohawk Mark landed before me, his expression a mix of confusion and something else I couldn't name. He was hesitating, holding back his attacks. Why?
"Y/N, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice tight with emotion. "Don't you remember me? Or did the fucking Mark of this universe not meet you?! Love you!" he hissed, frustration clear in every word.
"Target identified," I responded, my voice empty and cold. I ignored his words completely, they meant nothing to a weapon. "Elimination protocol engaged."
I lunged forward with everything I had, throwing punches that could level buildings. Each blow carried enough force to shatter concrete, aimed to destroy rather than just hurt. But he was good - too good - dodging and blocking with growing desperation in his movements.
Something was wrong. He wasn't fighting back with full strength. He was holding back, his eyes fixed on me with an expression I couldn't understand.
"Fucking stop, Y/N!" he yelled, his voice cracking with desperation. "You don't have to do this y-you bitc–!"
I ignored him completely, focused only on my mission. Finally, an opening! My uppercut connected with his jaw, sending him flying skyward. I followed immediately, delivering another crushing blow to his chest that sent him crashing through the roof of a nearby building.
I zoomed to where he landed, pulling my fist back for what should be a finishing blow. But he caught my punch, his eyes wide and filled with emotion that made me hesitate.
"Y/N... please," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. When I saw he wasn't defending himself anymore, I delivered a savage kick to his ribs that sent him smashing into a burning bus. The metal folded around his body like it was made of paper.
"Shut up," I growled, feeling nothing as I approached. "You're a target. Nothing more."
He struggled to his feet, his mohawk now crooked, his blue and black suit torn and stained with blood and dirt. Despite the beating, his eyes never left mine.
"But... it's me, Mark! Don't you fucking remember?!" The pain in his voice wasn't just physical.
Remember? The word bounced around inside my empty mind. Remember what? My life was the cold lab, the endless tests, the collar's constant shocks. There was nothing before that. Nothing to remember.
I charged at him again, aiming for his throat this time.
He dodged, grabbing my arm as he pulled me down for a punch and suddenly freezing as his eyes locked onto the collar around my neck. Something changed in his expression, understanding dawned.
"Shit, I mean it, stop!" he yelled, his voice mixing anger and desperation. "You don't have to do this! Are they fucking controlling you?!"
The collar sent a massive shock through my body, making my vision blur and my muscles spasm. I stumbled backward, momentarily stunned. He used the chance to grab my head, his fingers pressing against my skull as he pulled my head back to look at him directly. My eyes drazed against his fierce ones.
"Fucking listen to me!" he pleaded, his grip gentler than it should be. "I know who you are! I... loved you in my universe! B-before you—" His voice caught in his throat, and I watched, strangely fascinated, as tears formed in his brown eyes. His hands loosened, now almost cradling my head instead of restraining me.
Loved? The word was strange, meaningless to me. What did it mean to be loved? I shook my head, trying to clear the fog from the collar's shock. For a brief moment, I felt the control slipping, something else trying to surface. But it passed quickly, and I snapped back to my purpose.
Kill.
"Fucking listen to me, Y/N," he begged, his voice rough with emotion. "They're controlling you! That collar... it's controlling your damn mind!"
I answered with my elbow, smashing it into his face with all my strength. I felt his nose shatter under the impact. Blood sprayed as he staggered backward, yet he looked unharmed.
I didn't hesitate, unleashing a storm of punches that would crush a normal human to paste, but he wasn't normal, he was a variant of Invincible. He easily blocked and dodged, but I was relentless.
"Eliminate... target," I mumbled, my voice sounding strange even to my own ears.
As I paused to gather strength for another attack, he lunged forward and grabbed me by the shoulders. Despite everything I'd done to him, his grip was surprisingly gentle.
"SHIT, you have to fight it, Y/N!" he urged, his eyes burning with intensity. "You're stronger than this! Tell me who's controlling you! I will fucking murder them!"
I struggled against his grip, my body fighting like a puppet on strings as the collar shocked me repeatedly. But something about his words, his voice - they were cutting through the fog in my mind, stirring something buried deep inside me. Fight? How could I fight what I was?
"She's not listening," a new voice called out, calm but commanding, making both of us freeze. "She simply can't.. She wasn't made for you, she was made for me."
A new figure landed beside Mohawk Mark - another Mark variant, but this one wore a red and gray suit. A mask with black eyesless goggles. Omni Invincible. His mask couldn't hide his grim expression as he studied me. "Plus, the collar has her completely under their control."
"We have to stop her," another voice hissed as a figure in dark blue and black landed heavily on the rooftop. Phantom Mark. His voice carried deep pain and barely controlled rage. "She's being used... I can't bear to see her again... not like this..."
Used? Why did they care what happened to me?
"Used?" A mocking voice cut through as another Mark variant landed directly in front of me and Mohawk. This one wore black and yellow - Sinister Mark. His smile was cruel as he stared at me with open interest. "She's a weapon. A god damn killing machine. And we're her targets." His grin widened, predatory and cold. "She's perfect, so much better than the fucking pathetic Y/N of my universe."
Perfect? What did he mean? Another... me?
More Mark variants began to arrive, surrounding me on the rooftop. Each one showed recognition when they saw me, their faces displaying a mix of shock, grief, and something that looked like desperate hope. Viltrumite Mark, Emperor Mark, Prisoner Mark, and No Masked Mark all landed around me. Every threat I was supposed to eliminate was gathering in one place.
"Y/N," Viltrumite Mark said softly, his voice almost tender, his brown eyes wide with disbelief. A stark contrast to his white suit. "Wow... you look just like her. Just like my Y/N. Your face, that beautiful face... and your—" He stopped suddenly, his gaze fixing on the collar around my neck. His expression shifted from wonder to anger.
They all knew me? How was that possible when I didn't know any of them?
I felt something touch my back - warm, gentle - and it broke my frozen state. I lashed out blindly, my fist connecting with No Masked Mark who had tried to hug me. The impact sent him flying across the rooftop. Warmth? No. Target.
The electricity from the collar intensified, becoming nearly unbearable. I staggered under the pain, blood dripping from my nose as my vision blurred. My arm froze mid-swing as my muscles began to lock up. My strength was fading. But I must keep fighting.
"I believe she's too far gone," Emperor Mark said grimly, resignation heavy in his voice. "We have to disable her..."
"Are you fucking insane?! Hell no!" Mohawk Mark shouted, stepping between me and the others. His voice shook with fierce protectiveness. "I watched her die in my universe and I will not let it fucking happen again!"
Die? What did that mean?
The Marks surrounded me, their expressions complex mixtures of determination, sorrow, and fear. They weren't attacking to kill, they were trying to subdue me, to break the collar's hold. But every hit made the collar shock me harder.
Phantom Mark attacked first, moving faster than I could track in my weakened state. His fist aimed for my shoulder, and I managed to catch his arm, but the force still sent me staggering backward. I wasn't prepared for this coordinated attack, especially since they seemed to be holding back.
Omni Mark followed with a precise kick to my ribs. I twisted my body to block, but the impact still sent shockwaves of pain through me, launching me into the sky.
Viltrumite Mark and Emperor Mark moved together with perfect coordination, their attacks aimed to disable, not kill. They fought with ruthless efficiency, their movements showing years of combat experience. I blocked and countered as best I could, but their combined assault was overwhelming.
Prisoner Mark and No Masked Mark fought with less precision but equal power. Their attacks were wild and unpredictable, making them hard to counter. I dodged a powerful swing from Prisoner Mark only to be caught by a kick from No Masked Mark.
Mohawk Mark moved differently from the others. His eyes never left mine, filled with desperate pleading. His attacks lacked killing intent - he was trying to restrain me rather than hurt me. He repeatedly tried to grab me, to hold me still, but I was too quick.
And then there was Sinister Mark. He moved like a predator stalking prey, his attacks brutal and precise. His eyes gleamed with cruel enjoyment, fixed on me with disturbing intensity. He wasn't just fighting - he was enjoying every moment.
He feinted high before kicking my knee with savage force. Pain shot through my leg as I stumbled. He immediately followed with a vicious uppercut to my jaw that made my vision go white for a moment. I spat blood, the metallic taste filling my mouth as I nearly bit through my tongue.
"Come on, Y/N," he taunted, his voice low and excited. "Show me what you've got."
Unlike the others, Sinister Mark wasn't holding back. He reveled in the violence, moving with brutal efficiency. A predatory grin never left his face as he aimed to cripple me. His fist connected with my jaw again, sending another shockwave through my skull. I managed to retaliate with a kick to his chest that sent him crashing through a skyscraper.
New York was completely destroyed around us. I can't handle all eight of them at once. There are too many... but I have to fight. Must focus.
"Enough!" Omni Mark shouted, his voice echoing through the ruined city. His face was set with grim determination. "We have to end this!"
He launched himself at me with perfect control and precision. Before I could dodge, he grabbed me in a powerful bear hug, pinning my arms to my sides, his chin pressing to the top of my head. I struggled against his grip, trying desperately to break free, but he was too strong, and I was weakening by the second.
The other Marks surrounded me, their combined strength impossible to overcome. Their expressions mixed pain and resolve as they held me tight. I hissed and fought, biting Sinister's hand when he tried to touch my face. He pulled back, laughing as he licked the drop of blood from his hand.
"She's so feisty, I love it~" he purred, eyes gleaming.
"Stop! Come on guys, we have to get this fucking collar off," Phantom Mark said, his voice strained with sorrow. "That's the only way to free her."
Mohawk Mark reached for the collar, his fingers trembling. Fear and determination battled in his eyes as he hesitated.
"If we remove it, she could lose control," Omni Mark warned gravely. "She could destroy everything, or worse... we could lose her."
"It's the only chance we have," Mohawk Mark replied firmly, his fierce eyes locked with mine. For a moment, they softened with an emotion I couldn't name. "We have to trust her."
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and gripped the collar around my neck.
"AHHHHHHH-!" A scream of pure agony tore from my throat as he tried to break the collar. The device unleashed its final defense - a massive electrical current that ripped through my entire body and into anyone touching me. The pain was beyond anything I'd ever felt, beyond what any human could survive.
The world around me faded to white as electricity consumed everything.
-♡-
The air crackled with raw energy, the shockwaves from the collar's defense system rippling outwards like violent tsunamis across the already devastated rooftop.
Y/N's screams tore through the ruined city, a primal, guttural sound that sliced through the hearts of the gathered Marks like a heated blade. Her body convulsed violently in their grip, crimson streams of blood trickling from her ears as her eyes rolled back, revealing only whites.
Omni Mark's muscles strained beneath his crimson and slate-gray suit, veins bulging like ropes under his skin as he maintained his vise-like grip on Y/N. Despite the electrical current surging through him, his face remained a mask of controlled determination, only the slight twitch at the corner of his right eye betraying his agony.
"Hold steady," he commanded, voice unwavering despite the pain. His gaze never left Y/N's face, studying every expression with obsessive intensity. "The collar's defense system is activating exactly as anticipated. Maintain your positions." Behind his disciplined exterior, a possessive gleam flickered in his eyes.
"FUCK! This hurts like a motherfucking BITCH!" Mohawk Mark roared, spittle flying from his mouth as he yanked at the collar with manic desperation. His once-proud mohawk now drooped pathetically to one side, plastered to his scalp with sweat that poured down his face in rivulets. His wild, bloodshot eyes darted frantically between Y/N's contorted face and the other Marks. "Back the FUCK off, assholes! This is MY moment with her!" he snarled when Emperor Mark moved closer, his voice cracking with equal parts pain and possessiveness.
Viltrumite Mark held Y/N's thrashing legs with unwavering strength, his pristine white uniform now marred with smoking char marks. Unlike the others who grimaced and cursed through their pain, he maintained an almost regal posture—back ramrod straight, chin lifted imperiously even as electricity danced across his skin.
"Such primitive technology," he remarked coldly, his voice carrying the smooth, cultured tones of someone accustomed to absolute obedience.
His steely gaze traced the contours of Y/N's face with unmistakable ownership. "In my empire, she would have been conditioned properly. My Y/N required no such crude devices to ensure compliance." His fingers tightened possessively around her ankles, leaving white imprints on her skin.
No Masked Mark hovered anxiously at the periphery, bouncing on his heels like an impatient child. His unmasked face, so similar yet different from the others, contorted with a peculiar mixture of eagerness and uncertainty.
"Will she remember me when she wakes up?" he asked, voice tinged with hope that seemed bizarrely out of place amid the destruction.
His eyes never left Y/N's face, a hungry desperation evident in his gaze. "I won't let you suffer like William and my Y/N did," he murmured, the words tumbling out in a rushed whisper before his expression hardened again with determination.
Phantom Mark's grip on Y/N's arm was white-knuckled, his midnight blue and obsidian suit smoking where electrical feedback scorched the material. Unlike the others whose focus remained entirely on Y/N, his haunted gaze occasionally darted to the ruined cityscape surrounding them, as if seeing ghosts in the debris.
"We're going to lose her!" he cried out, voice thick with an emotion he couldn't fully suppress.
The perpetual fury that typically blazed in his eyes momentarily gave way to raw grief—a glimpse into the trauma that drove him. "She looks just like my Y/N when they took her from me." His grip tightened, unwilling to let go even as the pain intensified, a guttural yell tearing from his throat as another surge of electricity pulsed through them all.
Emperor Mark strode forward with the confident swagger of royalty despite the crisis unfolding before him. His uniform, adorned with subtle gold embellishments, smoldered at the edges as he moved to assist despite Mohawk's furious objections.
"This primitive technology is beneath us," he declared, his voice carrying the practiced resonance of one accustomed to addressing multitudes.
His movements were precise, efficient, a ruler accustomed to servants handling menial tasks now forced to act himself. "In my empire, she would have been treated with the respect befitting her connection to me." His eyes tracked possessively over Y/N's convulsing form as he grasped part of the collar, a barely audible hiss escaping through clenched teeth as electricity surged through his fingertips.
Through it all, Sinister Mark prowled the perimeter of the group like a predator assessing wounded prey. Unlike the others who betrayed their pain through grimaces and curses, his lips curled into a twisted smile that never quite reached his cold eyes.
The black and yellow of his suit seemed to absorb the shadows around them, making him appear more demon than man as he circled the struggling group.
"Look at you pathetic fuckers," he sneered, voice dropping to a dangerous purr that somehow cut through the cacophony of pain and destruction. "All of you, burnt and crying over her like she's the last woman in the multiverse." His eyes gleamed with cruel delight as they raked over Y/N's suffering form, lingering on the places where her suit had torn during the battle. "Mine was weak, useless when it mattered," he continued, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. "But this one..." His voice trailed off into an appreciative growl. "This one has real potential."
He continued circling them with predatory grace, each step deliberate and measured, like a lion stalking gazelles. The others, too focused on Y/N and their own pain, barely registered his calculating assessment until he suddenly stepped forward with decisive purpose.
"We'll do it my way," he declared, voice slicing through their collective agony with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel. "Otherwise she's fried, and none of us gets what we want." There was no benevolence in his offer—only ruthless pragmatism and thinly veiled desire.
Sinister Mark moved into position with fluid grace, eyes locking with each Mark in turn. His gaze was sharp and challenging, daring them to defy him while simultaneously asserting dominance. "We're going to rip that collar off her neck, all at the same time. Understand that, you idiots?"
"But the shock—" Omni Mark began, his typically calculated façade cracking slightly as another surge of pain tore through his body.
"The shock is killing her!" Sinister Mark snapped, genuine anger flashing in his eyes like lightning. For the briefest moment, something almost like concern flickered across his features before being submerged beneath his usual cruel demeanor. "We either pull it off now, together, or she dies. Are you all going to be useless now?"
Despite their differences, despite the simmering tensions and individual desires to claim Y/N for themselves, the Marks exchanged glances of reluctant agreement. In this moment, keeping her alive took priority over their competition.
Sinister Mark positioned himself beside Omni and Mohawk, placing his hands on the collar with surprising gentleness.
A low, unsettling laugh escaped his lips as electricity coursed through him—the pain seemingly pleasurable to his twisted mind. Prisoner and No Masked Mark grabbed the other side, their faces twisting into grimaces of determination. Phantom and Viltrumite followed suit, hissing breaths escaping through clenched teeth.
"On my mark," Sinister commanded, voice cutting through the chaos with sharp authority. "One..." His fingers tightened around the collar. "Two..." His eyes locked onto Y/N's face with possessive intensity. "THREE!"
With a collective roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of what remained of New York City, the Marks pulled.
Omni Mark and Mohawk Mark yanked with such force that tendons stood out like steel cables in their necks, while Viltrumite and Phantom used their strength to counter Y/N's violent convulsions. The air around them crackled and sparked with deadly energy, the building beneath them crumbling further as a deafening SNAP echoed through the ruins.
The collar broke free.
The electrical storm ceased instantly, energy dispersing into the air with a final concussive shockwave that sent debris flying in all directions.
Y/N's body went limp between them, her screams fading to an eerie silence that felt more ominous than her previous agony. The Marks, exhausted and scorched, collapsed around her on the rooftop, their breath coming in ragged gasps that disturbed the settling dust.
Sinister Mark recovered first, shoving Mohawk aside with unnecessary force to kneel beside Y/N's still form. His eyes traveled over her with unmasked hunger as he reached out to trace the line of her jaw with surprising gentleness—a predator admiring his prize. "She's still alive," he announced, voice unexpectedly soft, almost reverent. "But barely..."
"Get your fucking hands off her," Mohawk Mark growled, struggling to his knees despite his injuries. His normally arrogant demeanor was stripped away, leaving raw desperation in its place as his eyes never left Y/N's face. "I found her first, you sick piece of shit."
"In your juvenile fantasies perhaps," Emperor Mark countered icily, moving closer to Y/N's limp form despite his weakened state. His regal bearing remained intact even while injured, chin lifted with imperial disdain as he regarded Mohawk. "She requires proper care and guidance, which only I am qualified to provide."
Omni Mark silenced them with a sharply raised hand, his authoritative presence reasserting itself even while injured. "Enough," he commanded, voice brooking no argument. "She needs time to recover before any of us make claims."
His eyes, however, told a different story—calculating grey depths already mapping out strategies to separate Y/N from the others when the moment was right.
The Marks exchanged wary glances, temporarily united by their shared goal but irrevocably divided by their desire for the same prize. They had saved Y/N from the collar's control, but the battle for her had only just begun—a new war brewing beneath the surface of their temporary alliance.
"We need to get her out of here," Omni Mark said, his voice low and urgent as his eyes methodically scanned the horizon. His brow furrowed in a deep, concerned frown that belied his typically impassive demeanor. "Angstrom won't wait forever. We still have a mission to complete."
A tense silence fell over the group, heavy with unspoken implications. The mission. The destruction of this universe. It was their objective, their reason for being here. But now, with Y/N lying before them, their priorities had irreversibly shifted.
"What now?" No Masked Mark asked, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes, wide and filled with an almost childlike worry, never left Y/N's face. His features drawn and pale, he anxiously gnawed at his lower lip—a nervous habit that revealed the youth beneath his power.
The original mission, Angstrom Levy's directive to destroy the mainstream universe, loomed over them like a shadow. They were here to wreak havoc, to dismantle this reality and claim it for themselves. But the discovery of Y/N had thrown their carefully orchestrated plans into beautiful disarray.
"Well we can't just fucking leave her here, dipshit," Mohawk Mark snapped, his voice cracking with emotion despite his attempt at his usual abrasiveness. His jaw set in a determined line, eyes blazing with fierce protectiveness as he hovered over Y/N's still form. "Not like this anyway. We need to find somewhere safe—" He trailed off, gaze darting around the ruined cityscape as if a solution might materialize from the rubble.
"A safe place?" Prisoner Mark scoffed, voice dripping with bitter cynicism. The scarred tissue of his face twisted into a mocking grimace as he gestured at the devastation surrounding them. "In this ruined world? We destroyed everything worth saving." Despite his harsh words, his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern as they drifted to Y/N's unconscious form.
"We'll find one," Viltrumite Mark stated with cold certainty, voice carrying the weight of imperial decree. His eyes, usually hard as flint, softened imperceptibly when they fell upon Y/N. "There must be somewhere untouched by our... activities." The slight hesitation in his typically smooth delivery revealed an unusual uncertainty.
"We can't abandon Angstrom's mission either," Omni Mark countered pragmatically, crossing muscular arms over his broad chest. His analytical mind was already formulating contingencies, weighing variables with machine-like efficiency. "He'll notice something is wrong if we deviate too significantly from the plan."
Sinister Mark rose to his full height, rolling his shoulders as if shedding a burden. His eyes—cold and calculating—swept across the ruined cityscape with predatory assessment. His features hardened into a mask of ruthless determination as he reached a decision.
"We'll do both," he declared, voice a low growl that somehow carried more authority than Omni Mark's reasoned commands. "We continue the destruction," he elaborated with a careless shrug that belied the intensity of his gaze, "but first, we take her somewhere safe."
He sighed—an oddly human gesture from such a monstrous figure—and pointed toward the outskirts of the city, where the skeletal remains of skyscrapers gradually gave way to the dense, seemingly untouched wilderness beyond. "There," he stated with absolute certainty. "We'll find a secluded spot, somewhere Angstrom won't think to look. Somewhere we can... protect her."
The way he lingered over the word "protect" sent an involuntary shiver through the group, but none dared contradict him. With a collective nod of reluctant agreement, the Marks carefully lifted Y/N's limp form, each positioning themselves to maintain contact with her—their movements gentle despite their immense strength. Viltrumite Mark delicately wiped a droplet of blood from her cheek with a tenderness that seemed entirely at odds with his imperial bearing.
They rose into the air in tight formation, carrying their precious cargo through the smoke-filled sky, leaving behind the ravaged husk of what had once been New York City.
Eventually, they found a secluded cabin nestled deep within the dense forest, a small, unassuming structure that seemed miraculously untouched by the chaos they had unleashed upon the world. Inside, they discovered a lone occupant—an elderly man whose rheumy eyes widened with terror at the sight of eight identical men, each bearing the face of destruction that had dominated emergency broadcasts before they failed.
A swift, brutal act silenced his frightened cries, leaving the cabin empty and waiting for its new occupant—a practical necessity that none of the Marks questioned or regretted.
They laid Y/N on the worn wooden floor of the small cabin with surprising gentleness. Her body remained still and pale against the rough-hewn planks, face tear-stained and peaceful despite the violence of her liberation. Tendrils of her hair fanned out around her head like a dark halo, slightly frizzed from the electrical assault she had endured. The Marks gathered around her in a protective circle, their expressions a complex mixture of concern, determination, and barely concealed desire as they gazed upon the woman who mirrored the one they had each lost in their respective universes.
"We'll take shifts," Omni Mark announced, instantly assuming command with practiced ease. His calculating eyes scanned the modest room with meticulous attention to detail, mentally cataloging potential threats and escape routes. "Someone will stay with her at all times. The rest will continue the destruction, maintaining our cover while we monitor her condition."
"And the mission?" No Masked Mark questioned anxiously, raising his arms in a helpless gesture. His youthful features contorted with uncertainty, clearly torn between their original destructive purpose and this unexpected development.
"We'll continue," Omni Mark replied with firm assurance, locking eyes with No Masked Mark. He placed a steadying hand on the younger variant's shoulder, grip firm but not unkind. "But we'll approach it strategically. Create diversions, spread out our forces, minimize unnecessary collateral damage. We'll maintain the appearance of following Angstrom's directives, but our true priority remains here." His eyes flickered meaningfully toward Y/N's unconscious form.
"She'll wake up," Mohawk Mark insisted with desperate conviction, roughly wiping at his reddened eyes with the back of his hand. The vulnerability in his voice was startling, stripping away his carefully constructed arrogance to reveal raw emotion beneath. "She fucking has to. She can't leave me again... not after I just found her."
Sinister Mark observed Mohawk's naked emotion with evident disgust, a contemptuous sneer curling his lip. Yet when he moved forward to kneel beside Y/N, his movements possessed an unexpected grace, almost reverent in their precision. His fingers—capable of crushing steel and ending lives without effort—traced the delicate lines of her face with obsessive gentleness, exploring every curve and hollow as if committing them to memory.
"She will," he said, his voice a low, rumbling growl that seemed to vibrate through the cabin's wooden bones. Unlike the desperate hope in Mohawk's tone, Sinister's words carried the weight of absolute certainty—a predator's confidence in claiming what he considered already his. His eyes—typically cold and calculating—burned with an intensity that made the other Marks shift uncomfortably. "And when she does, we'll be ready; waiting for those beautiful eyes to reopen to us."
The possessive emphasis he placed on "us" fooled no one—least of all himself. His fingers lingered a moment too long on the pulse point at her throat, his expression momentarily softening into something almost tender before the mask of cruelty slammed back into place.
The Marks had a new mission now. The destruction of the mainstream universe still bound them by obligation and necessity, but they were now equally bound by a newfound sense of purpose—a desperate, collective desire to protect the woman they had found. She was both stranger and intimately familiar, a phantom made flesh, the woman they had each lost in their respective universes, and now, the woman they were collectively determined to save—from others, from the world, and perhaps from themselves.
They began dividing their forces with military precision, Omni Mark drafting plans with Emperor Mark's input while Viltrumite offered cold, tactical suggestions. They would spread across different continents, maintaining the façade of random destruction that Angstrom expected, while rotating shifts to ensure Y/N was never left unguarded. Paris would fall next, then Moscow, Tokyo, and beyond—a symphony of calculated chaos designed to mask their true priority.
The first day of their war against this universe was far from over, but the discovery of Y/N had fundamentally altered its purpose. What had begun as simple conquest—the destruction of one universe among infinite possibilities—had transformed into something far more complex and personal. Each Mark now fought with renewed purpose, their actions guided not merely by Angstrom's directives but by the silent promise they had made to the unconscious woman in the cabin.
The mission was no longer just about conquest; it was about salvation—about reclaiming a lost love, about rewriting a tragic fate that had played out eight different ways across eight different realities. In their own universes, they had failed her, each in their own way. Too weak, too late, too cruel, too blind—their regrets took different forms but shared the same bitter taste. This Y/N offered something none of them had dared hope for: a second chance.
They would keep this Y/N safe at any cost, jealously guarded even from each other. None spoke this truth aloud, but it hung in the air between them, a silent agreement underscored by watchful gazes and lingering touches.
"Mohawk stays with her first," Omni Mark announced, his tone making it clear this was not a suggestion but a command. His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly at the flash of rebellion on Sinister's face. "He found her first. We'll rotate every six hours. No exceptions."
The others nodded with varying degrees of reluctance, Viltrumite's jaw tightening with barely contained objection while Emperor Mark's fingers drummed an impatient rhythm against his thigh. Only Sinister Mark seemed truly at ease, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth as if he already saw moves ahead in a game the others didn't realize they were playing.
As the Marks departed one by one to continue their orchestrated destruction across the globe, Mohawk Mark settled beside Y/N's still form. Alone at last, his carefully maintained façade of arrogance and anger crumbled like the buildings they had destroyed. With shaking fingers, he gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch feather-light against her skin.
"I found you again," he whispered, voice cracking with emotion he would never show the others. "And this time, I won't fucking lose you. I swear it."
Outside the cabin, a gentle breeze stirred the trees, nature continuing its rhythms oblivious to the schemes of gods and monsters. Inside, a different kind of war was just beginning—one fought not with fists and fury, but with patience and possession. Eight versions of the same man, each determined to claim what they believed was rightfully theirs alone.
And at the center of it all, still and silent, lay Y/N—oblivious to the tempest her very existence had unleashed, unaware that she had become the eye of a storm that would reshape this universe and perhaps beyond.
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☆ TBC!! ☆
Hope ya'll liked it ♡ Leave a comment on whatya think!!
next chapter will be from Mohawk's p.o.v
next part: Pt.2 ☆ 10 parts total! - The series is completed
Smut included with Sinister and Mohawk
Fluff/Smut series following main one!! (𝙰𝚣𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚜) pt.1-2-3
Part two of the delusional Mark drabble. (This time with his variants)
This is a continuation of the delusional Mark! This time it's with his variants. I hope that I captured how delusional and sick the variants are correctly. Again, I have not watched invincible or read the comics cause I'm a fucking pussy so bear with me plz.
You can read it here! cannibalism is mentioned in this, and guess who (you'll get a cookie)
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Mark left you completely cut off from the rest of the world, destroying any form of communication that you could use, but at least he paid for cable and whatever streaming service you wanted. So you can binge-watch all your favorite shows and movies. He didn't want to die from boredom.
You decided to turn on the news to see what's going on since you no longer have TikTok or Twitter. The news anchor reported multiple attacks on major cities all over the world: Hong Kong, Chicago, London, Moscow, etc. These attacks were caused by one or multiple persons: Invincible.
You turned off the news, taking a moment for yourself as you looked at the blank screen. Your family was in Chicago (or wherever Mark lives), and your friends! You were safe from immediate danger as you were in an isolated place.
Your assumption would be correct if it weren't for the fact that the variants did the same thing to you in their dimensions. Although you tragically died in all of them. Now, they're going to take what's rightfully theirs. Good thing they know where you are.
(They show up at the location Mark took you to.)
Sinister Mark
It was a shame how you died, but it was really your fault! Mark wasn't in the wrong; you were! If you had just been more submissive and compliant, you wouldn't have died. Mark wouldn't have to snap your neck, watching your body go limp before collapsing.
"Why did you make me do that, bunny? Why did you make me hurt you... dumb bunny." Mark mumbled as he held your head, looking at your lifeless eyes. He scoffed and started manically laughing. No, even in death, you weren't going to escape him. He refuses to let you go.
He cannibalized your body, so you'll always be a part of him. You tasted so good... your blood tasted sweet, your flesh was tender, especially the thighs: Mark's favorite part. He savoured your flesh, storing some for later whenever he needed to remind himself of you.
He even kept your head in a jar, pretending to touch it as if you were in front of him. You'll always be with him; death will not separate you from him.
Now, here you were, in front of him with fear in your eyes; the same way you looked at him in his dimension. Mark reveled in your fear, filling his body with dark, primal satisfaction. You looked the same as when he killed you. He wonders if you scream and cry the same way. Oh, just the thought makes him excited.
"I hope, this time, you know better, bunny."
Mohawk Mark
Mark gave you the offer of a lifetime: join the Viltrum Empire. If you had accepted the offer, you would've been granted special status and privileges. You would rule alongside him, be his for eternity. He wholeheartedly believed you would accept it, but you refused. Your refusal caused him to lash out at you. Why did you refuse? You could've ruled the empire with him!
Was it because the other Viltrumites will staunchly disagree with letting an inferior species rule them? He'll just have them killed! You'd have everybody worshipping you! Silence anyone who speaks out or steps out of line!
In a fit of rage, Mark killed you, punching a hole through your chest. He'd killed you like he did with everyone on the Teen Team. Your blood coated his fist as he pulled it out, watching blood spatter and gush everywhere. Your body fell back, your lifeless eyes staring into his. He didn't need you! Mark kept telling himself that as he ruled over the empire while assimilating Earth.
Yet, he spared four human males, dressing them up as you and cutting off their hair to resemble his mohawk. Whenever he fucked them, only your name left his lips as he imagined it was you. Whenever one of the males ruined the immersion, he killed him! Now, Mark has to search the Earth for a replacement.
Like the other variants, he wreaks havoc on mainstream Mark's Earth. Then he wonders if you exist in this universe, you have to. His suspicion was proven correct when he found you in the location where he knew you would be. God, you looked the same, a sexy piece of meat to ravage and fuck.
He watched like a predator, his eyes following your every move as you tried to put some distance and maybe escape, which would never happen. Mark wasn't going to let you slip from his hand again; he was going to force you to be by his side.
"Shit, you're actually alive. Was starting to think you'd die in this shit-hole of a world... and I see you're still a little, whiny bitch boy. Looking untouched, did your Mark not pop your cherry? More for me."
Prisoner Mark (his backstory is unknown, so I'm going off on a theory about it.)
He and mainstream Mark were similar when their father told them about his background. He listened to the speech, battled in Chicago, and was beaten until he was unrecognizable. He thought it was over when Nolan left... he could go back to you to shower with love and affection.
He was sorely mistaken when Nolan returned, this time with a fleet of Viltrumites. He was imprisoned for treason, having betrayed the empire and aided the enemy. For a year, he suffered from torture until his body and psyche were irreparably damaged.
He was no longer the same person he once was. He became a vindictive and wrathful man with a seething hatred for his dad... but he still had you in the back of his mind.
You, on the other hand? You suffered a slow and painful death. Mark was the one who cooked and brought you food, so when that stopped, you had to ration until there was nothing left. You cried from pain, but there was no one to hear you. Your body withered away from starvation and dehydration, and bodily functions stopped after a month.
You'd know about the chaos that was happening outside... the Viltrum Empire arrived and conquered the planet, killing anyone who resisted. You would much rather prefer that over dying a slow death.
When Mark was released by Angstrom with the promise of freedom in exchange for ruining the reputation of his counterpart, he took it. It was easy to destroy Moscow... just a warm-up after a year of inactivity, then his mind shifted to you. He wonders if you're alive.
Mark collapsed onto his knees when he found you. His mind was swept by memories of you, touching and holding, and taking you to this undisclosed space to amend problems... it came over him and he pulled you into a hug.
You were confused by the gesture, his large and bulky pressing crushing you, but Mark didn't light up. His scorched head pressed against your neck as he inhaled your familiar scent. His bloodthirsty, vengeful rage was quelled as he only wanted to be by your side.
A wonderful idea came into mind: kill this universe's Mark and kill his father! He'll take the place of Mark in this universe, and he gets to have you! Find his father and kill him! This will knock out two birds with one stone.
Author's note: I was originally gonna write for eight but ran into some complications! Maybe I'll make separate drabbles for them, but I don't know unless y'all request it. Also, halted writing for round 5, gonna start again once Pride Month ends, I just wanted to write some drabbles.
Also, @spicyspiders helped me with this! Shoutout to him!
Hii! Could i request all variants x gn!reader sfw headcanons, where they realize reader already have a different partner in the main universe?
Mark Variants x gn!reader with a partner in their universe
includes: Sinister, Viltrumite, Mohawk, Prisoner, Full mask / Phantom, Omni Mark, Shiesty, No goggles / Lenseless, Target / emperor.
W/C: 2,204 words
A/N: sorry this took a long time !! To be honest I was kind of feeling down about how few notes my other post got.. nevertheless, this was fun to write, and I hope it gets some attention ^-^
Tw’s: Canon typical violence, stalking, manipulation, kidnapping, the marks being the marks tbh
★ Sinister Mark
no. lol
“Awww, you think I care about that? That’s cute”
I don’t even think he’d be hurt like some of the other marks would be, he knew it was a possibility. And he’d already planned how to take care of it.
Before you even get the chance to respond to his earlier comment he flies off, fast - faster than the mark from your universe, even - and finds your partner, returning with them almost immediately, dangling by the neck. Maybe he dangles them out of a window, or off a roof, or maybe he just holds them in the air where he is, grip on their neck so tight it leaves bruises. Either way! It’s clear he means business.
“I’ll cut you a break. you agree to date me, I’ll let them live!”
If you keep resisting and refusing, well, I’m sure you can guess what happens. Despite all your desperate please and thrown insults your partners blood is now splattered across the street where mark dropped them.
He picks you up, and flies you somewhere remote. You’re dating him now!
And if you relent? Beg for your partners life? He kills them anyway. And enjoys it too, licking the blood off his hands when done. He tried to be reasonable, really. But what business does this person have being loved so dearly by you? That role should be reserved for him!
He knows you’ll thank him eventually.
He’ll treat you well. At least, well by his standards.
★ Viltrumite Mark
hm. This wasn’t expected.
He doesn’t react much externally when you tell him you’re taken, but internally his mind is whirring. Another partner? Earth courting customs are so complicated, he really doesn’t understand.. can’t you see that he’s better than that human?
On viltrum mates are picked through strength and genetic compatibility. If there are multiple Viltrumites fighting for the right to breed with one person, that’s just what they do. They fight for it. And being Viltrumites, they don’t just fight until one surrenders of course. As was drilled into him since childhood, people who die deserved to die anyway, they were weak.
So he decides that he will fight for the right to you. He doesn’t just want to breed you of course - his devotion to you was made of much more substance than the typical relationship on viltrum, but it still stands.
And of course, he is much, MUCH stronger than whichever human you have chosen as your mate.
Whether they agree to fight him or not, soon they’re out of the way. He’s proven that he’s a superior mate.
So why do you still not want to date him? Maybe his father was right, humans are so complicated..
He’ll take you back to Viltrum with him, he’s sure you’ll adjust. He’ll treat you very well, and his mother will be glad to have another of her kind.
★ Mohawk Mark
this asshole would be such a dick about it.
You tell him you’re taken the first time and it doesn’t even seem to register with him.
“Great. Dinner at 7? I’ll pick you up”
What?? No, you reiterate once again that you have a boyfriend.
“I heard you the first time, dollface. See you at 7”
He smirks a shit eating from at you and flies off to god knows where, leaving you back where you were. And sure enough, at 7 he returns, landing on your front lawn and knocking on your windows.
He’s still wearing his suit, but it was stained with distinct dark red splotches, especially on the arms and gloves. You have a sinking feeling that you know whose blood it is..
Mohawk just stands there until it clicks with you and you react, grinning smug and wide at you, tilting his head.
“Aww, you look like a kicked puppy. What’s wrong?”
He grabs your wrist tight, pulling you closer to him. He leans down to your hight, grinning even wider. His breath smells of the distinct coppery scent of blood, which makes sense. You’re sure some of the blood on his gloves rubs off on you when he grabs you.
“So, how about that date?”
★ prisoner mark:
Fucking seriously? Just his luck
He spends thirteen months in a viltrumite prison, getting tortured until he looked like THAT, and the one person he thought of the whole time doesn’t even want him. Awesome. Of course.
Honestly I think deep down prisoner is self conscious, especially comparing himself to the other marks (he misses being handsome), or just any handsome person, so he’d be probably one of the most upset out of the marks. He doesn’t tell you, but somewhere he wonders if it’s because of his hideous appearance. Maybe if it were Mohawk, or sinister..
He doesn’t let himself dwell on it too long, drawing himself up to full hight, crossing his arms across his chest, showing off his frame - bulkier than the rest of the Marks.
He promises he’ll treat you well.
I don’t think this mark is as blood thirsty as the rest, he’s had more than his fill of blood and torture (most of it being done to him) so the best possible scenario he can imagine is the two of you in a nice cosy apartment away from the viltrumite empire, and everything else that could possibly hurt you.
He doesn’t beg, or yell, or threaten, he just stands there and tells you how it is. He’s going to take you home, and you’re going to have a nice peaceful life together.
And he does just that.
★ Phantom / full mask mark
He has the most “reasonable” first reaction.
Oh. He tells you he understands, but he just misses you so much. He only came to this universe for you and his mother. He really, really missed you. He doesn’t mean to guilt trip you but he’s just so sad.
From then on he follows you around like a lost puppy.
Turns up at your door with flowers and refuses to answer how he knows your address. But look, flowers and chocolate! And he got your favourite kind too, he remembers what you liked in his universe. Please just give him a chance.
It doesn’t matter if you reject him politely or slam the door on his face, the outcome is still the same.
He’s everywhere. Seriously, doesn’t this guy have better shit to do? (No.)
When you go out for groceries, when you go to collage or work, in the park when you take a walk. He’s not.. hurting you per se, he’s just everywhere that you are. He just wants to look at you! He just wants to be near you. Is that a crime?
And eventually, weeks after you first meet him, it happens.
A car accident. Your partner died in a car accident. Their family gets you the news.
You’re sure it was him. This version of mark. Who else could it be?
But when he turns up to your apartment again, giving you the same lost puppy look, somehow you just can’t find it in yourself to tell him to fuck off.
And as you cry in his arms and he plays with your hair, pulling his mask up to kiss you on the forehead, he’s the happiest he’s been in a long long time.
★ Omni mark
very straightforward about it.
He was aware this was a possibility. He understands, you’re attractive and it’s only natural that people would like to get involved with you romantically.
Still, there’s an almost imperceptible break in his calm demeanor as his jaw clenches at the thought of you being affectionate towards somebody who wasn’t him.
He simply can’t let that happen.
He tells you straight up, hovering half a foot above the ground, arms crossed across his broad chest. Looking down at you with a blank expression.
“Not anymore.”
He explains it to you in no uncertain terms - you’re his one attachment, his one weakness, the one metaphorical chink in his armour. He’s a viltrumite conqueror, he wasn’t supposed to have attachments like this, he’s violating his own code to come and tell you all this.
He just loves you that much.
And he can’t afford to have any weaknesses he can’t control. So either you agree to be his betrothed, or he kills you, simple as that. He’s sorry it has to come to this, but at least he gave you a choice.
It’s your choice what to do next. But if you don’t agree to date him, he gives you the mercy of a quick death. He even looks away when doing it, uncomfortable with seeing the actions he’s doing to his beloved.
★ Shiesty Mark
“what?! Fuck that!”
Second most angry Mark at the realisation you’re dating someone else.
Seriously? You’re rejecting him for some jagoff who can’t even fly? What the hell! No way he can stand for this. Are you stupid or what?
If it weren’t for the shiesty covering his you’d see his eye twitch and how he was
I don’t even think he’d give you the option or tell you before he killed the bitch you were dating. He’d just go for the kill immediately and plaster their brains all over the sidewalk. Your poor partner probably didn’t even see anything more than a blur of blue and yellow before it all ends.
Doesn’t feel guilty for it at ALL he’s still mad tbh
“Are you kidding? You’re upset? Fuck that guy! He’s not even a fraction of how great I am!”
Just like all the other marks, he picks you up and takes you with him whether you like it or not - he wants to take you back to his universe after all.
Despite his brash exterior I think he’s quite gentle (as gentle as someone like him can be) when he carries you. Despite your thrashing, he makes an effort not to break any of your bones or even bruise you too much, it makes him feel bad. He does love you after all. He thinks you should be grateful for this.
★ No goggles / Lenseless Mark
acts like it’s the funniest joke he’s ever heard. He’s floating a few feet above you in the air, clutching his sides and laughing.
“You’re picking someone else over me? You’re a funny dude, dude.”
You have to tell him three times that you are not joking and you’re dating somebody else, and you’re not interested.
He still acts like it’s a joke even then, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“Okay, okay, tell me about this Prince Charming of yours.”
No matter what you stutter out, he laughs again, telling you to hold that thought and dashing out into the sky, returning not long later with your partner dangling by his leg, marks ankle in his iron grip, still grinning, looking almost proud as he brings your partner to you, like a cat with a dead mouse.
“You like piñatas?”
Continues to find it funny when you beg and plead for your partners life. He can’t help it! Why are you so attached to this rando? You’ll end up dating him anyway, so why doesn’t he have fun with it? Can you blame a guy for having a good time?
Eventually puts your partner down and says if your partner can beat him in a duel he’ll let you two continue dating.
Well.
We know how that goes.
I think unlike viltrumite he drags the “duel” out, like a predator playing with its prey. He lets you go into another room if you don’t want to watch, he knows you can’t get far.
★ Target Mark / emperor Mark
gamer rage
I don’t think Target mark is used to being told no at ALL. He rules his own empire, he has slaves for his every whim, why are you, just some human, rejecting HIM? A viltrumite EMPEROR?
Of course you’re not just a human to him. Not just another slave. You’re you, of course.
But he doesn’t tell you that.
He doesn’t even bother to deal with your partner
He wouldn’t even keep your partner as a slave in his empire.
he just picks you up and flies away with you with practiced ease - despite how much time he spends ruling he isn’t out of practice or
You’ll make a great ruler with him, you can sit on his throne and you’ll have slaves of your own and you’ll live in nothing but luxury. You can even help execute rioters with him if you want! Really, you should be grateful.
Basically again- inspo when I am writing, read at your own riskkkkk NSFW :) Happy Weekend my loves
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Emperor- Mark:
Authority kink. Calling it now.
Top unless he is making you ride him wether that be for punishment or wanting to feel served.
Cum play - as in painting your panties and having you wear them, but likes seeing it swallowed. he is such a dick when he talks to you and after sex too, like it's a duty.
Free use- wants access on demand. Saves it when he gets you alone.
Viltrumite- Mark:
Basic ass bitch.
Really likes a good old mating press, nice and deep.
Despite the stoicism and emotional range of a teaspoon, secretly likes being called pet names when you ride him hard.
No condoms
Cum play, really likes watching it drip out just to rub it into you.
Sinister- Mark:
😭
Blood and gore is enough to get this one going.
Predator play
Cum play (you may or may not choke on something in a chapter down the line) likes his smell on you, in you...
Bondage- self explanatory. The dude is unhinged for that hole.
Spitting kink. Hope you are ready to swallow 💀
Leaves bruises you will find and most definitely feel days later.
Omni- Mark:
Sensation play
Absolute dom, will not bottom for you unless it's your birthday and even then the rules are strict and no you cannot call him "Baby boy"
Prefers you visible, but secretly likes the thought of you walking around- cum dripping- like a little naughty secret.
Cum dump nonsense ensues.
Knows a thing or two, loves that he can bring you to your knees more times than you can stutter his name.
Low key has a bit of a pregnancy kink- or atleast has a weird fixation on your stomach, mainly just the thought of filling it.
Has code words he usesi.e. "Bite the pillow im going in raw" Quickie - "Give me your hands" - You ain't walking for a while.
Lenseless/No Goggles- Mark:
Blood and gore is enough to get this one started too.
Sensation play.
Pain play. Mh- does accidently hurt you a lot but likes whatever you can do to him- hell even spurrs you on with "Pull harder!" or "I've seen you hit harder, is someone trying to tease me?"
Voyeur- does not give the singlest of shits who sees what. Like reallly doesn't care even if someone gets a swatch of nut sack.
Cock Warming (more to tease himself)
Mohawk- Mark:
Canonically has a harem so... be prepared for your pick of lingerie.
Eats like it's a buffet.
Oral kink- both ways ♻️
Watersports.
If you have tattoos he will cry if he gets to see them, has a thing about licking/sucking hickeys over any work you might have.
Likes seeing how far and deep he visually gets in your guts when you go invisible- only perk aside from the ridiculously naughty thoughts when he knows you have to be naked to do your thing. Dude turns himself on. Likes watching the odd bend in his dick if you throat him.
Flaxan- Mark:
Repressed to an extent- has some experience maybe kinda- like those two times not counting the other you. Nothing more than a quick fix in a time he just needed it.
Spitting kink.
Has all sorts of tech, likes to watch how hot he can make you.
Has help in the form of alien vibrators should it get that tragic.
Low key into tying you up.
In a weird situation considering his viltrumite and flaxan blood are constantly at war. it's a murky mix when he has you bent over the ceremonial bed, fucking you like he hates you, when you both know that's not the case.
Prisoner- Mark:
Into dirty talk. but unlike most of the others- the less the better- it's like a slow tease the way he likes. Being couped up in a viltrumite cell for so long and enduring what he had made him more soft when it comes to the flesh.
Cumming at the same time is a must. He will cry steam (those lenses are part of him now 😭)
Fucks you like he's trying to merge.
Power bottom or straight up makes you bounce on it.
Prefers to see you when he makes you cum. Likes it better if you are wearing something of his.
Likes it when you calls him names. He's no choir boy.
This is set in a universe where Prisoner Mark escapes his viltrum prison and comes back to earth to be with his s/o.
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He noticed he’s been getting pudgier since living with you. It hit him one morning when he was changing clothes. Since Mark escaped back to earth, he’s been self-conscious of his looks. He didn’t have a mirror in his jail cell, so for a long time he didn’t know what he looked like. After all the torture he assumed the worse, but the fact he looked almost completely unrecognizable. His skin now burnt and scared, it really affected him mentally.
You’ve known Mark since childhood, before his dad went full evil and left earth with him. And now that he’s back, all you’ve wanted to do is show him how much you’ve missed him.
Every now and then you like to get up early and make breakfast for Mark and you, it’s a domestic sight really. The quiet sound of sizzling bacon and eggs, the smell wafting through the air, it’s what woke Mark up. A pair of arms wrap around you, and you can feel Mark's head nuzzle into the back of your neck. “Smells great,” Mark said quietly, hugging you a little tighter. “But I might skip out this time.”
He pulls away and opens the fridge, searching for something else to eat. “What’s wrong I thought you liked bacon and eggs?” you said confused. “I do!” He replied quickly, “It’s just– I feel like I've been gaining weight lately.” Mark tries not to look you in the eye, with his skin all scarred you can barely see his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
You look at him and blink as you slowly process what he said, then a smile breaks out onto your face. “Mark, so what if you put a little meat on your bones, honestly you look hot, like really hot!” You try telling Mark but he’s already refuting. “No, I look pregnant." “You're a guy.” “A pregnant looking guy.” You roll your eyes and huff out a laugh, the food smells like it’s ready, so you turn your attention back to it.
As you're plating the food you turn back to Mark. “Listen babe, I know you don’t really like the extra weight but what can I say, I like feeding my man.” Mark smiled softly and made his way over to you. “And thank you, but I just don’t wanna gain anymore weight.” “I already look like this, he slightly gestures over his face, I don't need to make it worse.” He mutters the last part out, not sure if he really wanted you to hear that or not.
You frown hearing this and set the two plates down on the table and walk over to him, you put your hand up to cup his face. You’re looking him deeply in the eyes, and no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t look away from you.
“Mark, listen to me when I say this, you are the most beautiful person I have ever met.” “Ever since we were kids, I’ve always thought that.” Mark frowns slightly, “But we’re not kids anymore, I don’t look like that anymore, I don’t even look human.”
“Mark since the moment we met I couldn’t get over your beauty, you’re loyal, compassionate, and understanding. Those are just some things I love about you, inside and out you’re very beautiful to me, and you always will be.”
For a couple seconds Mark is just quietly staring at you, then and a blur his lips are on your lips. You pull away for air and circle around Mark till your chest to waist with him and wrapping your arms around his torso.
You use both hands and grab the slight pudge that’s sticking out, “Besides what’s wrong with having some extra weight, I think it makes you look even sexier.” He twists his head and you both share a loving kiss. “So I’ve been told.” Mark teases “And I’ll keep telling you, for as long as I have to.” You finish the sentence with another kiss then grab his hand, guiding him to the table.
“Now come eat the meal I so tirelessly slaved over.” Mark smiles and rolls his eyes, “Alright alright I’m coming.” He says, trying to sound annoyed but finding it hard with the smile growing on his face and his heartbeat beating in his ears.
Mark sits across from you at the table, now just enjoying each other's company, after a couple minutes he notices you staring. "Something wrong?" "No, you say smiling, I just love watching you eat."
