Request: how about a sneak peak into Viltrumark mindset before he told his Kent the truth? Like, seeing what his plans and desires for him and his Kent were before they got faced with reality, yknow?
One Year
Viltrumite Mark X Kryptonian/Superwoman Reader
Context: Takes place within/is canon to my series Softer Than Steel. However, it is not necessary to understand.
w/c: 1.2k
He hadn’t meant for it to happen like this.
That was the first thought that lingered, persistent and unwelcome, as Markus stood just outside the apartment door.
Your apartment door. His apartment door.
One year.
A meaningless measure of time by Viltrumite standards. Barely a blink. Barely a fraction of what his life would stretch into.
And yet…
His hand hovered just short of the handle. Because inside your small home, he could hear you.
Not clearly, he wasn’t focusing enough for that, but the rhythm of your movement carried through the walls.
Light footsteps. The soft scrape of something being adjusted. The quiet hum you always fell into when you were concentrating on something
His jaw tightened.
This was never supposed to matter.
Earth wasn’t supposed to matter.
When he’d first arrived, everything had been simple.
Observe. Integrate. Prepare.
Just like his father.
The mission had been clear in a way that left no room for doubt. He knew what Earth was. What it would be. Another world brought under Viltrumite rule. Another stepping stone for the Empire.
The people here were fragile. Short-lived. Insignificant.
He had no reason to care about them.
He still didn’t.
Not really.
But you?
You were everything his mother used to praise about Earth. She’d stopped years ago, but Markus could still remember the stories she’d whisper to him as he fell asleep.
He exhaled slowly, forcing the memory back.
Inside, something shifted. A quiet thud, followed by your voice. Muffled and a little bit frustrated.
He frowned faintly.
You were trying to do something for him again.
The first time you’d done something like this, he hadn’t understood it.
You’d shown up at his door with a poorly wrapped box and a nervous smile, insisting it was “just something small.” He’d stared at it thinking it was a test.
But it wasn’t. It was just something simple. Useless.
He hadn’t known what to do with it. So he’d kept it. Still had it, actually. Tucked away somewhere he didn’t think about too often.
His fingers curled slightly at his side.
One year.
You were celebrating one year. A year since you met him. A year since you let him into your life. A year since he started wanting things he was never supposed to want.
It wasn’t the planet. He could admit that much, at least.
Earth itself held no value to him beyond its strategic importance. Its people were still weak. Still temporary. Still only for the purpose of keeping the Empire alive.
He could leave it behind without hesitation.
Without regret.
But you?
That was where things stopped being simple. Because he could picture it too easily.
You on Viltrum. Not hiding like you did here, but thriving. Living stronger, sharper, more untouchable than you’d ever been.
At his side.
It was always at his side.
His throat tightened.
He wasn’t supposed to think like that.
Viltrumite relationships weren’t built on… this.
It was built on the simple need of reproduction. Not the gentleness of which you treated him. Not the softness in which you showed him how to love.
And certainly not with the devotion you showed him.
His gaze dropped to the door.
You were still moving around inside. Your hum finding a much more listenable melody.
Markus swallowed.
His future unfolded in his mind whether he wanted it to or not.
Not Earth. It was never on Earth.
But something else. Something better.
You, standing beside him, not pretending to be fragile, to be something that needed to be protected, but as something equal. Someone who could withstand the weight of everything he was. Everything he would become.
You, looking at him the same way you did now, but stronger. Untouched by the limitations this planet forced on you.
You, with him, not for a year. Not for a fleeting moment in time. For as long as Viltrumites endured.
The thought settled deep in his chest.
He wanted that. He wanted you.
Not just like this. Not just in this small, temporary way you understood.
But fully. Completely. Permanently.
You would fight him. That part, he knew.
You were too stubborn not to. Too rooted in the idea of protecting people who couldn’t protect themselves. Too attached to a world that would never be able to stand beside you the way he could.
The way he would.
But you would come around. You had to.
Because once you saw it, once you understood what he was offering, you wouldn’t choose this place over him.
Inside, something clattered to the floor. Your voice followed, quieter this time. A soft groan of frustration. Then a small laugh.
Markus closed his eyes.
Just for a second.
That sound. It did something to him. Something he couldn’t categorize. But he knew he wanted to have it forever.
He pushed the door open.
“Markus?”
Your voice lit up immediately, soft and bright and completely unaware of the weight he carried in with him.
“You did all this?” he asked, quieter than he intended.
You smiled, a little shy, a little proud.
“It’s just something small,” you told him. “For us.”
“Yeah,” he said finally, voice low. “For us.”
“It’s not a big deal,” you added quickly. “I just thought—”
He crossed the room before you could finish.
You barely had time to blink before his hand found your wrist, gentle but firm, grounding. His other hand came up to your cheek.
Careful, always careful with you.
“Markus.” you sighed with a smile, leaning in as your nose brushed his.
It was soft. It always was with you.
A simple press of your lips against his. Warm, familiar, safe. Always safe.
And almost instantly, all that tension he’d carried in with him, melted away, just for a moment, as he leaned into you. His grip shifted, hands settling more securely, pulling you closer.
You hummed softly against him, smiling into the kiss.
And that sound. It did something to him.
His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers threading just enough to hold you there. Wanting more. Needing more.
Markus stepped forward, and you gave way instinctively, pushing you against the edge of the counter. The kiss deepened as he tilted his head further into it.
His thumb brushed along your jaw, down your throat. You let out a small breath against him, and that was enough to make his grip tighten.
There it was again. That thought.
The same unrelenting thought of a future.
You pulled back to breathe and he followed instinctively, unwilling to let the space stay between you, his forehead brushing yours.
“Markus,” you laughed softly, a little breathless now. “Hey—”
“Mm,” he hummed, like he wasn’t entirely listening.
“Okay— Hey.” you huffed softly, pressing a hand to his chest to stop him before he could follow. “We are not skipping straight to that.”
Markus blinked at you, something almost confused flickering across his expression.
“Skipping?” he echoed.
You laughed again, shaking your head as you took his hand and pushed him back a step.
“Yes, skipping,” you repeated, amused. “I spent all day setting this up. You don’t get to ignore it.”
I have a request! Since im a sucker for Sinister, could i request as oneshot where we see how a "usual" fight/interaction between him and Absolute Superwoman is like?
Another Day
Sinister Mark X Kryptonian/Absolute Superwoman Reader
Context: Takes place within/is canon to my series Softer Than Steel. However, it is not necessary to understand and you can simply read it as a powered!reader.
w/c: 1.1k
a/n: So. I know I said I’d release requests in batches with the release of each new episode of S4. However. This one possessed me and I woke up with this written—
The fire had already spread too far by the time you arrived.
Flames clawed up the sides of three apartment buildings, orange and violent against the night sky. Smoke billowed thick and black, choking the air, and blotting out stars.
You didn’t hesitate as you threw yourself into the center of it.
Heat curled around your skin, harmless but suffocating in its intensity.
Around you people screamed. Some trapped in rooms, others trying to flee down stairwells already full of smoke.
You took a slow breath and exhaled.
A controlled, focused blast of freezing breath tore from your lungs, sweeping across the floors.
The blaze flickered as it was smothered, ice creeping along the edges of charred beams and shattered glass. Steam exploded outward where heat met cold, hissing like something alive.
A woman stumbled out of a doorway, clutching a child. You were there before she could fall, steadying her with your arms.
“It’s okay,” you said, softer now. “You’re safe.”
She nodded, dazed, and you guided her toward the waiting first responders.
Then you were gone again.
Up. Through collapsed floorboards. Into smoke so thick even you had trouble seeing through. So you listened instead, listening for heartbeats, breathing, the faint whimper of someone trying not to panic.
There.
A man pinned beneath a fallen beam.
You lifted it like it weighed nothing, as careful as you could make it. Trying to ignore the sound and smell of melting flesh as you picked him up.
Over and over. Room to room. Floor to floor.
By the time the last flame died under your breath, your chest felt tight.
You hovered above the street for a moment, watching as paramedics took over. As people cried and clung to each other and tried to piece themselves back together.
You turned to leave.
Back to the only place you could call a home. But you barely made it a block before you noticed it. A presence, the feeling of being watched.
You froze midair.
Slowly, you turned your head. And there he was.
Floating in the distance like he had all the time in the world.
Watching you.
Your stomach dropped.
Without thinking, you shot off in the opposite direction, faster than sound, faster than thought. The city blurred beneath you, lights streaking into meaningless lines as you tried to put distance, any distance, between you and him.
For a moment, you thought—
“You always run.”
His voice was right behind you. He matched your pace effortlessly, drifting alongside you like this was a casual stroll instead of a chase.
Invincible tilted his head, studying you with open fascination.
“It’s interesting,” he continued lightly, as if you were in the middle of a conversation. “You hear it all, don’t you?”
You didn’t respond. You just pushed faster.
He kept up.
“The screaming. The breaking. The way their bodies fail them so easily.” His eyes flicked downward toward the city. “All that noise.”
“Stop talking,” you snapped.
He smiled.
It wasn’t kind. It was anything but.
“I can’t hear it like you do,” he said, almost thoughtfully. “But I can imagine.” His gaze slid back to you. “It must be overwhelming.”
Your hands clenched into fists.
“Why are you here?” you demanded.
A soft hum of amusement left him. “You know why.”
“No,” you said sharply. “I don’t. You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to hurt people just to—”
“To get your attention?” he finished for you.
He grinned. “Worked, didn’t it?”
Rage flared hot in your chest.
“You—” Your voice shook. “You caused that fire.”
“Of course I did.”
So simple. So casual. Like he was talking about a simple mistake.
Your vision burned.
“They were innocent—”
“They were tools,” he corrected, almost gently. “Fragile, breakable, but very, very useful.”
You stared at him. You didn’t understand. You couldn’t.
“How can you say that?” you whispered. “How can you—”
His expression shifted, something darker slipping through.
“Because they’re easy,” he said. “Insignificant.”
He drifted closer.
“And you,” he continued, voice lowering, “are not.”
Your breath hitched.
His eyes dragged over you. Admiring. Assessing.
“You feel it all,” he murmured. “Their pain. Their fear.”
A pause as he hummed. “I wonder…”
Your stomach twisted.
“What yours would look like.”
Something in you snapped and the impact cracked the air.
Your fist connected with his jaw, sending him hurtling backward through the sky.
He barely had time to react before you were on him again, striking again, faster, harder, each hit fueled by something raw and shaking in your chest.
“What is. Wrong. With you!?”you shouted, each word punctuated by another blow.
He caught your wrist mid-swing.
Effortless. Just like that.
“There you are,” he said softly. A smile on his face, but not the usual condescending one, it’s sharper.
He twisted, slamming you downward. The ground rushed up to meet you in a blur of asphalt and debris, the impact sending cracks spiderwebbing through the street.
Pain flared, but brief, manageable.
You shoved him off, scrambling to your feet.
He followed, slower, almost lazy.
“You fight so hard for them,” he mused. “For something so… insignificant.”
“They matter,” you shot back. “All of them
“They matter to you,” he corrected.
You lunged again.
He met you this time. But he wasn’t fighting to win.
He was playing.
You could feel it.
And It made your skin crawl.
“You’re exhausting yourself,” he noted, catching your arm again, leaning in just enough that you could feel his breath. “All this effort. All this pain you carry for them—”
“Stop it.”
“—and they’ll never understand it.”
“Let. Go.”
“Not like I do.”
Your vision flared red.
Heat built behind your eyes—
And you let go.
The blast of heat vision struck him point-blank, bright and blinding and angry. It sent him flying back, tearing through the air and slamming into the side of a distant building hard enough to crater it.
You didn’t wait.
You turned and ran.
You didn’t stop until you were home.
Until the door slammed shut behind you.
Your hands were shaking.
You stared at them.
Then at your arms.
Your skin.
You could still feel him.
You always could.
It felt like he stained your skin with ink. A stain that spreads and taints and corrupts.
You moved without thinking, stumbling into the bathroom. The faucet twisted on too hard, water rushing out in a steady stream as you braced your hands against the sink.
You scrubbed.
Your nails dragged across your skin, over and over, like you could erase the feeling, like you could tear away whatever disgusting feeling he’d left behind just by trying hard enough.
You continued to scrub until your skin burned.
Until your breath came in sharp, uneven pulls.
Until—
You stopped and turned the water off.
Sighing, you pushed off the sink basin. And it wasn’t long until you’d dressed yourself in overalls and headed outside.
Heading to the one person that you knew would make you feel as normal as possible.
i LOVEE your oneshots they hit the spot!! could i request one with lensless? im rllyy curious abt his potential beef with lex luthor 😛 would lensless compete w krypto? the way he'd ragebait kent? would lois and jimmy approve of lensless? what about ma and pa? feel free to ignore thiss, thankyou ❤️
The Fly
Lensless Mark X Kryptonian/Superwoman Reader
Context: Takes place within/is canon to my series Softer Than Steel. However, it is not necessary to understand and you can simply read this as a Powered!Reader with familiar names/alias.
a/n: These ideas man— Unfortunately I could only fit in Ragebaiter Mark, his beef with Lex, and a slight hint at what Jimmy and Lois think of him at the end…
w/c: 870
In four. Hold seven. Out eight.
In four. Hold seven. Out eight.
In four—
“Superwoman!”
And there’s that annoying, grating voice.
You huffed out your breath and turned your head. Like you assumed, he was already sneering at Lex, whose armor was being stripped from him piece by piece so he could be properly restrained for transport back to prison.
“Invincible.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek. “If you’re looking for a fight, you’re late.”
He scoffed as he dropped from the air, landing harshly enough that the pavement cracked under his boots. His arms crossed, posture loose. Like he wasn’t taking any of this seriously.
“Who says the fight is over?”
“I do,” you said flatly, gesturing toward the heavily armed agents securing Lex. “And the fact that Lex is in custody.”
At the mention of his name, Lex Luthor let out a sharp, humorless laugh as two guards forced his arms behind his back.
“Charming company you keep, Superwoman,” Lex muttered, eyes flicking toward Invincible. “But I suppose your standards are simply slipping.”
Invincible’s grin sharpened instantly.
“Oh, you,” he said, stepping forward causing the guards to visibly tense. “Can I break something? Just one thing. As a treat.”
“No,” you snapped.
“C’mon,” he dragged out, tilting his head. “He’ll survive.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Feels like it should be.”
You stepped between them before he could move any closer. “No.”
His eyes flicked to you.
And lingered.
Then, slowly, he leaned back, raising his hands in mock surrender.
“Fine,” he said easily. “You win.”
You didn’t relax.
Because he wasn’t looking at Lex anymore.
He was looking at you.
You waited until Lex was fully secured, until the transport lifted off, until the last agent cleared the area, before you turned away.
“Stay out of it next time,” you muttered as you passed him.
You didn’t wait for a response. You just took off. But you didn’t get far.
Because, of course, he followed.
You slowed just enough to hover above a quiet rooftop, turning sharply to face him.
“I’m not doing this tonight,” you said.
He hovered a few feet away, hands loose at his sides, like this was some casual, common thing the two of you did.
Then again, unfortunately, it kind of was.
“Doing what?” he asked, feigning innocence.
“This.” You gestured between the two of you. “Whatever this is.”
He hummed, like he was genuinely considering it. “Nah.”
You exhaled sharply, turning to leave again. Then suddenly, he was in front of you before you could move.
Your frustration spiked. “Move.”
“Make me.”
“Look.” You stepped closer, voice dropping. “I am not in the mood.”
“That’s the best part,” he said lightly.
Your hands clenched into fists as you felt your lips tug into a sneer.
His grin widened. “There it is.”
“Invincible—”
“You get this look,” he interrupted, circling you slowly. “Right before you decide whether you’re gonna hit me.”
Your patience snapped.
“Why are you like this?” you demanded.
That seemed to genuinely interest him. “Like what?”
“Antagonistic. Reckless. Completely incapable of acting like a normal person—”
“Normal’s boring.” He leaned in slightly, close enough that you could see the way his eyes lit up.
His interest in you made your stomach twist.
“And I’m trying to see how far I can push you before you snap.”
Your stomach dropped. “You— What?”
He smiled, and it wasn’t a nice one.
“You’re sexy when you’re mad.”
The words hit like a slap. You recoiled instinctively, disgust flaring hot and immediate.
“What is wrong with you?”
“Plenty,” he said easily. “You gonna do something about it?”
For a second, just a second, you really wanted to.
Your heat burned behind your eyes. Your muscles tensed, ready to move.
And he all but leaned into it.
“C’mon,” he coaxed, voice low. “I know you want to.”
That was the worst part.
He wanted it, maybe for you to prove him right, maybe just cause he loves it.
Either way, you hated it,
You stepped back instead. His expression faltered, not quite with disappointment, but with something close.
“No,” you said, voice steady despite the anger still burning in your chest. “I don’t.”
You shot upward, faster than before, faster than he could casually keep pace without effort.
By the time you reached your apartment, your chest felt tight.
You landed harder than necessary on your balcony, shoving the door open and stepping inside.
The quiet hit you immediately. Safe and normal quiet.
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding and dropped onto the couch, dragging a hand down your face.
“Rough night?”
You startled slightly, head snapping toward the kitchen.
Jimmy leaned against the counter, a half-eaten snack in hand, watching you with mild concern.
“…You didn’t hear any of that, did you?” you asked.
“Just the landing,” he said, taking a bite. “You break the balcony again, you’re paying for it again.”
“Sorry, sorry. I know.”
He waved it off, stepping further into the living room. “So what happened tonight?”
“Invincible.”
He grimaced. “That guy’s a fucking freak.”
You huffed out a weak, tired laugh, leaning back against the couch.
Oh you're taking variants requests? Could i ask a Mohawk one where he and Kent hang out? Before he discovered she was Superwoman
Skipping
Mohawk Mark X Kryptonian/Superwoman Reader
Context: Takes place within/is canon to my series Softer Than Steel. However, it is not necessary to understand.
a/n: sorry this is a bit shorter than most other variant requests, this one actually gave me more trouble than I thought it would—
w/c: 809
“Oh c’mon! I don’t think they expect every student to be there.” He groaned, leaning against your locker door.
“They expect everyone that’s on the student newspaper.” You crossed your arms. “And besides, that’s where they expect everyone to be this afternoon if not in class.”
Mark huffed as he rolled his eyes. He knew you’d say no, why did he even bother to ask.
Oh wait. He did know.
You could actually be pretty fun when you let loose.
“You don’t really think they’ll do a head count, do ya?” He refused to move as you gave his arm a tug, trying to move him away so you could open your locker.
“Yes.” You told him simply, “Now can I get my bag?”
“Only if you come with me.”
He watched as you readjusted your glasses, pushing them further up your nose bridge as you tilted your head.
Like a puppy, he briefly thought.
“What?” You stammered.
“Like basketball games are important at the beginning.” He shrugged, “C’mon. We go out, chill, and join at the last minute.”
He watched as you gnawed at your lower lip.
“You don’t miss who won, and you wouldn’t be lying if you said you went. Easy.”
You sighed and rocked on your heels for a moment. But eventually, you nodded, “As long as we’re back in time.”
He scoffed as he turned around, inputting your combination into your lock to open the door and toss you your bag. “Have I ever lied to you?”
“Yes.” You frowned as you slung the strap around your shoulders, it took you longer than he thought before you did a double take. “Wait. How did you know my code?”
Mark only smirked, already walking down the hall.
“You worry too much.”
“That’s not— Mark!”
Driving with you in the passenger seat was… interesting.
You were quieter than most people he hung out with. No constant chatter, no loud music. You just watched the road, occasionally glancing at him.
The mall wasn’t particularly exciting either. Not during school hours when the main demographic was stuck in school.
But you still looked around like you were excited to see everything.
He shoved his hands in his jacket pockets as you paused in front of the bookstore entrance.
“Seriously?” he asked.
“It’s just for a minute.”
“That’s never true.”
You pushed the door open anyway and he followed.
The bookstore smelled like paper and coffee, and you immediately gravitated toward a display table near the front.
Mark leaned against a shelf, arms crossed, watching as you skimmed spines with careful interest. You selected one, flipping through the pages with focused attention.
You looked… happy.
Relaxed in a way that was rare for you. Different from the tense, overly responsible version of yourself at school.
Eventually, you let him drag you into a store he actually wanted to visit.
You didn’t complain, even though he could tell it wasn’t your usual scene.
You trailed along beside him, occasionally picking things up to examine before placing them back carefully.
“You don’t have to pretend to like it,” he muttered.
“I’m not pretending.”
He snorted. You wandered a little longer before stepping outside the store to wait while he checked out.
When he joined you again, you were leaning against the railing, watching people pass with quiet curiosity.
“You bored?” he asked.
“No,” you said honestly. “Just people watching.”
“…And that’s fun?” He grimaced. He couldn’t imagine a more boring thing to do.
“People are interesting.” You simply shrugged.
He studied you for a second, before rolling his eyes, “You’re weird.”
“So I’ve been told.”
By the time you both agreed to head to the game, the sky had already begun to shift toward late afternoon.
The stadium was loud by the time you arrived.
The echo of sneakers against polished floors carried through the open doors, accompanied by the roar of students packed into bleachers.
The buzzer sounded. The gym erupted into cheers.
Their team won.
You blinked, surprised by how pleased you felt.
“Well,” you admitted, adjusting your glasses again, “all of this was… nice.”
“Told you,” Mark said smugly.
You laughed softly. He liked that sound more than he probably should.
You shifted your bag on your shoulder before glancing at him.
“…Thank you,” you said.
He shrugged, “Guessing it was worth it?”
You nodded. “Totally worth it.”
Something warm settled in his chest at that.
Not entirely unpleasant.
You stepped a little closer before he could question it.
Your hand brushed his sleeve lightly as you leaned up just enough to press a quick, chaste kiss to his cheek.
It was soft and brief. Gone almost immediately.
But it left him standing there like someone had just rewired something important without asking permission.
Mark touched his cheek.
Oh, yeah. All his begging was definitely worth it now.
Okay so, I was thinking about ur response to a question about the variants Kent coming to the mainverse to retrieve their Mark and maybe kick their ass in the process. So I thought, it’d be funny if main!Kent just popped into every universe and asked her other variants “Hey other me! Is this your Mark?” And showed them photos of every variant that is this causing havoc in the mainverse. The Kent variants would react in different ways and I just imagined main Kent seeing absolute Kent and being like “ohhh, cool suit” cause I thought that when I saw absolute Superman. Either way, absolute Kent makes me feel like she would say or think smth like “That guy, no wonder I haven’t seen him in a while”. And then my brain also popped in when main Kent shows other Kents photos and other Kent asks about a deceased Mark and that’d be a gamble, because do you tell the other Kent that their Mark died without knowing their relationship (bad or good terms)? Kent would be honest but that is still a gamble on its own. (For the Kent that has the one that exploded with Rex I used canon cause idk what you’ll do). Btw, I couldn’t draw bald Kent so mb for anyone that imagines their Kent different cause I tried and it looked either like the y/N meme or just cropped, I’ll try better next time when I’m not rushed. I also traced Sinister chili from my wallpaper and copied the first little Kent into every set cause I’m rushed. Love ur story btw.
Firstly,
AISDVDH HELLO??? RUSHED OR NOT IM PRINTING YOUR ART OUT AND PLACING IT ON MY WALL (your version of Kent is so cute,,,)
Thanks so much- And I'm really glad you're loving STS <3
Secondly,
I do really like the image of Main Kent, either by herself or with the help of another, finding a way to traverse dimensions to bring closure.
Good relationships or not, evil variants or not. She feels responsible for letting those know from their dimensions that they're dead.
And she can’t help but feel a little bit guilty at the sheer number of how many Kents are relieved at the fact that their Mark is dead. Absolute Kent might actually be the most relieved—
((And Main Kent needing to tell Retro’s Kent that he got atomized by Rex Splode to, arguably, both’s surprise))
Though for Kent’s like Lensless’ or Shiesty’s Kents who have relatively good relationships, they might lash out at Main Kent briefly. But, after a moment, they know their Mark wasn’t a good person, they know that, but they can’t help but grieve him..
Thirdly,
SERIOUSLY THANKS AGAIN!! I’ll be looking at your art for the rest of the day—
i am so sorry to ask if you’ve already elaborated on this already, but could you explain all the different kent variants? :)
Of course, I don’t mind going through them all! Although, most aren’t that different from each other like the Marks are.
Also, this is LONG so it’s under a cut—
Viltrumite Mark’s Kent
For all intents and purposes, this Kent was almost the exact same as our Main Kent.
However, Krypton? Was very much different. After the Scourge Virus, Krypton was the first planet Viltrum visited. However, the people of Krypton weren’t exactly keen on being used as a breeding camp. Thus, the start of a conflict/war. As the remaining Viltrumites were still recovering and Krypton’s technology proved just dangerous enough to take seriously.
Because of that conflict, Kryptonite was discovered by the Empire and was distributed amongst the soldiers and Nolan possessed a dagger made of it.
Mark was raised on Viltrum like all viable/well bred children and was sent to Earth when 18 where he met Kent.
He worked his way into her life, and they began a relationship relatively quickly compared to most Kents.
However, once he told her about his mission for Earth, she opposed him. He took so long Nolan was dispatched to help. And he gave Mark an ultimatum.
He kills Kent to pull the problem out from its roots, or he will.
Thus, Viltrumite Mark killed his Kent in what he considers an act of mercy. (Compared to what he’d imagine Nolan would’ve done)
Mohawk Mark’s Kent
Mohawk Mark’s Kent, again, is practically the same as Main Kent.
She met Mark in High School when the two were paired together by teachers. See Mark was the disinterested kid in class, he’s skirt by doing the absolute bare minimum. And Kent was the absolute complete opposite.
Mohawk began to latch onto Kent for fun. He liked to tease and make fun of her behind her back. But that ‘fake nice’ melted into actual friendship after a while.
When Kent’s secret came out, their relationship quickly deteriorated beyond repair, as Mark already had trust issues so this just ‘confirmed’ things for him.
Omni-Mark’s Kent
Again, extremely similar to Main Kent. In fact, the most similar one so far.
Kent and Mark were high school sweethearts.
Unlike in canon, Mark here has not killed his father yet but follows his every order.
Which also includes being at odds against Superwoman. Kent reveals her identity in their first fight, but that doesn’t sway Mark.
Lensless Mark’s Kent
This Kent is more prone to irritation than most. She bottles up everything as Kent, leading to Superwoman being more snippy. Of course, she’s extremely kind to those she saves, but those she fights?
The anger has a tendency to leak through the walls.
Lensless only knows Superwoman, and Kent knows Lensless is Mark.
And they definitely have a sort of FWB relationship compared to a committed one.
Fullmask Mark’s Kent
This Kent, and her Krypton, is extremely similar to Viltrumite Mark’s.
However, Mark’s story goes almost the exact same as in canon. Mark and Kent have been dating since Kent she moved to the city.
And when Nolan started to beat Mark? Well Kent had to try her best to save her boyfriend, as Nolan wouldn’t have stopped in this universe.
However, that was a fatal choice.
Nolan was gifted and would cary around Kryptonite as he knew Superwoman was a Kryptonian.
He killed her there as a lesson to Mark. That even someone as strong as her, was nothing compared to the might of Viltrum.
Prisoner Mark’s Kent
This Kent, again, is the same as Main. In fact, nothing about her changes. She and Mark were dating.
If you know Superman stories, this Kent is simply in the middle of her Death of Superwoman arc during the original Prisoner Mark blurb I wrote.
Simister Mark’s Kent
This Kent is from the Absolute universe.
To put it very simply: this Kent grew up on Krypton until around the ages of 15-16.
Krypton’s destruction was caused by greed of the higher class’ environmental recklessness. Her parents tried to get everyone off planet but Kent was the only survivor once pieces of the planet began to strike the ships.
She landed on Earth and lived with the Kent’s before a military squad called the ‘Peacemakers’ drove her away.
She and Mark here only know each other as their alter egos. And while Sinister definitely has some kind of interest in Kent, it’ll never be mutual.
Shiesty Mark’s Kent
The only difference this Kent has between her and Main Kent is this one prefers to stay street level.
In fact, both her and Mark prefer to remain street level. Kent because she believes there’s plenty of planet level heroes, so she’d be more useful on the ground. And Mark? It’s easier to remain in control of every variable when he’s actually the strongest in the room.
Also, again, these two as Mark and Kent are high school sweethearts. But often are fighting as Invincible and Superwoman.
They also both have a hunch on who the other actually is. But choose to ignore it, as to not ruin what they have.
If you know the T-Shirt, jeans, and work boots? This is what this Kent wears.
Unironically, these two have one of the healthiest relationships out of Variant Mark/Kent
Emperor/Target Mark’s Kent
He has Ultrawoman.
Her parents being Jor-Il and Lara being extreme in ‘survival of the fittest’ and eugenics.
Kent was a test tube baby, genes were picked specifically by her parents to make her the best of Krypton.
Martha and Jonathan Kent also weren’t the best people in that universe either.
Ultra-Kent is the start of the Crime Syndicate which were at odds against the start of the Viltrumite Empire on Earth. At least, until she and Mark became a couple
Corrupted Mark
Again, similar to Main Kent.
This one takes the place of the Eve whose neck was snapped by Mark.
However, instead of killing her, Mark used Golden Kryptonite. Which completely and permanently removes Kent’s abilities to absorb and metabolize the Yellow Sun radiation into her powers.
She’s kept in a terrarium of sorts.
Flaxan Mark’s Kent
This is Flashpoint Kent.
Instead of landing in Kansas as a baby, she lands in Metropolis and is found and captured by the GDA.
She has spent her whole life as an experiment of theirs (she is not trained as a soldier)
This Kent and Mark have only known each other as enemies, but if given the chance? They’d get along well and enter a (as healthy as can be) relationship.
Long Hair Mark’s Kent
A recent addition to the Kent’s is this one, so I lack the details I have with the others.
This Mark is paired with Bizarro Kent.
This Kent just doesn’t understand human customs and often comes off as a ‘Villain of the Week’ by accident.
Mark and Kent here have cheesy, awful romcom vibes as Mark tries to ‘stop’ Kent each time she does something.
Mustache Mark’s Kent
Again, very recent and an idea from a reader.
This time, Krypton and Viltrum were in the midst of a proper war.
Kent’s life remains semi the same, but this time Lor-Zod was Kent’s godfather as he was close with her bio parents. However, he still ends up in the Phantom Zone.
He is released by ignorant aliens and follows the trail of the last online Kryptonian tech.
He tells Ma and Pa the good side of his story and begins to train young Kent. As time moves on, Zod’s plan of turning Earth into New Krypton is outed, Viltrum’s take over of Earth is begun.
Mustache Mark and Kent do not, and will not ever get along. They are also noticeably older than their Main counterparts.
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Uma Musume Kent
I told y’all I’m making this canon.
Kent here is adopted into a normal human family, and meets Marcy while in Tracen Academy.
They’re, and I’m not even kidding when I say this, the most healthy versions of Mark and Kent.
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Also, when I have the time, I’ll go through both Superwoman Variant and Mark Variant tags with STS [Specific Variant Name] to make navigation a whole lot easier!
