ft: mainstream!mark and variants (mohawk, viltrum, omni, sheisty, sinister) (invincible)
reader: fem
wc: 2604
summary: hey siri is it gay to want to crack the female version of my dead best friend?
cw: canon typical violence, foul language, and the variants are kinda sorta freaky in this
requested by: @sophsthebest
this was so fun to write lowk and I would've been done faster if not for the blood moon event in dbd so err yeah I'm going to go die in a hole now
edit: so i quit writing invincible but here's a partial part two
Life is strange, really.
One moment, you’re helping refold shirts because some people don’t even have the decency to put stuff back to where they found it, and the next, an international warning tells you to stay inside because there are evil variants of your boyfriend now roaming the Earth with unclear intentions.
You share a look with your coworker, who looks just as off-put by the information, her fingers curling around her phone as her brow dips. Just as her lips part to speak, the first building falls. It’s only a few blocks away, and the ground beneath your feet trembles at its sudden collapse.
You hear the screams of those out on the street, internally debating whether or not to follow suit until a notification from Mark lights up your screen, the ridiculous nickname you’d set when you were twelve a small comfort to your racing heart.
MarkyWarky: please tell me you’re okay
You: i’m fine
You: i’m just scared mark
You: why are there so many versions of you anyway…
MarkyWarky: i wish i could tell you
MarkyWarky: just stay put alright im otw
The message does little to soothe, and you can’t help but stare at your screen with nothing but apprehension. Your coworker is quick to seize you by the arm when the sound of collapsing buildings and wailing cars draws closer, ushering you into the break room with the floor manager as though the small, unwindowed room would protect you from the raw strength of a Viltrumite.
“Holy shit, we’re gonna die…We’re actually going to die…” The floor manager, Kasandra, curls into herself with tears already welled in her eyes as she chokes back a sob. No one says anything, unable to face the grim reality at steak when debris begins to crumble around you. You all huddle into the furthest corner as your hope in Mark begins to wane.
Small pieces of rubble hit your head as you tuck your head tightly into Kasandra’s shaking shoulder, the lights overhead flickering violently when the ceiling begins to cave in on itself. There’s no use holding back the tears now and you can’t hide your anguished cries, unheard over the collapsing infrastructure.
This is it, you think, mentally saying your goodbyes to everyone you’ve grown to love. Amber. Eve. William. Mark—oh, Mark. The annoying boy next door who grew to be your first love.
Sparks flare as the light above you finally collapses, but you don’t feel a throbbing pain in your head or death’s cold embrace, instead, you find yourself wrapped in a familiar pair of arms, still clinging to an almost catatonic Kasandra while your coworker grips the forearm wrapped around the three of you.
“I’ve got you,” a voice in your ear says, and you can feel the tears begin to well once more, though, this time out of relief. Mark is quick to shoot from the rubble, hold unwavering before he sets the three of you down and urges you to run to safety.
Your two coworkers are quick to flee, but you stupidly linger, worry etched onto your features at the sight of Mark’s beaten face and tattered suit. In the distance, you can see Eve facing valiantly against a variant, the odd cloth mask adorned on his face his most defining trait. She pants, her palms facing outward to just barely raise a shield against his erratic punches.
Mark pulls your attention back to him, face pinched as his thumb traces your lower lip in an attempt to ground both you and himself. His lips are soft against your forehead for a brief moment before he pulls back, staring at you through his cracked goggles with an emotion you can’t quite place.
“I love you,” you whisper, stroking his bruised cheek softly.
“I love you too. But, you need to go. Now. I’ll check on you soon, promise.”
So, you run as fast as your legs can carry you, doing your best to ignore the ruins and corpses that seem to block every turn.
You don’t get far.
A shadow overhead blocks the sun—its presence so oppressive and commandeering that it freezes you in place.
“Another survivor?”
You can’t bring yourself to turn despite the way your heart lurches at the familiarity of the voice. Your breath hitches when the shadow lowers—whatever twisted version of Mark this is drawing ever closer like a lion to its prey.
“I thought those other two were the last of them, but what’s one more?” The voice is cold, almost clinical, very unlike the warmth that radiated off of your Mark. A glove is quick to find purchase on your throat, and you glance down to see the red rubber shining beneath the sun.
Blood coats the hand, tinting the glove an even darker shade of red than what you’d first surmised. You try not to think about the warmth of it as his grip grows tighter, making it harder to breathe, but not enough to kill, like he’s messing with you in some cruel, twisted way.
“You’re this dimension’s girlfriend, aren’t you?” His lips press against the shell of your ear, jerking your body to face the fight between Mark and the clothed one from before alongside Eve, who reaches out to you weakly before eventually crashing against the side of one of the buildings. Your Mark wheezes, clutching at his chest when the cloth-masked variant throws him into a nearby building by the hair. “Pathetic.”
The sound barrier tears as another Mark enters the fray, his mohawk wild and unkempt in the wind as he grins at the sight of battle, though there’s no amusement behind his smile. “Who the hell do you think you are running off like that?” For a moment, his wild eyes slip to where you and your captor reside, a flicker of…something flashing through his before it fizzles away. “Keeping hostages alive? Didn’t peg you for the cruel type.”
You barely register the click of the Invincible’s tongue over the roaring beat of your heart, his thumb remaining stationary over your pulse point; a warning. He could snap your neck at any given moment, and you don’t know what’s stopping him, but you’re grateful for whatever’s causing him to hesitate.
“Come on, just put her out of her misery already,” the mohawked Mark goads with a small shrug as he pulls his fist back to punch your Mark into the concrete when the cloth-masked variant throws him in his direction. Cracks split beneath your feet at the sheer force, the ground almost giving way, but all you can do is watch as your Mark slowly gets up from the crater his body had formed.
He locks eyes with you, something snapping inside of him at the sight of the variant clad in a suit nearly identical to Omni-Man’s wrapping his hand around your throat.
“[Name]!” He calls out, bursting free from the grasp of the two other Marks with a renewed sense of vigor.
Time seems to freeze the moment your name leaves his bloodied lips, the Mark holding you hostage too stunned to react when your Mark’s fist collides with his jaw hard enough to send him three blocks away. It isn’t long until you’re swept into Mark’s arms, the hold both protective and possessive as he glares at the other two, his chest heaving with each labored breath he struggles to take.
“No fuckin’ way.” The mohawked variant blinks slowly, his lips pulling into a mix of a grimace and a smirk. “That’s unfair on so many levels.” He turns to the Mark in a cloth mask who seems to share the same sentiment, mumbling under his breath about how unfair it is that this version of him gets the hot babe.
Omni-Man Mark merely scoffs when he floats back, his suit still pristine as though he’d never been thrown at all while he crosses his arms over his chest, scrutinizing the way you tremble in this version of him’s hold. You aren’t the best friend he’d killed mercilessly back in his dimension. Here, you were a woman—his woman. And he’d be damned if he couldn’t kill two birds with one stone.
A best friend and a wife. Who would’ve thought?
While he’d never seen the other, male, version of you in a romantic light, his heart stirs at the thought of taking this version of you for himself. It’s not like it’ll take much to kill this Mark; he’s already as good as dead anyway—
“Is everything alright here?” Clad in white and silver, yet another version of Mark descends from the sky like some sort of disgraced angel.
“Ugh, why are you here?” Mohawk Mark rolls his eyes obnoxiously, his gaze only briefly flickering to the new variant.
“Angstrom sent me to see if you all were sticking to the plan, which clearly you aren’t.”
“Aww, the lil’Viltrum baby can’t do anything without a mission? How sad!” He bats his lashes dramatically before sneering. “What are you gonna do next, bark? Who gives a shit about the plan? You’re acting as if you weren’t gonna kill him after anyway!”
The Mark in the Viltrum uniform chooses not to dignify him with a response.
Unbothered by his counterpart’s nonchalance, the mohawked Mark sets his sights back on you, spreading his arms wide as if to welcome you in with a hug. “Hey, [Name], it’s just me. Just Mark. Your best friend, remember? We used to play CoD and shit when your parents were out.”
Viltrum Mark’s brows furrow at the familiar name, steady gaze finally paying you mind as you try to sink further into the Mark of this dimension’s arms. You’re a lot…softer than he recalls you being, your form far less filled out; almost feminine. But, that couldn’t be right, right? How cruel would it be for this version of him to have the perfect mate whilst he, while grateful for your prior companionship, was stuck with nothing more than a best friend? One that he’d ultimately killed for resisting.
Surely, his brain is playing tricks on him.
Then he hears it—they all hear it.
The small terrified whimper you let out, the sound almost heavenly as you try to curl into Mark like your life depends on it. Which you suppose it does at this very moment.
A collective groan settles across all the present variations of Mark, all differing levels of arousal. They can practically taste the fear emanating off of you, stalking closer like a pack of deranged wolves.
Disgust pulls at Mark’s lips at the look in their eyes, his arms trembling around you as the last line of defense between you and these monstrous versions of him. “What the hell are you guys on about?” He seethes, only to be met by a suffocating silence.
Viltrum Mark appears in front of you before you and Mark can process his presence, tearing you out of your boyfriend’s arms despite your screaming protests. His grip is firm, but it’s the underlying softness in it that has you trembling with both fear and confusion. One of his hands finds your chin, stroking the contour of your jaw while his thumb gently presses down on your lower lip in a similar fashion that your Mark had done earlier.
“You’re [Name].” His face twists with perplexion as he speaks. “But, you’re so soft.” You feel his other hand fall from your arm, settling on your hip as if to prove a point. He squeezes and prods the fat, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt to feel the soft skin underneath, his fingers splaying against your stomach while his nose buries itself in your neck. “You’d be a great mother.”
No.
No.
No.
This can’t be happening—
You’re pulled into another set of arms. These ones leaner yet more possessive than the Viltrum Mark’s. But not yours.
“Jesus what the fuck is wrong with you.” Mohawk Mark’s voice rasps mockingly above you, his arm curling around you and dangerously close to your breasts. You know he feels your heart stop, snorting cruelly as he pulls you flush against him. His gloved hand tilts your chin up to him cruelly, relishing in the way tears well in your eyes.
“P-Please…” You weakly claw at his wrist despite knowing how useless it is in comparison to his innate strength.
Holy fuck, he could get used to the sound of that.
Man, why couldn’t you be a girl in his world too? Oh, the things he would do to you. How he would ruin you. He wonders if you’re similar to his [Name], the [Name] who trusted him to do the right thing only to die trying to stop what’s already been done. Do you play the same sport as your male counterpart? Enjoy the same food? Ah, whatever, you’re still his, no matter his relation to you. Best friend or otherwise.
“Get away from her you fucking freak!” Your Mark’s garbled voice reaches your ears, his fist colliding with the side of the mohawked variant’s head, sending him careening into the white-clad Viltrumite. Mark doesn’t even get the chance to look over you before he shoots into the air with you in his hold, tucking your head into his shoulder as he whispers calming words into the crown of your head. “I’ve got you, baby,” he echoes his prior sentiment, flying as fast as he can with the cloth-mask and Omni-Man wannabe hot on his tail.
A familiar red glove catches Mark’s leg, snapping it easily. Mark screams, his teeth grinding as he pivots his other leg directly into the variant’s face, no doubt breaking his nose before he crashes into the cloth-masked Mark, who yells obscenities as the two of them crash into the city below.
Finally, silence settles between the two of you. Heavy with confusion. Heavy with fear.
“What the hell was that…” You cling to him, trembling like a newborn fawn in his hold.
“I—I don’t know.” He buries his nose in your neck as he lowers into a desolate field miles away from any civilization, breathing in your comforting scent beneath the smell of iron and ash that seem to cling to your skin while he settles against a tree. The field is peaceful; untouched by the destruction that plagues the rest of the world.
“...What about Eve and the others?” You hesitate, palms hovering over his broken leg to do your best to put the limb back together. The bone melds back together grotesquely, it's disgusting snap a sound you think you’ll never get used to.
“Eve slipped away before things got ugly. I’m not too sure about the others…” He lets out a low hiss, his fingers digging into the ground when his skin gets pulled tautly back into place. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I won’t let them get to you, not as long as I’m still breathing, alright?”
“Okay,” you breathe out, collapsing into his chest as you try not to think about everything you’ve lost in such a short amount of time. He kisses your forehead gently, leaning back against the tree for only a moment of respite.
“Aww, what a cute sight.” A patronizing voice overhead has both of you snapping your heads to the sound. Clad in yellow and black with a billowing cape behind him, this version of Mark sneers, his gaze looking between you and Mark. His brows raise beneath his mask, lips forming something akin to a sadistic grin. “Well, well, well. You’re looking a bit different here, aren’t you, [Name]?”
Summary: You and Mark Grayson were neighbors and childhood best friends, until he has to move away one day for reasons unknown to you. But when he came back, he came back differently, not just as your friend but also as an alien ready to conquer the Earth and its inhabitants. There was just one more stranger thing though, Mark’s undeniable favoritism towards you.
Wc: 7.9k
Requested by anon
He couldn’t help but still remember your face. Your voice. Your laugh. He didn’t know what to think. It was like you haunted every single one of his thoughts. Mark hadn’t seen you in years yet for some reason you still mattered so much to him. Maybe it was because you were his first and only friend before he was brought to the viltrum empire by his father. Whenever he had one of those sleepless nights, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling, Mark couldn’t fight reminiscing about your first encounter with him.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
Mark jumped at the sound of a boy’s voice. His head rose to the fence and spotted you, using your arms to just barely hang over the edge. Your hair was messy, and there was dirt smudged on your face, but what else do you expect from a kid.
The day you first talked to him was one of those days where Mark would take a random sheet or something close enough to resemble a cape, and run around his backyard, pretending to be a superhero like his dad. He had to prepare for when he finally got his powers of course.
Sure, it got a little bit lonely playing by himself, but he still knew how to make it fun.
“Hey, are you deaf or something? What are you doing?” Your eyebrows furrowed.
Mark cleared his throat, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Just playing.”
“You look like a superhero.” You tilted your head, looking closely at his makeshift cape. “I like it. I like playing hero too. My parents tell me I won’t get powers anytime soon though.” You pouted but then looked up again with a smile, revealing a few missing teeth. “But it’s fun to pretend. Can I join you? Do you wanna be friends?” You leaned in more, getting even closer to fall of the edge.
“Uhh.” Mark’s eyes looked back and forth. No kid has ever talked to him as eager as you, let alone ask to play with him. Plus, his dad told him friends would distract him from training, but it wouldn’t hurt having at least one friend? “Okay, we can be friends. Do you want to- oh.”
Mark could only stare at you who just fell face first into the dirt and into his backyard.
“I’m okay!” You exclaimed, springing back onto your feet and dusting yourself off.
“You’re kinda weird.” Mark commented.
“At least I’m not grumpy like you.” You thought back to the times you’ve seen him before. When you moved in, you had spotted him. On your way to school you saw him. And it was clear as day he wasn’t the sociable type, more like his dad than his mom. “Come on, let’s do something! I have so many ideas.” You grabbed his hand, walking around his yard for the first time.
From that moment on, you two were what was considered best friends. Each other’s only friends, but still best friends nonetheless.
Your days would be spent with only each other. You two would make capes and masks together, and then get yelled at by your mother for messing up her sheets and getting them dirty. When Mark would come over to your house, you’d show off your superhero action figures, which were a mix of bought and handmade. The both of you would also watch superhero moves together, beg which ever parent was watching over you two to let you guys stay up longer, and then fall asleep in less than ten minutes, resting on top of each other.
But even as you two grew closer, Mark made sure to keep that his father had powers and that he would (hopefully) eventually get powers, a secret. After all his dad told him that as long as he didn’t tell you the truth, he could continue being friends with you. And he would do anything to still be with you.
In fact, Mark seemed to care about you a lot when you were kids. Maybe it was because you were his only friend, or maybe it was because of something deeper than that.
The first clear sign was when you two were playing in your backyard instead of his.
You had brought him over to ‘show him something cool.’ The last thing he was expecting was an ant hill with thousands of tiny ants scurrying around. He couldn’t understand it. They were just ants. They only lasted for a few weeks before dying, and that’s if they die naturally. They couldn’t produce thoughts like you and he could or advance as a society. So insignificant, and yet you were enamored.
You crouched down, letting one of the ants crawl on top of your finger, which you brought close to yours and Mark’s face.
“You know what my dad told me? He said that ants have their skeleton on the outside. Isn’t that crazy?” You looked up at him with an expectant smile, though deep down you knew he could never be as excited over an animal’s anatomy like you.
You moved your hand and arm around, keeping your eye on the ant which was running around your forearm. “I wonder how deep their colony is. Their queen is probably- Ow!” You winced and flinched at the sudden feeling of the ant biting into your skin.
Mark’s eyes widened at the sound of your pain. His hand reached out and wrapped around your arm, crushing the ant that bit you in an instant, and his heel immediately smashing into the ant hill and angrily digging into it, causing the lines of ants to turn into frantic chaos.
“Mark! Stop!” You took a hold of him and pulled him back. Both of you fell to the ground.
“Why would you do that?” You both asked each other in union. Your tone upset while your friend’s tone was frustrated.
“That ant hurt you.” Mark spoke first. “I’m not just going to let it go free after doing that. It and its friends deserved it.” His eyes stared daggers into the destroyed ant hill. “They’re weak anyways.”
“That doesn’t matter.” You frowned. “It was probably just scared or something. It didn’t know any better.” You also looked at the remains of the ant hill but with a more solemn expression, which Mark couldn’t help but notice.
If it were any other scenario, Mark would’ve just left it, no remorse, no regret. The world was survival of the fittest, that was what his father told him anyways.
But with you around, it was different. The sight of you sitting up and holding your knees up to your chest. The sight of you just about to burst into tears, for some reason. Was too much for him.
“I’m sorry.” Mark remembered that his mom told him that was what people say when they make someone feel bad. “We can… rebuild the hill or something.”
You sniffed and rubbed your nose. “Okay.”
As the two of you built the highest hill possible, your smile slowly grew back, giving Mark a sense of relief. As long as you were happy, he was happy. You were his only connection to human life rather than his viltrumite heritage. So it wasn’t surprising he’d mirror you in some ways.
Life was good with you in it. You were like a ray of sunshine he never knew he needed. Things just felt so light with you compared to with his father. Especially when you laughed. Like how you did when he covered himself in duct tape and called himself duct tape man. You, being the good friend you were, stayed with him while his mom carefully removed it from his sensitive skin.
Mark missed those days. Where his only concerns were finishing the food he didn’t like and if you were okay. Now… it was conquering worlds for the viltrumite empire. He understood it was his duty though, his responsibility as a viltrumite. That was just how it was.
Mark opened his eyes at the call of his name and sat up immediately.
His father stood before him. “It’s time.”
Though short, those simple words were more than enough for Mark to understand what was going on.
He was finally going to return to Earth. To you.
“I understand, Father.” He nodded, standing up, his hands behind his back.
“I’ll be waiting outside.” Nolan said before disappearing in an instant.
Mark peeked his head out of his door, looking left and right before going back in and locking it. He looks around his room one more time, just for the feeling of reassurance. Mark crouched to the floor and reached under his bed, pressing a specific tile. A small cube shaped container rose. Mark grabbed the dear object and sat on his bed, examining the item.
A small action figure. Perfect condition, at least the same condition from when he got it. From you to him.
“You’re moving?” You stood at the front door that Mark opened after your constant knocking. “How come you didn’t tell me?” Your tone heartbroken. Who knew finally getting his powers would lead to this.
“I didn’t know how to.” Mark’s voice was quiet. He wanted to tell you the truth at that moment more than any other.
“Will we still be able to play together?”
“… I don’t think so.” How could he still play with you if he was light years away in another planet?
“I’ll miss you.” Your voice cracked. You had tried not to cry but at that point you couldn’t help yourself. You stepped forward and hugged him tight, which Mark reciprocated after settling into it.
“I’ll miss you too.” Mark muttered into your shoulder.
You backed off him and shoved something into his hands. It was an action figure of you two’s favorite superhero from your guy’s favorite show. He hadn’t noticed you holding onto it until that moment.
“I want you to keep this. Use and make other friends, but don’t forget about me, okay?” You wiped away your tears with your sleeve. “And when we see each other again when we’re older, you can give it back to me, and we can play together forever.”
Mark looked down at the toy in his hand and then looked up at you. “Forever?”
You nodded aggressively. “Forever. I promise.” You put on your best smile, the spots where you used to be missing teeth finally filled in with your adult ones.
“Y/n?” Your mom calling your name made your head perk up.
“Y/n?” She said before spotting you. Your mom sighed, walking towards you and gently grabbing your arm. “You shouldn’t be bothering them right now. They’re in a rush. Tell him goodbye and go home.”
Your expression turned sad before becoming confident again. “I’ll see you later, Mark.” You were able to say before being dragged away by your mom. “Bye!” You waved your hand to which Mark, less energetically, waved his as well.
That was the last time he saw you.
His thumb rubbed against the arm of the toy, his eyes focused. Mark was going to fulfill his promise to you no matter what.
After quickly dressing in his attire, Mark joined his father’s side, who was looking over space. They only exchanged a quick nod before flying into the vast galaxy.
And before he knew it, Mark had finally made it back to Earth. He had thought about returning one day, visiting you. But under the threat of his father finding out, and even worse, doing something to you for making him weak, kept him away.
Mark looked over the busy highways and tall skyscrapers as far as he could see. He could hear the sound of the trees bristling against each other from the wind. He took a deep breath in, the air also making his hair sway side to side, and exhaled.
“Mark.”
“Yes, Father?”
“I thought I told you to throw that trash away. It’s holding you back.” Nolan didn’t even bother to look at the item in his son’s hand. He already knew damn well what it was.
Mark’s hand defensively held onto it, his grip tightening, and kept it out of his father’s sight best he could. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
Nolan only clicked his tongue. They had multiple arguments before about it. Why would something as small and as a useless toy mean so much to his son? But after years of fighting, it just wasn’t worth the effort anymore.
What was more important was the mission. That would always come first. To prepare Earth for viltrumite rule, quick and easy. All of those years of constant training wasn’t for nothing after all. And Mark didn’t survive his adulthood ceremony for nothing either.
The first step was dealing with the existing superhero teams. But aftering exterminating everyone in the Guardians of the Globe, everything was easy. Sure some people put up a fight, a few resistances here and there, but kill a few people and they’re quiet. No big deal.
They’ll eventually come around and understand what Mark and his father are doing. They’ll be grateful even. But at the moment, society would have to go through a rough patch.
Mark gazed over the fallen buildings, the fires, listening to sounds of the flames crackling and popping. His fist clenched, crimson blood dripping off of it. Even after being back on Earth, Mark still hadn’t had a single moment to visit his old home as he was still under the intense watch of his father. He had a feeling his father was in fact trying to keep him away from it.
But Mark never spoke up about it. How could he? A good son never questions his father.
“Mark.”
He turned his head around and looked up to see his father slowly descending from the sky.
“I trust you can handle the rest of this?” Nolan gestured his hand at the land beneath them.
His eyes widened but he quickly returned to a neutral expression. “Yes, Father.” Mark straightened his posture and bow his head down. “It would be an honor.”
“I’ll return in a few months then. Make Argall proud, Mark.” Nolan said before shooting into the sky, disappearing beyond the clouds. A gust of wind blew back Mark’s hair.
Mark couldn’t help but feel a little bit surprised. Did his father really just allow him to carry out the mission by himself. He supposed all of that being on his best behavior and obedience really did paid off.
“Just finish the mission.” Mark repeated to himself under his breath as he flew. He looked down and then stopped. When did he start head to his old home?
He looked around once more. There was no mistaking it. This was the old city he used to live in, just extremely destroyed and burning. He guessed his father got to it before he did.
Mark lowered himself back to the ground, gracefully stepping onto the concrete. The memories were starting to fill his head. The time you two would run along the sidewalks as your mother scolded you two to not be so close to the road.
A faint smile creeped onto his face before vanishing at the sound of a terrified man. Probably some high ranking company man based off the suit and tie, and the fact that he was yapping about money for some reason. What use would Mark have for that?
With each step he took forward, the man stepped back until his back was met with a wall.
“You.” Mark paused, asking himself if this was what he should be doing. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way about you, and yet he did. “Do you know someone with the name, Y/n L/n?”
The man, fearing for his life, stuttered. “W-what? Who?” He then realized this might be his only chance at living. “I mean, yeah! I know who you’re talking about my mistake.”
Mark’s brows furrowed as he watched him lie straight through his teeth. Did this man think he was an idiot?
“You’re wasting my time.” Mark’s hand extended in a flash, puncturing into the man’s stomach, and retracted. He flicked the blood off of his hand, an annoyed look on his face.
Not only was he mad at the man for attempting to trick him, but also at himself, for letting himself still be so affected by you. He wasn’t even sure if you were in this area anymore. And even worse, if you were still alive. You were always the weaker one of you two. So who knows if you even made it past day one of his and his father’s arrival.
The thought of you dead extremely upset him. Ruined his whole day. But as long as he never encountered your dead body, Mark would still have a sliver of hope in his heart.
Mark would of course still carry out the mission… but a small side goal wouldn’t change anything right?
Mark pushed off of the ground, rising into the air once more.
But he’s wasn’t sure what to do. What if you moved away while he was gone all of those years? He had no idea where to start looking? Plus, what did you even look like? Obviously, you must’ve grown since he last saw you, but how in the world was he supposed to recognize you?
He shook his head.
He had no right considering himself your best friend if he couldn’t tell you apart from some randoms. So each time he found a large group of people, before killing them, Mark would carefully examine each person’s face.
Mark landed in front of what was left of some college or university building and sat on a surviving bench, burying his head in his hands. His feelings were a mix of frustration, anger, and despair. He had been looking for you for the past three days, and there was still no sign of you anywhere.
He knew what his father would say if he saw him in his current state. Idiotic and pathetic. For both being so attached to you and for being on the verge of giving up.
Maybe if he carried out the mission with all of his effort, he could forget about you and finally let go of his lingering desire for you. Mark leaned back, his face towards the sun and his eyes shut.
Which country should he target first? Maybe he could check out that one country you mentioned you wanted to go to.
Then he heard it. A cough. A shuffle against some rubble. His head snapped towards the source of the noise.
A hand emerged from a pile of wreckage, pushing the ruins to the side. After a few minutes of struggle, the person finally emerged from the debris.
It was you.
Mark rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t just imagining it. He couldn’t believe it, but at the same time he did. Mark felt a sense of relief and a fill in his heart that he couldn’t describe. His body didn’t even move an inch. All he could was watch you from afar like he was afraid of ruining the moment or that you would disappear again.
“Come on, it’s okay. We’re going to be okay.” You mumbled quietly, lifting a cat close to your chest. Mark smiled at the fact you still cared so much about animals. Though he didn’t understand it, it was endearing to him for some reason.
You used your body to shove aside the broken pieces, wincing as you did so. Mark then noticed the tattered cuts all over your body, the torn pieces of your jacket and pants, the bruises and dried up blood.
He frowned.
You seemed so fragile, so close to the edge of breaking.
But no matter. He was there. He could fix you.
Finally making it out of the rubble, you started limping in some direction, which was when Mark decided that he had observed you enough.
He might’ve been a little too excited and flown to you too fast though. The momentum literally made you fall again, causing you to let go of the cat. You saw it run away before turning around and finally facing him.
Mark knew you wouldn’t have the same happy expression as you did when you two were kids when you’d see him for the first time in forever. But it still hurt a little, seeing your eyes filled with fear and your chest quickly rising and falling.
Neither of you said anything for a moment.
Mark was the first to break the silence. “Y/n?” His tone too gentle for someone who killed thousands upon thousands.
“How do you know my name?” You spat, your body too tired and sore to stand. All you could do was shove your palms into the ground and move back inch by inch.
It pained him that you didn’t recognize him. Maybe you were just disoriented since Mark could sense your heart beating rapidly. Or maybe you were scared of him?
“I’m not going to kill you.”
You looked up, confused. Was he toying with you? You knew he was some apathetic murderer, based on what you saw on tv and the aftermath you witnessed yourself. But you didn’t think he would be so sadistic to mess with his victims before killing them.
Mark couldn’t take the hateful glare in your eyes a second longer. “I could never hurt my best friend.”
You weren’t given another second to think or process what he just said to you as he suddenly appeared face to face with you, crouching.
Maybe it was the fact that you had a massive headache, hadn’t eaten for a while, or something, but the look on face in front of you almost seemed… desperate. He wanted something from you, but you couldn’t figure out what exactly he wanted.
You then took a closer look into his eyes. Something was just so familiar, but why?
“… Mark?” Your tone shocked, like you were in disbelief while also finding it ridiculous. There was just no way. No way that your childhood best friend who moved away came back as some powerful alien hell bent on conquering Earth.
Maybe you were on something and just didn’t know it.
You felt a hesitant hand upon your cheek.
Mark’s once concerned expression changed into a relaxed one. “I’m glad you didn’t forget me, because I never forgot you. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t.” He carefully moved your hair out of your face. His other hand caressed your arm, which was covered in scrapes but had one noticeable slash running down your arm, improperly bandaged with a spare piece of fabric. “You’re badly injured. You need aid.”
“Oh really?” For the first time ever, you hated your natural sarcasm.
You thought he was going to punch your head off but instead he just looked at you. “Hold onto me.”
“What?”
“I don’t want you to fall.”
“Wh-”
Mark grabbed you and shot up into the sky. So you instantly wrapped your arms around him, closing your eyes. “Mark! What the fuck!”
“What’s wrong?”
You refused to open your eyes, but you could tell you two were probably hundreds of feet in the air. So that was what he meant by ‘didn’t want to drop you.’
Just too much was happening all at once.
While you were experiencing the worst anxiety ever, Mark’s heart beat a little faster at how close you two were. Should he have been feeling that way? No, never. Was he still going to anyways? Yeah…
Mark looks around in all directions. He wanted to bring you to viltrum and get you healed in no time by their superior health technology, but since you were a human, that would be impossible. And he wasn’t experienced in medicine being raised as a warrior. So Mark made the only choice he could.
He flew in the direction of the last resistance he saw. They would have things that you need. And if they didn’t, he’d just get rid of them all.
You felt the wind against your back, every single sound drowned out by it. Luckily, it only took a few seconds for you to feel the ground beneath your feet again. You opened one of your eyes, trying to look around.
It seemed like some sort of hideout. You were happy for the people who were able to form safety groups. However, you hadn’t been so luckily. Alone since day one.
“What are we doing here?” You tried moving but Mark’s arms wouldn’t budge.
“To get you help.” Mark suddenly hooked his arm under your knees and his other arm on your back. Was he seriously caring you bridal style?
Mark casually walked into the base where people wanted him dead. A lot of them were fully ready to shoot him, but stopped at the sight of you in his arms.
If his memory was correct, this was the resistance with the leader who had powers, something to do with atoms? She actually put up a better fight than most others, but still not enough to defeat him.
Mark stood there, right in the middle, completely silent, until Eve came out.
Mark’s head tilted up. “Mend his wounds, and I won’t kill everyone in this building right now.” His head then lowered. “Try anything, and I’ll make yours and everyone else’s death as slow as possible.”
Eve, knowing better than to question him at the moment, called over the most qualified to help you out while keeping a close eye on him. “Fine.”
Mark gradually put you down as if you’d shatter in an instant and let go of you, who looked back and forth between him and the others as you walked forward. You were guided to sit down on one of those plastic chairs you’d usually see at family gatherings.
Eve walked over to you, looking over her shoulder at Mark and then turned back to you. “Sorry, but I have so many questions. Are you alright? How are you still alive?”
You glanced down at some person’s hands untying the fabric wrapped around your arm. “I wondering the same thing.” You let out a small laugh.
You two kept your voices low, which partially upset Mark but he brushed it off. Instead, he spent his time glaring at anyone who dared to look at him.
“But uh, I think maybe he hasn’t killed me yet because we were friends when we were kids? But he moved away. I had no idea he would return like this though.” You scratched your neck with your free hand.
“Yeah, how could you?” Eve replied. “Okay, brace yourself. This part is going to sting a lot.” She placed a firm grip on your shoulder.
You nodded, mentally preparing yourself, but you still flinched at the burning sensation and biting your tongue.
You then felt a strong gust of wind and blinked.
“Mark!” You shouted, making him stop his tracks. You opened your eyes to see him holding onto the person’s head from behind, just about to crush their skull.
You looked at the person’s terrified face, their body frozen in place. You looked up at Mark with disappointment.
“They’re just disinfecting the cut. Let them go.” As scared as you were, you made sure to keep your tone authoritative.
Mark only grunted in response before releasing them.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief in unison.
“We’re almost done.” Eve said, loud enough for both you and Mark to hear. She held out her hand over your scar. A pink light appeared and then materialized into stitches. You couldn’t help but feel amazed, that childhood love of superhero’s never truly went away.
Once her hand moved away, you gave your arm a test, straightening and bending it.
“Thanks.” You gave Eve and the others your best smile. You looked past them at Mark who seemed to be growing more impatient by the moment. You knew staying there for a second longer was too risky.
You stood up, struggling a little. “They did their part, Mark. Let’s leave them all alone now.” You held onto his arm when you reached his side. The sooner you two leave, the safer those people would be.
Mark hugged you tight, just like before, and shot into the sky again.
It felt amazing having you in his arms again. It was like he found the last missing part of him. And now, there was nothing in your guy’s way, nothing separating you two anymore. Overjoyed would be an understatement to describe Mark. But when he looked down at your face, you didn’t seem to feel the same.
“Did I do something to make you sad, Y/n?” Mark stopped, bringing his hand under your chin and forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Don’t lie to me.”
You sighed. “Well, my entire city and home have been destroyed, and the world is in chaos right now. So yeah, I’m a little upset at you.” You said in the politest way possible. “I don’t want to be conquered by aliens. I just wanted to start college and hate my classes. You know, live a normal life.”
“I can give you a better life though. Whatever you want, it’s yours. I’ll stop at nothing for you.” Mark pouted, the same way he did as a kid, realizing that his words didn’t get rid of the dark cloud looming over you.
An idea popped into his mind.
Mark changed his course, flying in some other direction.
“Mark, where are you taking me?” You asked flatly.
“You’ll see when we get there.”
You stood in confusion when Mark placed you down in front of an ice cream shop.
He hovered close to the ground. “Do you remember this place?”
Your eyes squinted as you read what was remaining of the shop name. “Wait… I do. This was the ice cream place we used to go to every summer.”
“Exactly.” Mark stepped onto the ground and took your hand, leading you forward. “Eating it always seemed to make you happy and you’d smile a lot. I want to see you smile again.”
“That’s… very sweet of you?” You walked through the space where a door should’ve been. The shop wasn’t in horrible condition, but it had definitely seen better days. Some of the lights were busted, some chairs knocked over, and the large windows had become just piles of shattered glass on the floor.
“Come on out now.” Mark moved towards the counter. “I can hear your heartbeat.” Each passing second only made Mark more irritated.
A worker stepped out from the back of the shop, his hands up and shaking. You guessed he must’ve been looking for resources or hiding. Poor him.
“What would you like, Y/n?” Mark glanced up at the menu. “We can share. Just like when we were younger.”
Playing along with him seemed to have worked since the moment he found you, and it seemed like that only thing you were able to do.
“I guess, can we get a number seven? With those flavors?” You pointed down at the ice cream tubs. Almost everything was running on backup power, so to everyone’s luck, things would play out normally.
The guy looked at you with a panicked expression, wondering what the hell was going on, to which you just mouthed ‘Just do it.’
The worker cleared his throat. “Yeah, I can for sure do that for you guys. Just give me a minute.” He lowered his hands, getting to work instantly.
“Come on, we can sit and wait. Over…” Your eyes scanned over the room. “There.” You proceeded to shove yourself into a booth. Mark followed and sat beside you, just a little bit closer than he should’ve.
“So…” You propped yourself with your elbows on the table. “Where have you been for these past years? Never thought I’d see you again.” You couldn’t forget that it was still your childhood best friend you were talking to. There were just so many things you wanted to know, beyond why he wanted to dominate the planet.
“In my duration of knowing you, I had lied to you. My father was a viltrumite, and my mother was a human. But due to the genetic dominance of viltrumite genes, I am close to being a pure blooded viltrumite. So when I ‘moved away,’ I was returning to the planet, Viltrum, for training with my just gained powers.” Mark felt a heavy weight being lifted off of his shoulders. He was finally able to tell you the truth, the full truth.
“So let me get this straight. You’re an alien who looks really human, but you can fly, move at high speeds, and have super strength pretty much?” You listed his abilities off of your fingers.
Mark nodded. “Correct.”
“Can you shoot lasers out of your eyes or something?”
“That would be ridiculous.”
“Right.” You sighed. “And I used to think you were just some regular human kid like me. Way to make me feel like a literally powerless loser.” You playfully scoffed and crossed your arms.
“Why does that matter?” Mark raised an eyebrow.
“Well, it doesn’t, but it also doesn’t change the fact that you can fly and stuff, and I can’t.” You observed Mark’s face, sharper and more defined than ever. He had that same pushed back hair style from when he was younger and the same dark brown eyes. So everything from the neck up would be what you’d expect, but everything under… definitely not. His clothes were pure white, but stained with blood. And why was he so toned? Did viltrumite clothing just give off that look? Or did the clothes just extenuate each and every muscle on his body? It felt wrong to admit, but Mark was scarily close to your type…
“Y/n?”
“Huh, what?” Your eyes shot back up.
“There something I need to return to you.” Mark placed something on the table and slid it towards you.
“What are you talking… no way.” You took a hold the old action figure and brought it closer to your face. “You kept it all this time? I thought you would’ve thrown it away.”
“I would never.”
You looked at him, surprised at how serious he seemed about it. You nearly forgot you had given him the figure of your favorite character. As you got older, that superhero obsession slowly died down, and you matured. You were pretty sure those toys you had as a kid were stashed away in a box in some storage unit after you moved for college.
“I don’t understand though.” You bent the toys limbs like you were checking its quality, which you were impressed by. “Why would you keep it?”
“Our promise. I have no interest in still playing with toys, but I still want to spent the rest of my time with you.”
You choked on air. “If I didn’t know any better, it sounds like you’re trying to marry me or something.”
“What’s that? I already told you I wasn’t going to kill you.” Mark leaned back into the seat cushion.
You placed the toy back onto the table. “You actually don’t know what marriage is?” If it were any other situation, you would’ve laughed out loud. In this case, you still laughed, but only a little.
Mark’s blank stare was more than enough of an answer for you.
“It’s basically when two people make vows and like promise to love each other until death.”
“Hm. How strange.” Mark brought his had to his chin. “Should we get married then?”
You blinked. “What?”
“Your ice cream is ready.” The worker, to be honest you had forgotten about, presented your order with two spoons.
“Ah thanks.” You noticed the man’s hands shaking, nearly dropping the ice cream. He was clearly fearing for his life, and Mark’s intense scowl didn’t help in the slightest.
Mark looked at you and then back at him. “Now leave. I’ll only spare you this once.” He gave a dismissive hand gesture.
That guy ran right out of there as fast as humanly possible.
You relaxed once the worker was out of sight. You then gazed down at the dessert. You had ordered what you used to always get with Mark, since you never were able to finish it on your own but wanted it badly. You couldn’t even recall the last time you had eaten it. You would have really enjoyed eating your former favorite treat if the circumstances were different.
You tried to use the spoon the scoop some up but then the pressure of moving your arm like that painful, forcing you to drop it.
You cursed under your breath.
Mark watched your struggle, and then picked up the other spoon himself. “I’ll feed you it.” His casual tone was just going to kill you.
“Mark, no. You’re not feeding me ice cream. Mark. I’m not your girlfriend.” You turned your head away from him, avoiding the spoon pointed at your face.
“Of course not, you’re my boyfriend.”
“I don’t think you know what that word means.”
“I know what it means. You’re a boy, and you’re my friend. Now stay still.” Mark inched closer to you.
You pushed your hands against his chest. “I’m not staying still. I-” Mark accidentally got some of the ice cream on your cheek, right next to your mouth.
“Damn it, do you think there’s any napkins here?” You half jokingly asked.
“No need.” You felt Mark’s hand grab your jaw, and his tongue against your skin, dangerously close to your lips. Your cheeks flushed, and a heat ran up your neck.
You were at a loss of words. You immediately backed away, wiping away the spot with the back of your hand. “What the fuck, Mark! Did you just lick me?”
“Yes, but you’re clean now.” Mark took a bite of the ice cream with the same spoon he was just trying to feed you with, then took another scoop and pointed it towards you. “Eat it before it melts.”
There was just no winning with this guy. “… Fine.”
For the next thirty minutes, you sat there, begrudgingly being spoon fed by your childhood best friend. Sure, it tasted amazing but that was besides the point.
As you ate, you started to think a little bit harder on how Mark acted towards you. How touchy he was towards you, how he treated you like you were the only thing that mattered to him, how he licked you like it was nothing. Everything the two of you did was just a little too intimate for being best buddies. It was almost as if he liked you more than a friend…
You quickly switched topics in your mind. Now, you were on your phone while Mark was trying to find somewhere to dispose your guy’s trash, after you had scolded him for saying to leave it there.
You texted your few friends and your family, assuring them you were okay and asking if they were okay. And while you waited for their response, you scrolled through your social medias, finding out new information every second. You saw people posting videos of their experience so far, people theorizing what in the world was going on, and people trying to figure out what to do now that Earth was in shambles.
You weren’t all too sure what to do either. Yes, you did basically have special privileges for some reason, but it was like walking on egg shells around Mark now. What would happened if you pissed him off? Pushed him to the limit without knowing it?
“What are you doing?”
You jumped in your seat at Mark’s sudden appearance. “I’m just scrolling. I’m surprised the service still works actually. Ah fuck.” You stared at the black screen with the symbol of the battery empty.
“And I left my stuff at home…”
“I can take you.”
“Oh yeah.”
You felt exhausted anyways, even after consuming all of that sugar. Your whole body still felt like it was on alert, and all you wanted was to lie in your heavenly bed again.
You had finally gotten used to just holding onto Mark as tight as possible and zone out while he was flying. Luckily, your house was pretty close. And even more surprisingly, still standing. It actually seemed untouched? The only defining thing was the your parent’s car wasn’t parked in the driveway. It gave you a little hope they were alright.
You stopped walking once you reached the front door. “Where’d I put my keys?… Don’t break the door open, Mark.”
Mark lowered his fist. “It would be more efficient if I did though.”
“For a moment. And then next thing you know my house is being broken into by strangers.” You shoved your key into the lock.
“You say that as if I couldn’t defeat them all.”
You pushed the door open. “Even so, I just don’t want that to happen. Come on.” You motioned your hand back and forth, signaling for him to follow you.
He hovered closely behind you.
As you were taking off your shoes and setting them close to the door, Mark examined the house he hadn’t been in for years. Not too much was different, just some new furniture and new photos decorated around the living room.
Mark picked up a random picture frame from the shelf under the tv. It was a photo of you (He partially smiled) and some other guy (He frowned). It seemed like a fairly recent picture. You were wearing a suit and tie, and standing close enough to the other guy to make Mark’s blood boil. Why was that guy’s arm around your shoulder?
“What’s this?” Mark presented the frame to you.
“Ugh, I told them to get rid of it.” You muttered, your brows furrowed. “That’s a picture of me and my ex-boyfriend at our senior prom. We broke up about a year ago. I guess my parents just forgot to throw it away.”
“Ex boyfriend?” He raised a brow.
“Means I used to like him romantically, but not anymore… I don’t wanna talk about it.” You looked down.
Your upset tone and expression was more than enough for Mark to already hate the guy.
“You don’t need to.” Mark squeezed the picture frame until it broke, the wood splitting and the glass shattering. And then tore up the image faster than the eye could see. He did it for you of course, but also maybe a little for himself.
You were already half way up the stairs, mumbling something about being tired. Mark naturally returned to your side, unsettlingly quiet.
You entered your room, still the same as you left it. After looking around for a bit, you found your charger and plugged your phone. You internally celebrated seeing it charging.
You looked down upon your clothes, if you would even consider them that anymore. Maybe you could look for a sewing kit later. And they definitely needed a wash too. From how much Mark was clinging onto you, the blood on him stained your clothes. And not to mention the dirt you had accumulated yourself from your little adventures.
You unzipped your jacket and threw it onto your chair. “I’m going to change.” You dug though your clean clothes, not bothering to look over at Mark.
“Okay.”
…
You turned around. “Are you going to get out?”
“Why would I need to? We have the same anatomy.”
“That’s not the issue.” You grabbed a random pillow and threw it at Mark who caught it with ease. “I just don’t want you looking, okay?”
“You humans are so weird. Feeling embarrassed about body parts.” Mark faced the wall, bringing the pillow to his face.
“I think you’re the weird one for being okay with seeing me near naked.” You said as you changed into clean and comfortable clothes. “Okay I’m done.”
You collapsed onto your bed, letting out a sigh. The coldness of the blanket and sheets were just right. Did your bed always feel this good? You opened one of your eyes and sat up.
“Mark, you are not lying in my bed. Back up, right now.” You held your hand out in front of him. “You have blood all over you. It’s a miracle it hasn’t gotten on the floors.”
Mark took a single step back. “But I want to join you. It’ll be like our sleepovers.”
You sighed dramatically before getting up and walking to your closet. “I’ll look for something for you to borrow.”
“Alright.”
“There’s gotta be something your size.” You pushed hanger after hanger. If Mark were any of your other friends, you’d have no problem finding something of yours for them to wear. But for someone with a body like Mark… it was difficult. You finally managed to find a basic large white shirt and gray sweatpants.
“Here, you can wear-” Your eyes were met with the sight of Mark shirtless and just about to undo his pants. Your head whipped around before you could see anymore. So without looking, you extended your hand holding the clothes towards him.
“Give a guy a warning next time dude!” You covered your face with your hands and faced the wall, not only to look away but to also hide how flustered you were.
“But I don’t mind if you saw me.” Mark bluntly stated. He truly did not understand why you were care so much about seeing each other’s bodies. Feeling embarrassment was a weakness after all.
“Well I mind, so just changed already.”
“I did.”
“So you can change into clothes that fast, but not out of clothes that fast?” You looked over at his nested folded pile of clothes on the floor, and then back at him. He actually looked like a regular guy you’d see in a class or in a hallway. So that’s what would’ve been if he was human.
You fell onto your bed again, shifting around to find the best position. You laid on your side, facing the wall. You heard the sound of shuffling behind you and then felt a warm presence against your back, an arm around your waist, and… was he nuzzling into your neck?
“Mark… what are you doing?” You laid there, frozen in place. You were too tired at that point to push him off.
“I’m not sure. It just felt right.” Mark’s face was against your neck, making you feel each breath as he spoke. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you felt extremely comfortable with Mark hugging onto you like that. And you were already so exhausted. Maybe letting him cuddle you this once wouldn’t hurt?
“No, you’re fine. Just don’t make it weird I guess.” You shut your eyes, moving around again.
“I missed you so much, Y/n.” Mark held onto you tighter.
“… I missed you too, Mark.”
Note: I did it guys. I finally finished this. Idk what the word count as I’m writing this but I know it’s at least 5k words which is crazy. But anyways I just wanted to say I’m so grateful for all of my followers and especially you guys who ask me questions or like request cuz I just love talking to people.
I hope that the anon who requested this prompt liked what I made. I lowkey went a bit crazy. Sorry the ideas just kept on flowing to me. ALSO, I’m always opened to requests for Mark Grayson that fine ass man. OMG I NEED HIM… okay. Calm down.
And if there’s any typos or like weirdly worded sentences… just ignore it… PLEASE
If there's anyone who wants the idea or quest for young Nolan or mark grayson ( specific Viltrumite Mark or any marks you see fit) I have one for you. 🤭 you can change or do what you want with this request, especially the ending. ( but I low-key like the thought of her taking him to her universe so you can use that.) ( also, I just added this but y'all can make this yandere too?
Stronger! Kryptonian! Reader x young! nolan grayson
Stronger! Kryptonian! Reader x mark grayson
I want reader who from another dimension (the DC universe) ends up in Invincible verse. While she starts searching for a way home, She starts off as enemies at first with the Viltrumites, seeing them as just blood thirsty brutes that are in her way of getting home since they have a special material that she needs in order to create a device so she can send herself home.
while they view her as a threat / a worthy conquest so many of them approach her to fight to prove themselves. Despite repeated fights, she easily defeats those she meet but spares their lives usually, unintentionally earning their respect in a weird way and a reputation for her strength and other abilities.
Enter young! Nolan / mark and Other Viltrumite, who are eventually sent to defeat / recruit her but is quickly overpowered. Humiliated yet intrigued, he returns for multiple rematches while still trying to recruit her, and she sees it as some kind of light training for herself. over time their rivalry softens into a strange bond. As they grow closer, Nolan / Mark begins to fall for her and awkwardly tries to ( Viltrumite Style ) court her by prove his strength to her.
( she's oblivious because she doesn't know much about Viltrumite culture) When he learns what she been looking for, Nolan / Mark ultimately retrieves it for her as a sort of a weird courting gift but is reluctant to give it to her after finding out what she needs it for since he doesn't want her to leave him. At least just yet anyway.
⚠️: reader hates (!!) Mark Grayson, Mark variants are here and in love with you (!!), mentions of Mohawk’s harem of women that look like Eve (he would never desecrate your memory like that), reader probably (definitely) is a little traumatized, mentions of broken bones, bruises and physical violence, reader has/had a stalker, you find a kid (you know her) and rebuke the idea of leaving her alone in the crumbling city, Mohawk is a pervert, Viltrum Mark is kind of a sweetie (Anissa mention but she’s dead because I say she DESERVES IT!!) I think that’s it. Anyways.
This is long. I got carried away. I apologize.
Part 1
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“Get off of me.”
Your tone is much more sure than you know it should be but he’s still here— the Mark that gutted his Eve. He’s still here, still gripping at you in a way that makes you feel restrained. It reminds you of the taste of copper from having your own blood in your mouth and the hands of a stranger holding you down on your kitchen floor.
He’s since pressed his face back into your throat, huffing there like you’re some kind of drug, “Fuck, I can never get them to smell just right..” You stiffen — what the fuck does that mean?
You’re wiggling in his grip, trying to desperately get the fuck away from him, “quit fucking sniffing me and get off!” He pulls back just enough for you to see the shadow of his brow, as he presses his face into your chest, “nah, babe. I can’t do that— haven’t had this smell direct from the source in years.”
It’s simple and enrages you so much you begin to panic at the feeling of his hands tightening at your hips, holding you steady as he nuzzles his face into anywhere, any part of you, he can reach. You heave, unbelievably uncomfortable— and peer up into the sky where your Mark is pushing back the other versions of him to create some sort of distance between you and them.
Your tone is confused when you speak again, “what the fuck does that mean? direct from the source?”
Mohawk pulls back, eyes meeting yours, his hands moving from your hips to cup at your face, one thumb tracing the line of your jaw, the other smoothing over your eyebrow, “god — forgot how fuckin’ pretty you are,” he’s still looking at you like you’re something to be worshipped, “listen, babe, I’ve got these girls back home who may or may not look like Eve — but I make ‘em smell like you. Make ‘em use your body wash, shampoo, perfume — everything I could find in that bathroom of yours.” His look turns thoughtful, “it’s never the same though.”
You feel insulted, disgusted and despite yourself, pissed off, “oh — you think I’m pretty but you found girls that look like Eve? That’s real fucking smooth, you fucking asshole.” You use the way he startles at your scolding to get away from him, jerking your head free haphazardly, “Jesus Christ — like I needed someone else to step on my fucking self confidence.”
Mohawk looks panicked at your outburst for a second— you feel a gross amount of smugness about that, and then you turn to leave with a roll of your eyes.
“it — it’s not like that, baby.” He’s chasing after you on the ground, “they’re nothing, promise. I just couldn’t do that to you— to her. I wanted to remember you how you were!”
You don’t stop, you stay steady and keep moving away from him. Begrudgingly, you’re making your way back towards your Mark.
Your hands shoot up when you notice he’s looking down at you, “Is your offer to get me out of here still standing? I’m ready to leave! Right now!”
You watch as all the variants turn their gazes towards you — fuck. This was so fucking stupid of you to do.
You’re sure it’s a sight, you trying to wave down Mark fucking Grayson, the real one, who is subsequently fighting off three other versions of him and then there’s another him— the one with the Mohawk— looming over your shoulder. This is fucking ridiculous.
Your Mark doesn’t hesitate, he’s on the ground in front of you before you can blink, hand outstretched, tone relieved, “yes — yeah, of course it is.”
The taste of resentment is bitter in your throat when your fingers brush against Mark’s.
You’re too slow.
Mohawk has his hand around Mark’s wrist, twisting it away from you before you can bring yourself to fully grasp his hand, “you’re not taking her from me, you weak fucking traitor.”
The nerve you lost when you were alone with Mohawk suddenly rears its head, “uh — yes, he fucking is.”
You’re scowling at Mohawk, watching as he smiles, “yeah? you think I’m going to let you go again?” Your gaze flickers to the other versions, landing in a wide circle around the three of you before lingering back on him, “you didn’t let me go, asshole,” you pause for a second, “you let me get killed over some fucking pussy.”
Your Mark winces at your tone, Mohawk licks his lips, eyes turning hot, “so fuckin’ mouthy, aren’t you baby? You’re fucking right, should have just stayed with you— bet you would’ve given me the best pussy I’d ever have.”
You’re almost snarling at him when another voice, still Mark’s but different, cuts through, “That’s enough.”
It’s the one in the full Viltrum uniform, closing the distance between the three of you, “She is permitted to leave if that’s what she wants.”
You aren’t paying attention anymore, you’re too busy looking past them. No — oh god, no. Is that? It is. You’re speaking before you can stop yourself, “Lily?”
Her little head snaps straight towards you, echoing your name back at you like a prayer. She looks terrified of the men surrounding you. You can only imagine what she’s seen. It’s your neighbor.. no, calling her just your neighbor doesn’t feel right— it’s your friend’s sweet little girl, alone and far too close to whatever fighting was just happening.
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Lily is covered in soot, gripping her favorite little bunny in one fist like it’s the only thing keeping her safe. You’re pushing past all of the variants before you can think, movements quick and terrified, “where’s your mom, honey?”
Her tiny hands are reaching up for you and you don’t hesitate, leaning down and wrapping her up to keep her close to your chest. Lily sniffles in your arms, whimpering against your neck, “she was inside.”
You begin to scan the area. You’d been lucky. You weren’t home when your apartment building collapsed. You want to scream at the implication of what that means for Lily’s mother— your fucking friend, the only friend you’d managed to make and keep after the attack on your life.
Lily begins to cry and with her, so do you.
“Awwwwh — isn’t that sweet?” You stiffen, teary-eyed and furious when you turn to look at the one with the Mohawk, “is this funny to you?” You’re serious when you ask. You want to hear him say it — show you the monster you know has been biting under the surface this whole time.
He doesn’t get the chance, your Mark makes his move the moment you turn and he sees the ugly amount of tears on your face— you’re sniveling like he’s never seen before, sobbing and gasping as you hold the girl you’d called Lily.
There’s something broken there, right beneath the surface of your brave facade, Mark’s strong best friend, the love of his life — but there’s something that shatters in you when when you hear Lily cry harder. You try to stop crying— try to swallow the sobs and Mark feels useless when you suck in deep breaths, determined to stop and do something to get Lily to safety.
He, your Mark, notes the quiver in your hands as you fight against yourself— against the fear he knows you feel to your fucking toes as you’re stared down by four other fucking crazy hims. You’re backing away from them, slowly, like you don’t want to set them off.. and the one in the yellow cape? He’s too close.
Mark won’t let anything happen to you— not again. Your Mark needs you safe, alive— even if you hate him.
With a roar of desperation you don’t think you’ve ever heard from your Mark, he uses his full might to wrench free of Mohawk’s grip, driving a fist into the variant’s face before you can even register it hitting. And then so suddenly you hardly see him move, he’s on the one in the yellow cape, dragging him backwards, away from you.
Mark’s voice echoes loud— desperate and sure, a quivering call of your name followed by, “Go! Right now!”
It’s all you need. Your tears are fully dried up.
You can save her.
You tuck Lily closer and sprint away.
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You do it again.
You make the same mistake of watching your feet instead of the sky. You hear him before you see him, “You are going to get hurt.” Your head snaps up and you skid to a stop, keeping Lily tucked so she can’t see him, can’t worry about what he might do to the two of you.
It’s the one in the Viltrum uniform and dispite yourself, you’re practically foaming at the mouth with rage at the implication he’s making, “is that a fucking threat?”
He’s stares down at you, stoic and sure, “No.” You stare at him, waiting for him to elaborate, “It is an observation.”
Your lips are curling up at him already, “Fuck you!” You turn and head the opposite direction, thinking quick on your feet about the bank, more specifically, the vault in the bank. It should be close— you bet that if you get Lily there she can hide until rescue teams make their way through.
You know he’s following, you can see his shadow on the ground next to you, “listen, fucker — I already had a stalker, I don’t need another one!”
Viltrum isn’t phased by your name calling or your tone, instead he’s looking around for threats and keeping his pace steady with yours, “I am just making sure you get where you are going safely.” You scowl, but keep moving, breathing a sigh of relief when the bank comes into view. You grin up at the variant, more proud than you should be in the situation, one hand motioning to the bank, “I can handle myself just fine.”
You note the thick difference— the shift in his tone, “I have heard that from you once before… It was not true.”
You blink up at him, suddenly feeling how tired you truly are, but you don’t stop moving— you can’t, “Am I dead where you’re from too?” He doesn’t answer — not with words but you can see the shift in his jaw, the way his hand twitches.
He’s flying away before you can push for an answer.
You step into the bank, working through the rubble until you make it to the far side — the vault, finally. You brush at Lily’s hair to comfort her, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her dusty head, before letting her down and guiding her by the hand deeper, “Go on in, honey.”
She does, squeezing under the table closest to her, “You’ll be safe here, okay? You stay here and you don’t move until you hear me come back.” And Lily, sweet Lily — she’s so brave when she answers, “Okay, I’ll stay here.”
You want to squeeze her, kiss her, stay with her — but you have to keep moving. You have to find your Mark.. and maybe help some other people make it to the safety of the vault on the way.
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Viltrum hits the ground next to you the moment you step out of the ruins, “This block is secure — no fires or imminent threats. She will be safe.” You nod, mouth dry as you settle against a steady piece of rubble. You just need to rest.
All the walking has made the pain in your bad ankle flare. You promise yourself you’ll rest for just a moment.
He’s still there, close by, closer than he should be— staring at you, but not in the uncomfortable way Mohawk was. He has the lingering look of wanting to worship you but there’s something else, something almost akin to shame.
“Was I killed there too?” You break the heavy silence, fingers rubbing at the scar on the ankle that was once stomped to shatters, the one that still causes you trouble when it’s cold or raining. The one that aches when you lay down every night.
“Yes.” It’s simple enough but you can’t help the curiosity, “You weren’t there?”
Viltrum looks utterly miserable now, like he dreads his answer, stoic expression breaking to show something that’s almost disgust at himself, “I did not make it in time to save you.” Your head tilts, “another woman?” He looks even more disgusted now, “No. Never.”
“What happened then?”
He moves closer, eyes trained on where you’re rubbing at your ankle, like he can’t bare to look you in the eyes when he says it, “Anissa. A Viltrumite.”
You look up at him in confusion, “I thought you said there wasn’t another woman.” His gaze finally levels with yours, “She was not ‘another’ woman. She was nothing but dirt on the bottom of my boot. You were the only woman I ever wanted— and she thought taking you from me before I could confess to you would make me open to fathering a child for her.”
“Did it?”
“No. I killed her. I put my fist through her chest and listened to her gasp and plead for mercy.”
You’re unnerved by how simple Viltrum says it but you don’t show it. You test your ankle and it twinges under your weight. You can’t suppress the wince, the way you grasp for something to grip to steady yourself— and almost instantly, Viltrum is by your side, hands stretched to catch you if you fall, “You are hurt.”
You scowl at him, swatting his hands away as you adjust through the pain, “It’s nothing fresh… When,” you swallow hard, trying to fight through the memory, the very thought of it happening to you, “When I was attacked — he broke my ankle, stomped on it until it was mush, just so I couldn’t run from him again. It took four surgeries and a metal rod, but at least I can walk.”
You don’t want him to see the quiver of fear in your jaw at just the very memory of what happened to you. Instead, you look up— but you know he can tell you’re terrified of that memory by the rush of your blood, the patter of your heart in your chest— the way you’ve closed off from him. You’re trying to hide. From the pain, from the fear and you? You can tell he wants to hold you by the hover of his hands. You don’t— won’t let him. He knows that. He backs away, opting to instead watch the way your eyes move.
You’re scanning the sky, watching for any sign of your Mark. You seem him, distantly. He’s currently being strangled by the one dressed like Omni-Man and you can’t help but to wince at the sight.. despite the sick pleasure in your gut you know you shouldn’t feel.
You remember what hands squeezing around your throat feels like and you know it doesn’t hurt him as much as it did you.. but still. You can’t help the satisfaction.
You turn away quickly, looking to Viltrum, “why’re you guys here anyways?”
He doesn’t— hasn’t, looked away from you, almost like he doesn’t want to look anywhere else out of fear of you not really being there, like you might vanish if he turns away, “To conquer.”
You want to roll your eyes at the simplicity of his answer, but you don’t. Your gaze is drawn to the crumbling roof across the street. The variant with the yellow cape is perched there, statuesque in posture. It’s instant, Viltrium tears his gaze tears away from you, and he moves to shield you from the new, visor covered gaze.
“Sinister,” Viltrum’s tone is clipped. You note the hostility in his tone. He’s on edge. In response, Sinster’s tone is coy and teasing when he speaks, and his grin is nothing but teeth, “I was wondering where you went, soldier boy.”
When Viltrum doesn’t respond, Sinister continues, shifting his weight on the rooftop, “You’re trying to steal the girl?”
Your peer from behind Viltrum, bracing your hand against his back to stand on your tiptoes— you choose to ignore the sharp intake of breath and the tilt of Viltrum’s head to look at you like you’re holy because you’re touching him.
You’re still determined to look, despite the voice in your head telling you not to. You do, you fucking look — and you make what you think is eye contact with him, Sinister. That name fits.
He sends a chill down your spine you can’t explain— a chill that shoots deep into your bones, one that’s gross and heavy and itching under the heaviness of his gaze.
You can’t see his eyes— but you can feel them, observant and cruel.
He reiterates, still speaking to just Viltrum but this time— this time, it’s something less coy, something more vicious, like he’ll kill the variant you’re hiding behind if the answer is incorrect in his mind, “I asked you if you’re trying to steal my girl, Viltrum…?”
summary: How's Batsis!Reader holding up in the other Invincible universes?
pairing(s): al ghul!batsis!reader x invincible variants, hence: viltrumite mark, mohawk mark, sinister mark, omni-mark and maskless mark! i know there are more but be aware that this just is how most of the batsis in the other universes are doing anyway lmao
warnings: headcanon format, baby making mentions, unhealthy relationships, mention of harems and murder lmao, at some point this gets kinda dark ngl... not detailed, but it's implied pretty heavily that most variants kept reader under captivity, suicide, implied domestic violence
author's note: (kinda) requested by @xirquen! i just wanted to get this out of my system really 💔 i fear my favoritism for viltrumite mark is showing but anyways... he's the only ooc one i fear
original fic ⮕ fighting the hating the boyfriend final boss(es)
VILTRUMITE MARK:
the only reality where reader ended up being treated like a queen and not a prisoner lmfao 😭
i imagine that batsis stayed with the al ghuls in this reality, and got raised as heir by ra's. damian probably surrendered to being her right hand and bodyguard, and when eventually the pit stops working for ra's and he dies, the league passes down to her.
as the shadows were probably the only humans prone to surrendering to the viltrumites, seeing as they recognised their power and how useless fighting back would've been, i like to think that viltrumite mark immediately got interested in batsis!reader. mostly because you volunteered to take over the planet with the league in his stead as a show of loyalty LMAO.
girly you wanted that place in the empire BAD. the viltrumites propose to end world hunger and the environmental crisis in weeks when ra's didn't manage to do so in 800 years, so what if a few thousand (maybe millions) of people have to die? they're not your monkeys anyway...
in this universe, the reader isn't the one we know, as she's probably died multiple times and is thus stronger thanks to the effects of the lazarus pit. hence viltrumite mark, completely oblivious that her strength is absolutely explainable, thinking that her unnatural ability and her utter agreement to the viltrumite cause must be signs from the universe that she's the mate the universe designated for him.
honestly, nothing about your relationship would ever be considered normal, but you guys are just freaky like that. you like the idea of having a half-viltrumite offspring to bring on the league's heritage for thousands of years when you'll inevitably succumb to ra's' same fate (hence see your relationship, and later on marriage by the league's laws, as more of a deal rather than anything else) while mark might just actually be kinda interested in you aside from the whole baby-making quest.
while all of this is happening on earth, on viltrum thragg calls for an emergency meeting with the other soldiers because?? why tf is their best soldier worrying about procreating instead of conquering the planet like he was asked to??
MOHAWK MARK:
bro actually hates you so much that you're like that one itch he never managed to scratch.
until he just kills you off ofc ❤️ then proceeds to spend the rest of his life trying to make women around him resemble you as much as possible because AT LEAST YOU MADE HIM FEEL SOMETHING. it seems this guy doesn't get the difference between sexual frustration and pure unadulterated hate, and the girls around him dressed up as you aren't even half the person you used to be. this could've been a good enemies to lovers but he just HAD to kill you.
so, that's just great. now he's got a harem of bad pretenders and actresses and he doesn't feel anything but vague indifference towards all of them.
don't tell this dude you're still alive in the main universe pls.
SINISTER MARK:
he's like that one manager who's kinda creepy and most certainly a molester that you can't do ANYTHING about.
another universe where reader got raised by the league! here, ra's was still alive when invincible and omni-man started to take over the world, and again, sided peacefully with the viltrumites, trying to ignore the way the guy absolutely wasn't even listening to him but instead staring into your soul.
sinister mark agrees not to obliterate nanda parbat and all the league with it - on one condition. that he gets to have you.
ra's isn't amused with the request at all. you're his heir, after all, his first grandkid and his best soldier- what is he supposed to do without you? but then again, it's not like any of you have much of a choice. he'll either have you willingly or he'll just take you, and the lot of you figure that going without a fight will be better for both you and the league's sake.
but life with the guy is no joke.
on the way to viltrum (because of course he just HAD to uproot your entire life) you figure that you'll go mad before you even set foot on the planet because the guy. is. crazy. and your grandfather is ra's al ghul, for fuck's sake - so you'd say you've seen some things in your life - but he's just on a whole other level, and not the good kind. let's not forget that this guy literally eats people lmao.
you technically can't escape, seeing as he could obliterate the entirety of nanda parbat with a kick, but that doesn't mean you don't try. every subtle attempt is blocked by the man himself, and while he never manages to get you to admit that you were actively trying to escape, that doesn't mean he can't lock you up in your room for weeks after... just in case.
viltrum is brutal on you. the other viltrumites never seemed to care that you were more fragile than them, and mark cares just enough not to let them do unrepairable damage to you because that's HIS job.
being raised the way she was, i honestly doubt reader would've lasted much in such a humiliating environment. she probably made sure to end it for good as soon as a food knife ended up in her hand.
sinister mark? he was just mad he didn't get to kill you first ngl
OMNI-MARK:
so what if for once it wasn't the league to raise reader, but bruce? :D
in this universe batsis ends up being much softer and kind, and probably has no warrior training whatsoever aside from the self defence lessons her father insisted on giving her. i like to think that onmi-mark and her got together young and were high school sweethearts, and when he killed omni-man and took over the planet, she convinced herself that it was just a fluke - that the boy she'd known for years just had enough of his father and took matters into his own hands.
because with you, he's as he always was. attentive, caring, gentle - sure, once or twice or a few times he was a little too rough and sometimes he raises his voice when not needed to, but so what? everyone has bad days.
even with the whole planet-conqueror thing, he makes it work. the two of you get married in a wedding that couldn't be described as anything but normal - aside from the fact that the father of the bride had to avoid trying to kill the groom because that would've been terribly suicidal - and afterwards he makes sure that you have a nice house, not too big like the manor but not too little, either.
it has a nice yard for your future kids to play in and enough space for you to worry about the decor instead of the morality of it all. nevermind that all the neighbors turn out to be working under your husband and casually just forgot to ever tell you.
soon enough, you're pregnant, and your baby boy ends up looking so much like his father that you wonder if he just used you as an incubator for his clone or something. hopefully he won't turn out like him, tho. bruce is already trying to get you out of a situation that is doomed to fail, and he does not need another manipulator in the equation.
MASKLESS MARK:
the only one with no interest in reader aside from being friends with her.
another batsis who grew up with bruce! you guys met in high school and became fast friends alongside william, and you were also the first one to notice the chemistry between them.
soon it became rare to see mark without you or william around and vice versa - so much so that the teachers are pointing out your friendship at parent meetings, empathizing how rare a bond like yours is.
if mark knows something, it's a given you know it too. at some point words aren't even needed anymore, and a glance is all you guys need to understand what's happening. it's uncanny, really.
but like in most universes, unfortunately, things just have to go downhill.
when mark gets his powers and nolan explains viltrum's true intentions to him, he fights his father. he tells him that he's got friends, people he loves - a vaguely normal future ahead of him that doesn't entail becoming part of a colonial empire built on heinous acts like genocides and planet obliterations.
so nolan proceeds to do the only thing that comes to his mind - he destroys that future while mark, beaten to an inch of his life, isn't able to do anything. first, william. then, eve. last, you.
nolan holds a hand around debbie's neck and tells mark that unless he changes his idea about the empire right now, his mother will follow the 'other insects' to the grave. and mark's already seen too much death to try denying him again.
this absolutely isn't me planning a whole other fic with the variants coming to the main universe nooo...
viltrum mark grayson x reader. mark falls to earth, meets reader, they’re both madly in love and mark keeps his origin assignment/purpose hidden, afraid reader will leave him if he reveals the truth. but one day, somehow someway, reader finds out and confronts him. mark sees were this could lead and immediately starts to prevent it from happening by falling to his knees, grabbing readers legs and crying into their thigh. pathetically mumbling and talking about how ‘it was for the mission’ and ‘my love, i would never hurt you’ or ‘you are my girlfriend, soon-to-be-wife/queen (mark is delulu like that) please find it in your heart to forgive me 😢’
"IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE ANON!!! I loveee Mark variant fics. I hope I do this one justice for you." - JOR
Viltrum! Mark x GN! Reader
WORD COUNT: 887 / CHARACTER COUNT: 4,803
THIRD/SECOND PERSON POV:
When Mark first fell down to Earth, his mission was clear: conquest, subjugation, expansion of the Viltrum Empire.
When he first met you, you were working at a local deli — a family-owned business that had been thriving for years. You didn’t have a designated uniform, so you wore whatever you wanted.
Mark pretended to need things at first, asking you for help. For example, he claimed he couldn’t find something as plain and simple as chips. When you went over to help, they were on the top shelf.
“It’s up there… I would get it for you, but I don’t have my stool on me right no—”
He cut you off smoothly by grabbing the bag himself from behind you. His arm reached over your shoulder. He wasn’t uncomfortably close; he smelled faintly of debris mixed with a hint of cologne. Something about the interaction left you flushed.
When he noticed this, he decided you would be part of expanding the empire. That was all he saw at the time.
Mark became a regular at the shop and eventually asked you out on a date.
“Hey.” When Mark spoke, he always seemed so serious and stiff, his shoulders broader than stone.
“Welcome in again,” you greeted him with a warm smile.
“When do you leave this place?” he asked, staring at you intensely, arms crossed.
“Why?” you raised a brow.
“I want to take you to dinner.” He said it without hesitation — more like a statement than a question.
You were excited and accepted nonetheless. You should’ve noticed the red flags by then… but you didn’t.
“I want those… white tubes with white sauce on them.” He pointed at the menu.
You laughed, and it made something in his chest soften, though he pushed the feeling down.
“Chicken Alfredo pasta,” you said.
After the first date, the two of you somehow hit it off. Unbeknownst to you, you went from a weak part of his mission to… a lover in his eyes. He couldn’t help but adore the way you looked, the way you smiled, the way you laughed, and the way you dressed.
It got to the point where he genuinely worried about the secret he was hiding. If you knew, he believed you’d never forgive him. You were too empathetic and kind toward every fragile thing on this planet — everything Viltrumites believed needed to die.
After about three years, you two decided to live together. That’s when you started noticing how often he left with no explanation. Mark would say he was going to work, but when you asked where, he never answered.
He had been absent more often than not recently, and it concerned you more than he realized.
One night, you snooped in his room and found a white and gray suit. It was strange — he wouldn’t cosplay, and if he did, he’d have more than just one suit, right?
You rushed to get your phone, took a photo, and sent it to an AI program to identify whatever it was.
When you leaned down and read the answer, your eyes widened.
“Viltrumites… Viltrum Empire… their goal is… no.”
You wanted to throw up. Had Mark been lying this whole time? Did he actually love you? None of that mattered if he planned on killing basically everyone for some empire.
A loud gust of wind interrupted your thoughts.
“…Y/N… love.”
Tears welled in your eyes. “Don’t.”
He walked toward you slowly. “What’s the matter, hm?”
You tossed the uniform onto his bed. “I know what you are now.”
He couldn’t explain the feeling, but his heart sank.
He could twist his words, try to make this seem okay, but he knew you were smarter than that. You were such a bright, perceptive lover in his eyes. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing you to his assignment — to what he was destined for.
You rubbed your temple as you walked toward the window, holding back a sob. “You’re just here to repopulate and kill. I was never anything except a pawn in your game, Mark. Was this all fake?”
You turned to face him, and the moment your eyes met his, he stepped closer.
You backed up — all the way until your back hit the wall. He noticed, and before you could speak, he dropped to his knees.
“Please,” he whispered, grabbing your legs and holding on tightly.
“It wasn’t for me — it was for the mission. You have to understand—”
You were taken aback. “Get off me.” When you tried to pry him away, his grip tightened almost painfully.
“You’re mine. Please say it, Y/N.” He looked up at you, your expression filled with disgust.
“I would never hurt you…” His grip tightened again.
“You’re my future Empress, love. Mine. Just forgive me. Please forgive me.” He begged and begged.
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A/N: IM GONNA GIVE YOU ONE PATHWAY, only because if it went any other way he'd be delusional and obsessed. If you'd like that just drop a request guys/Anon..
You forgive him:
“…” The silence was deafening at first as he begged.
You cut through the stillness by running your fingers through his charcoaled hair. He melted under your touch like it was a lifeline.
“Don’t disappoint me.” It was a statement more than a request.
A/N: "I LOVEDDD writing this, I hope you like it, reader. REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN BTW!" -JOR
🂹 "Where you know me from, I'm lost? Man you about to make me get off."
♥︎ SYNOPSIS Invincible variants get his with some amnesia power, the only way for them to remember is well... to fuck you...again. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ This is part two with the other variants, here's part one
♥︎ FEATURING Omni Mark, Viltrumite Mark, and Shiesty mark
♥︎ TAGS Gender neutral reader, memory loss, smut, angst, attempt at humor, shiesty just funny to me idk lol, oral, penetration, public sex, hand job, manhandling.
♥︎ A.N "Dear lord would you please have mercy? Rock hard bi- on me twerkin" Song is stuck in my head I stg.
OMNI MARK losing his memory is the worst possible thing to happen to you. Especially since you cut ties with him after he conquered earth. You didn't have a choice, he just wasn't the Mark you knew anymore. He didn't take it well. Not at all. The love he once had for you turned into boiling hate and regret.
So when he appeared in your bedroom you were prepared to die.
You weren't prepared for his gentle touch of his hand tracing the line of your jaw. Or the look of love in his eyes.
"y/n...my love." Mark's thumb traces your bottom lip.
My love? This moment would be sickingly sweet if it wasn't for the fact that you're not his anymore.
"Mark...I'm not-" You start, the quiver in your voice matching the shiver of your body.
"Shhh it's okay, we don't have to do that tonight if you're not in the mood."
Do what?! Now you're so confused. Is he trying to get back with you? Does he think you're still together?
Does he have amnesia or something?
"Mark what are you-!" He pulls you into a hug. It takes you by surprise, you haven't seen him in months. Haven't heard his voice in forever. He inhales your scent, holds you like you're precious because he's scared to lose you. You hate to admit it but a small part of you like it. That same part of you yearns to have him back.
And wanting him back scared you so much. But not enough to stop him from kissing you. The brush of your lips against his sets off butterflies in your stomach. There's zero space between you and him, and yet he wants you closer.
It feels like a sick twisted version of heaven being with him like this again. The kiss deepens until for some reason he stops and pushes you back down on your bed.
That gentle look in his replaced with something much colder. That memory of you leaving him just resurfaced.
And now it feels like you broke his heart twice. But this time he'll fix it. This time he won't let you leave. Especially not with the way he's fucking you in a full nelson. You can't escape the pleasure and you don't want to. It's his name that you should have been screaming all this time. It's his dick that you should have been taking. It's his hand around your neck that you've missed so much.
It was always supposed to be him. It was always supposed to be this way.
And it's this way it's going to stay.
This time he'll make sure you'll never leave again.
VILTRUMITE MARK has no idea where he is right now. This isn't Viltrum. Everyone here is so kind and helpful, and weak. Why is this species so weak? That's not even the important part. The important part here is why do you know who he is? He's never been to this planet before, at least he thinks he hasn't. So why do you, a very attractive inhabitant of this planet, know his name?
"Mark, are you okay?" You look so afraid for his safety which confuses him even further. He's a viltrumite, no one stands a chance fighting him so why are you so scared? "Baby you look a little dazed..."
Baby?! Why did you just call him that?
"Who are you?" He stares down at your worried expressions that only worsens.
"Um y/n...? Is this a bad attempt at a joke?" You grin. Why is your smile so pretty? "You never joke around so something is definitely wrong."
"How do you know me?" He grabs your arm rougher than what you're used to.
"Mark you're my boyfriend, what do you mean?"
Your his lover? You mean to tell him he fell in love on this planet? He doesn't believe a word you're saying. Then you gently grab his face and look into his eyes with a softness that makes him falter. Why he's letting you do this, who knows but it feels nice. Mark ignores the pounding of his heart in his chest. He's not here to fall in love with your charming voice, captivating eyes, or soft touch.
But he does for a second time.
"Do you have amnesia? Is that what he did to you?" You ask. One second he's fighting some rando and the next he's acting like he doesn't know you. He has no clue what you're talking about and honestly he doesn't really care. He has orders to procreate with a species as close to viltrumites as possible and that's what you look like. Out of some random impulse Mark decides to kiss you. If you're who you say you are there shouldn't be a problem.
And there isn't. You have no problem getting on your knees in some random alley way, your hands locked onto his thighs as he shoves his hard dick down your throat. Looking down at you, your eyes teary and cheeks hollowed out Mark mentally scolds himself. How could he ever forget you, the first person to make him blush and see stars. He buries a hand into your hair, using it to pull your mouth up and down on his length.
He knows you can take it, you always do but a small part of him feels bad. First he completely forgot who you were and now he's using your mouth like a fleshlight. Not a single complaint comes out of you though. Because once he finishes he always returns the favor, how could he not give the most mind numbing head to his one and only?
SHIESTY MARK was a complete idiot before he got amnesia and a even worse one with it. You were helping him fight some poor hero, not that he needed help you just like watching. It was fun until Mark got hit with some kind of blast and let the hero get away. Now Mark looks all confused for some reason.
"Mark you okay?" You ask, tapping him on the shoulder.
You can't see his expression but you can tell he's looking at you weird.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Huh?" You reach out for him but he steps back. "Mark what are you talking about?"
"Look hot-stuff either you start explaining how you know my name or else you're dead."
You completely ignore his threat because the whole he reason he likes you so much is because he can't kill you so easily. Mark always talks so big but you know who's really underneath all that talk.
"Mark you're my fucking boyfriend, what do you mean how do I know your name?" You start to think maybe he has amnesia or something.
"Wait boyfriend?....Actually...you're starting to look familiar..." His hand placed on his chin as if he's thinking.
"Really?" You ask surprised, this was easier than you thought.
"Fuck no." Ah. Of course he's not gonna believe you. "No way I'm falling for that sweetheart"
You grimace at his use of pet names, you forgot how lowkey cringe he was when you first met him. How you fell in love with him is a mystery even to yourself. You start to grow irritated with this whole amnesia situation, honestly it's just annoying.
You reach out and grab his flowy mask that you love hate so much, pulling Mark closer to you. He grunts, surprised at not only the contact but at how strong you are too.
"Maybe an ass-kicking might jog your memory then? Huh, Grayson?" In his eyes you're a sexy stranger with a temper who looks like they could beat his ass and nothing is more arousing than that to him.
"I got a better idea." His hands snake down your sides, thumbs drawing circles on your hips. You can see a smirk under his stupid mask and you start to catch his drift.
Of course even after losing his memory he's still down to fuck.
You often pretend it annoys you but you're just as sex addicted as he is. You pull his mask to the side and crash your lips onto his. Mark hungrily kisses you back, before you can really get into it he pulls away.
"Mark wha-"
"Holy shit you weren't lying!" He says a little too happy.
"No shit I wasn't lying, dumbass!" You were about to punch his arm until you ask him how he knows that.
"Seems like some good lovin' is the cure babe." His lips drag down your neck. "Only way to know is if we test it out yeah?"
His theory passes the test with flying colors. Apologies for forgetting you fall from his lips along with his moans from your hand jerking him off. "M' sorry babe..f-fuck...yeah keep going." Mark's head rests on your shoulders, his hands drag up and down the curve of your back. His touch once soft and caressing now desperate and clawing once you stop stroking him, your fingers clenched around the head of his weeping erection.
"You? Sorry? Nah I don't believe you." Such teasing words whispered in his ears. Mark's cockiness and hot-headed exterior dissipates the second he's in your hands, no one else could ever make him feel like this. No one could ever challenge him the way you do, and for you he'll lose every time. "You gotta show me baby, c'mon fuck my hand real good and I'll let you fuck me next."
The last part of your sentence barely gets out and he's already thrusting into your hand.
You vow to kill whoever gave him amnesia, how dare they try and take him away from you? Mark is a idiot sure.
