#viltrumite mark grayson

[tmswritesfanfics]

(more) Mark Grayson Variants as Husbands

Characters: Cap Mark, Full Mask Mark, Maskless Mark, Shiesty Mark, Sinister Mark, Viltrumite Mark

Head Cap Mark

The hot husband who gets hit on by everyone. He knows he has a pretty face and has a more detailed skincare routine than you. He is vain and takes great pride in his physical appearance and can be quite the charmer when he needs to be. 

While he likes the attention, he never entertains them. He has eyes only for you after all.

He’s a gossip, too. He knows everything about everyone in the neighborhood, likes to spill the tea while you two are in bed. 

One of the Marks who can cook better than their partner, or at least, without destroying the appliances. He loves feeding you. Gives you snacks almost every two hours. You blame him for your weight gain, but he can’t help it. You’re so cute when you’re eating.

Full Mask Mark

Yearns for a simple, peaceful family life. His biggest dream after marrying you is to give you children, not because that’s “the mission,” but because he genuinely wants to be a good father. 

Because he is (lovingly) a momma’s boy, the two of you spend holidays with Debbie. You don’t mind because hello, it’s Debbie.

He tries so hard to honor his commitments to you, but he is still so soft-hearted, he couldn’t just ignore a little girl crying because her balloon was stuck in a tree or a sweet old lady crossing the road. He is always late to your dates. He always feels guilty, but you reassure him each time, because he was almost never late to the important things.

Almost because he was late once and lost you completely.

Maskless Mark

Total introvert. His friends and teammates don’t worry when he doesn’t look at the messages in their group chats or see him outside of work. He genuinely would rather spend his free time with you, alone, in the house.

Strong cat dad energy. You two adopted a stray momma cat once and he used to sleep on the floor next to her when she was too tired to move.

He wants to learn to cook, but don’t let him. He will set off the fire alarms. One time he tried to make you lasagna and you came home to find fire trucks surrounding the house while your husband hugged a big fat cat and her kittens by the driveway.

Shiesty Mark

A total manchild, but beneath all that roughness, he’s thoughtful and devoted. 

When you express disapproval of certain habits, like leaving the toilet lid up when not in use (gross) or drinking the milk straight out of its carton (again, gross), he will pout but won’t do it ever again.

He is extremely protective, they all are compared to normal, well-adjusted people, but this one will fuck up anyone who looks at you the wrong way. He tends to get angry on your behalf, too, like when you tell him about your abusive boss or annoying co-workers.

He is a touch fiend and always has one hand on you. It doesn’t have to be sexual, sometimes he just likes the feeling of your bare chest and the fat of your thighs between his fingers.

Sinister Mark

Quite the romantic, also super competitive. He laughs at humans who get divorced, because in his eyes, that makes them failures. But that’s not to say that he approves of idiots staying together while they destroy each other. Divorce is funny, but pretending to be in love? That’s downright pathetic.

Love is supposed to be fun, but he also knows that it’s about effort. This man doesn’t believe in letting the flame die. He will bring you flowers everyday after work without fail. He will open doors for you, carry your things even when they’re super light, buy you chocolate, and take you to dinner every week, and it doesn’t have to be fancy, maybe you prefer McDonald’s over a sushi restaurant, that’s cool with him.

Despite his own philosophy, he actually doesn’t expect you to treat him the same way. Just agreeing to spend time with him and accepting his presents are more than enough. All he wants from you is to always have you by his side until the end of time, is that so much to ask?

Viltrumite Mark

Awkward and naive, but always willing to learn. 

Due to his upbringing, he is the typical will fix the problem for you type of guy, which can be annoying when you just want to vent. On the bright side, he is a straightforward fellow. He may not understand why you get mad or frustrated when he offers you solutions, but he will do his best to go against instinct when you tell him your feelings.

He is an attentive husband who quietly helps you around the house. He doesn’t keep track of the chores and just does it when he can, for example, when you leave one used mug in the sink (you swear you’ll deal with it when there are more dishes) he will wash it without saying a word. 

Despite, or perhaps because Viltrum does not share Earth’s marital customs, he was one of the Marks most eager to marry you. He could not picture life without you, and he would sooner bite his tongue off than think of you married to somebody else.

MASTERLIST | request rules | ask box Husband Headcanons for Emperor Mark, Mohawk Mark, No Goggles Mark, Omni-Mark, Prisoner Mark

Disclaimer: The images above are not mine but are screenshots from the Invincible TV series.

[cosmiiwrites]

Hello! Good morning/afternoon or evening wherever you are! Hope this isn’t a bother but I noticed that there isn’t any spider-man!Reader and viltrumite mark. I still can imagine spider-man making jokes, jabs and baiting villtrumites into traps if they get too close to rebels safe-hold, making children feel safe, constantly making trips to find food/supplies for others and being pain in the ass for viltrum empire to the point where viltrumite mark is sent to look for reader to forcibly join the empire or else. You know, just your friendly neighborhood spider man amidst the enslaved/ dystopian world.

FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDERMAN! — ft. viltrumite!mark x spiderman!reader

cw: gn!reader, violence, mark hates reader, reader rage baiting mark 😭😭

a/n: live laugh love spiderman!reader🙏 not beta read

part 2

you’ve been a thorn in empire’s side since the viltrumite invasion. a permanent stain that couldn’t be washed away. with your heightened abilities, you quickly realized that despite not being able to take down a viltrumite, you could use your powers to help people.

and that’s exactly what you did.

patrolling rebellion safe holds and bunkers, swinging by to drop off supplies and necessary materials to survive… you were well known. and being well known was dangerous when the world as you know it was close to being completely destroyed.

your efforts did not go unnoticed. the viltrumite empire quickly caught on. you were disrupting their routine, messing with their plans. usually they’d deal with rebels with you easily, sending a viltrumite warrior to slaughter you on the spot.

that was the thing, though. they just. couldn’t. you baited them, fooled them long enough to get as many people to safety.

not many people could have the empire on their toes before they dropped dead. you could be… useful. to their cause.

so naturally, they sent mark. not to kill you, much to his dismay, but rather to get you to join the empire.

“give up. your tactics are useless; you will join and serve the viltrumite empire.” his voice was monotone, composed. but beneath it all was irritation.

“yeah? fat chance you got there, buddy.” you retort, your voice almost mocking as you swing from building to building.

“trust me, i have no interest in joining your-“ you quickly dodged a piece of rubble flying towards your head, “cult.”

mark grit his teeth, thoroughly irritated. being the zealot he was, hearing those blatantly disrespectful words set him off more than it should have.

you were quick, but not as quick as an adrenaline-filled viltrumite. just as you were about to shoot another web, he tackled you into the wall of a building, both hands wrapped around your neck. he dragged you against the floor, making it crumble beneath the two of you.

“i should kill you. but you deserve a fate worth than death.”

shit. you might be seriously fucked this time. your pulse raced, hands clawing at the ones around your neck.

“h-hey man, don’t you think you’re kind of overreacti-HNGH—“ his hands squeezed harder and you swore you saw the light for a second. the whites of your mask widened.

“silence, insect.” mark spat.

“well, technically-“ he didn’t let you finish, slamming your head into the ground hard.

holy shit.

in a desperate attempt to escape, you took advantage of him having no free hands and blinded him using a web, following up by pressing the sole of your foot against his chest and pushing him as hard as your body allowed.

mark let out a sharp grunt when his back hit the wall, smashing through it. you were able to temporarily disorient him before he tried to get up again.

quickly, two webs bound his wrists and ankles to the ground. he’d break through it eventually, though they bought you enough time to get away while helping a few civilians who were in the building to safety.

“better luck next time, eh?” you taunted, swinging away.

oh, he’d get you.

eventually.

[heartz4angels]

viltrumite!mark grayson and reader who’s relationship is a mirror to paul and chani’s. except reader is one hundred times more meaner about it.

“you won’t marry me?”

“no, i won’t.”

“but why not :(”

“because you’re trying to enslave humanity, mark. this is like, my fourth time repeating it. now let me sleep for fuck’s sake.”

he’s figuring out his emotions and experiencing something genuine for the first time—you’re the one attempting to knock some sense into him, and while all your reasons are valid, his empire comes before you.

it doesn’t help that you basically vanish months later. or the fact that nolan is breathing down his neck, or that the viltrum empire has its eyes set on earth and is willing to swallow it whole regardless of his wishes and desires.

you’re both doomed at the end of it all.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hey Gator, it’s the anon who wasn’t doing great a few days ago. Something really scary happened on Wednesday but I’m doing a lot better, took a few days to relax, I’m catching up on some stuff. I just wanted to tell you that I’m doing better, so your advice does help!! Also if you could give some HCs for Viltrumite mark, I don’t really mind which one, I’d love it!!

Viltrumite Mark Grayson x male reader 

Headcanons 

Hi anon, im sorry something bad happened, but happy you are doing better now. Have some viltrumite Mark headcanons, sorry it took a bit.  

I like to imagine that viltrumite Mark is one of the older Marks amongst the variants. Him, alongside Prisoner Mark and Flaxan Mark. 

Being one of the older Marks also means hes one of the strongest, but also most levelheaded when it comes to battle and viltrumite work in general. 

I have a headcanon, that he was born on earth, lived there for a bit, but gained his powers early, but not so early that he was completely brainwashed, like Moustache Mark.  

Viltrumite Mark would still have memories of his mom, of being a normal human, but he has lived much longer under the viltrumite empire. 

 At the time he was so weak he could do nothing but submit and go along with it, and now hes older, but so numb to it all, that he doesnt go against the status quo.  

This also means he speaks in a very flat tone and has a bland expression for the most part. Noticing his feelings can be a challenge at times, as hes so used to hiding them, and just not feeling things. 

You notice through small stuff. Like the small twitches in his brow, pull at his lips, or when he crosses his arms and fiddles with his fingers. Its almost impossible in the beginning, but you learn, and he opens up with time. 

Being one of the older Marks also means that his vilrumite biology is more visible, and stronger. The human DNA is overwritten completely over time, and so his body starts changing. 

This means he runs hotter, has a longer and smooth tongue without tastebuds, doesn't have fingerprints, heals quicker, and he's the smallest physically,,, down there. 

This isn't actually because he's the smallest, it's just that viltrumite biology wants to draw his vulnerable parts back into his body, and he hasn't fully reached the point where it's completely sealed inside his body just yet. 

Having lived so long under a horrible leader, forced to do so many bad things, Viltrumite Mark would search out comfort and safety, without truly realizing. 

He wouldn't express it much, but Mark finds comfort in submitting to his partner. It doesn't even have to be anything sensual, just him pledging himself to them gives him a sense of purpose. 

Maybe it's a result of many many years of being more a tool than a person, of always having to mind his status as a halfbreed and where he stood compared to his superiors. 

Here he didn't have a choice if he wanted to bend his knee to them, but with you, he gets the choice. You loving him and treating him kindly also helps, because this is the first time he has given himself to somebody, and it hasn't hurt. 

Is it horrible that I think he has at least one or two children in his original universe? Specifically with Anissa.  

It would have been her way of showing him that she was superior, and that he was just a tool for the empire and for true viltrumites like her. 

In the end, Mark would have killed both her and the children when he became strong enough, this would be one of the few killings he took great joy in committing, drawing out Anissa's death for as long as possible. 

This would cause the quiet Mark variant to be cautious when you first started showing him affection, even if he arches towards it like a sunflower towards the sun. 

It feels like it's too good to be true, so he would be mistrusting in the beginning, keeping his distance and maybe even striking out like an abused cat. 

Until he realizes that he actually feels comfortable and safe with you, that he can be himself, and be allowed to exist as Mark, not whatever title the viltrumite empire gave him. 

You allow him to be human again, after he's almost completely forgotten how. 

Hes still pretty cold and cruel at times, but never towards you.  

Mark would have extremely little care for humanity though, after he's wiped out so many planets and lived so long, then humanity feels like nothing more than specs of dust int he grand scheme of things. 

He would step up and help though, if you were in danger. Nobody else matters to him in that regard, but because you are from earth and like it here, then yeah, he will help when Mark absolutely has too. 

[londondungeon2]

concept with viltrumite! mark grayson.

for a while, it doesn’t fully settle in his brain.

some half of him sits chin-deep in denial, not connecting two and two. even after his generals and his soldiers put you in the chain of dead carcasses that wraps around his planet like saturn’s ring, he still expects another body to occupy (keep him company) his bed at night.

he knew how humans die. he was not a stranger to death. he just had grown so comfortable in death that was violent and grotesque that a death that happened silently and quickly underneath a quilted blanket (just one exhale and you were gone in your sleep) was a foreign type of death.

he had heard that slow lup-dup lup-dup lup-dup grow even slower; he caught the sight of your last breath leaving your lips as he squinted and sneered himself out of sleep.

at least, he didn’t have to put you down like a suffering old yeller.

mark knew it was going to happen eventually. human hair turns gray and falls out; hands twist up into wrinkled claws; if the epitome of weakness needed a spokesperson, you were the only one on viltrum who would be chosen for the role. some days, you couldn’t even muster strength to rise from bed.

he feels robbed. he never got to say goodbye.

viltrum has always been a tomb. he only resided on it for the last three years because you had been growing too frail for space travel. now there’s no attachment holding him back.

he departs off into space with nothing but the clothes on his back.

for a while, there’s no destination. there’s no contact with his people. besides the nebulous black and pinpricks of white, mark cherishes this solitude, mind and stomach grumbling with leftover regret and leftover grief. he is a lifeless body, a ship with no navigator, a lost piece of driftwood.

eventually, he touches down. the planet is a mud and clay wasteland, staining the bottom of his soles. uninhabited, mark continues his stewing of solitude.

by the time he has finally decided on what to do next with his body, the planet is covered in his pacing footsteps like mini highways. mark finds a groove of clay and kneels down in it. undeterred by the stains, he starts to gather some up in his hands and mold it.

molds and molds.

finger and thumb.

pinch and smooth.

scrape and add.

he takes his time. he no longer worries about how quick time is passing when you are no longer there to remind him with each new liver spot, each new gray hair, each new pain. he sits down for a foodless month and molds the dimensions of your once youthful face into clay.

eventually, mark believes he has replicated you without imperfection — a copy of what you looked like sixty years ago. you stare back at him with gray irises and frown your gray lips at him. you were never warm in your last months, bundled under blankets; your clay skin is cold too.

he waits through a sunset for you to speak through this sculpture.

he waits through a sunrise for him to find the words he wants to say.

both never happen.

when he finally stop thinking of what he wants to say, he says, “you … you were a good pe — person.” then, he softly slots his lips over yours.

the sun must be making his eyes sting; this planet has no clouds but it's soaked wet. the taste of sediment lingers on his mouth, earthy, and he smells the scent of tide curling up on the shore of a beach. saltwater. saltwater from him? saltwater from the planet? mark doesn’t want to know.

with one last look, the viltrumite crushes the clay in his hands.

some of it splatters on his face. the clay is warm on his cheeks, like a goodbye kiss.

[yoursooogolden]

you are the sun to me - Vitramite Mark Grayson mini series (on hold)

You don’t know him—but he knows everything about you.

In his world, you were the only thing keeping Viltrumite Mark Grayson from becoming a monster… until death took you from him.

Now, he’s crossed the multiverse to find the version of you still breathing—and he’s not leaving without you.

Ripped from your world and trapped in his new thriving empire, you swear you’ll never be his Y/N. You would never love a tyrant. Never yield to the man who burned the stars just to hold you again.

But when your daring escape nearly costs you your life, it’s his hands that are shaking, bloodied, and bruised that save you.

And the more you deny him, the more the line between hatred and something else begins to blur.

Because beneath the god-like powers, the empire, and the grief…is a man who would destroy everything just to keep you safe.

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Masterlist:

part one: beneath red skies

part two: a strange new world

part three: the devil you know

part four: the space between

part five: back to you

part six : tides of war

part seven :

[american-horror-whore]

debating between angry!captor!viltrumite!mark grayson or angry!captor!zuko…dih-cisions dih-cisions… (never written for either of these “archetypes” but especially haven’t ever written for zuko please lmk what you guys want to see before i lose motivation)

[salazaric]

I’ve had thoughts about Viltrumite Mark (the one without a mustache) being raised on Viltrum, coming to earth in Nolan’s place to assimilate into the planet and prepare it for Viltrum to colonize the place. Anyway, he starts reading/listening human stuff and is kinda surprised with how intelligent humans can be. He’s intrigued by this imperialism thing (it’s called something different in space so he doesn’t realize he’s effectively being de-radicalized) and like he gets into media that tackles it (so both historical and fiction, cause I’m obsessed with the last airbender, probably that show as the fiction). He also is intrigued by music cause Viltrum doesn’t have that and he likes listening to it. He likes lyrical stuff a lot more at first but when he meets reader (he’s a musician and does writing stuff, the kinda stuff Mark reads) he grows to appreciate instrumental songs or songs that lean kinda heavily on instrumentals (What kind of love by Donald Glover comes to mind personally) when reader kinda goes into depth about how more complex parts of instrumental songs work (“So sound swirls aren’t useless without words…?” “Grayson what the fuck are you talking about.”). Genuinely didn’t realize how much emotion can be carried in js instruments alone. Very perplexed by human societal problems that aren’t necessarily present on Viltrum. (“So what I’m gathering is humans have drawn arbitrary lines in the metaphorical sand based on appearance???” “Yea people that look like me and you can have problems in regards to fair resource distribution and other stuff” “You see Viltrum doesn’t have nonsense like this! We’d be able to fix all of this stuff for you guys.” “Ok. But what’s the difference between the arbitrary separation of people based on strength and the arbitrary separation of people based on race?”) I feel like reader would ask Mark those kinda questions and he would mull over them, start questioning what he previously believed, but still want to hold onto his “heritage”. Imperialist brainwashing is one hellava drug man. I might write something like this myself considering I have ideas! Sorry for typing so much lmao🌚.

oo! I actually love this so much! and you don't have to apologize, this fuels my brainrot for invincible sm,

anyways, I definitely love the idea of reader being a musician and viltrumite mark being intrigued by everything, as earth and what humans do plus their cultures, are very different from viltrumite culture, as stated; viltrumites usually explore planets to conquer or prepare planets for colonizing, and mark being sent out to earth and then suddenly going, "hey, this planet actually seems fun! these humans are smart" and yadada, I could also imagine viltrumite mark slowly getting or wanting to play instruments because of reader, basically influencing him.

I also could think of, musician reader being all surprised when he discovers mark isn't just an ordinary being, but an 'alien' (which in marks eyes, sounds a bit offensive lol, but hey, reader doesn't know that) and then suddenly thinking of a meme he found on the internet about that dancing frog (if you know this makes it even funnier) but readers chill about finding out mark isn't a normal human (I'd like to think reader would be very friendly and close with mark so he doesn't die when his 'people' conquer earth, basically those movies / smth)

PLUSSS, viltrumite mark trying out foods around the globe; because viltrumites digestion is so good, they can basically eat anything in other planets without no harm to them (if I'm correct) also, w/ viltrumite mark being somewhat prone to anger issues?? idk It just fits him, I mean, growing up in viltrum, people there are definitely top tier rage baiters (from what I understand, viltrumites egos are VERY high tbh) though, Mark can tolerate a few things! I'm not turning him into a big mindless and angry buff guy, but I do see the vision of him wanting to rip someone's head off whenever they get too annoying

Anyways, I'd look forward to reading your ideas! this seems such a fun idea for a fic :D + I love this! and thank you for sharing this with me ദ്ദി˙ ᴗ ˙ )