#powerplex x reader

[sludgewolf]

Pls write something for Powerplex when you can. I literally don't even care what just something I am starving. If you need a suggestion maybe general relationship hcs? But again I will take ANYTHING lol please and thank you 🙏

Sorry for the long wait, couldn't organize my thoughts on this one (and also wanted to save some things for a one shot i've been planning for him)

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Don't trust me - Powerplex x Reader

Scott was hesitant on even starting anything w you, too scared of you getting tangled w the mess that he made of his life

but once you're in a relationship you're in no matter how much he tries to reassure you that he'll understand if you want to walk out, you know how devastated it'll make him

besides, you already got a taste there's no way you're letting him get away

Much like a skittish stray it takes some time for Scott to come out of his shell

once he does you first notice your tasks suspiciously already done or your food already plated waiting you in the microwave

and little by little you also start noticing him lingering around more often, always in the same room but just out of reach

Very clingy and overprotective, to the point of pouting when you go out by yourself, but at the same time he can't trust himself with your safety

especially since he thinks of himself as the biggest threat to you

despite that he can't will himself to not follow you around with big puppy eyes whenever he wants your attention

Scott is really scared of his emotions getting the better of him causing his powers to flare up

that's why he's always nearby but never close enough

He leans more towards book smarts than people smarts so communication is a must in this relationship

no vague gestures either, if you want something you must talk it out with him to prevent any misunderstandings

after some extensive talks with him and reassurance, that he doesn't need to keep you at arms length, that you trust him

he loosens up a little, with some more reassurance and a lot of patience Scott starts to allow you to touch him

to say he's addicted would be an understatement but you try to not say it in fear of him retreating back into himself

Though when he's sleepy Scott seems to calm down, all his worries, all those thoughts of being a threat to you are drowned out by his drowsiness

leaning more into your touch, letting himself lay by your side playing with your fingers

in some really rare days he'll just crash next to you, his arm thrown over your waist and his face shoved into your hair

you almost selfishly want him to always be like this, to always be free of worry and self hatred

it might be something that's better discussed with his therapist though

Just because his pain tolerance is dulled due to his powers it doesn't mean he doesn't feel it

you frequently massage his shoulders to try to help alleviate a bit of it, even getting him some heating pads to help his muscles relax

After all that happened Scott might've become a known criminal to the world, so he's not all that keen on crowds or public dates

instead he prefers more casual dates at home, his favorite being cooking for you and watching a movie until you fall asleep at the couch

it helps him feel normal again, you help him feel normal again

Once you finally get to the point where he feels ok with casual touches again he practically melts into you

always chasing after you for one more hug, asking for cuddles every night, just one more kiss

Speaking of kissing, it's way better that you've ever thought

you've read of electic kisses that gives the characters goosebumps, well that is real with Scott

when you kiss you can feel his power flowing through you and hear sparks coming out of him

nothing dangerous ofc but it scared the shit out of Scott the first time it happened

but now that he know it's safe he can't get enough of you

he made himself so touch starved these past months, he's so pathetic you couldn't not fuck him

[gatorbites-imagines]

((plush anon))

them owning the plushies :3 like. opening the velcro on the back, flipping the switch to on, and squeezing them, hearing them talk… not living/sentient, just phrases the characters would say yk ?

Rex Sloan, Mark Grayson, Shapesmith, Scott Duval and William Clockwell, and plushies

I hope i did this justice anon, hopefully a good meal. Wasn't sure if this involved boinking the plushies, so they aren't, lmao. 

Rex Sloan 

Rex hasn't ever had much comfort, after his family sold him into experimentation and all that. Maybe one of the scientists felt bad enough to give him a plushie, and it becomes a big comfort to him even now. 

I see him owning one of those traditional plushies. Think a fluffy brown bear with soft fur and a red bow around its neck and a smile stitched onto its face, as well as those warm brown eyes you see on some bears. 

Rex is way too embarrassed about the perceived weakness, so he doesn't actually pull the plushie about a lot, only when he's completely alone and needs it. 

Rex curling around his plushie, taking his gloves off and brushing his fingers against the velcro on the back, rubbing his face into the soft fluffy fur as he pulls it open and flip the old switch. 

The bears voice is a bit slow and scratchy but the affirming loving words make Rex feel so warm and comforted. He keeps squeezing it over and over until he has to turn it off, not wanting to wear it out too soon. 

Mark Grayson 

Mark owns at least two or three plushies but hes also got a bit of a mental image he wants to keep for himself, so he hides them under his bed. He didnt want to bring them to college at the time, but Mark felt all torn up leaving them at home, so they get brought along. 

At least one of them is seance dog, and says quotes from the comics, or if there is an animated show, its from that. The others are different animals, like a white tiger, and a weighted mascot lizard from some kinda zoo. 

He holds the plushie against his chest, squeezing it to make it speak its phrases over and over, maybe even repeating along for comfort or need.  

Mark kisses his plushies on the forehead too, rubbing his fingers against the velcro on the back as he gives them another squeeze. 

Shapesmith 

Shapesmith is real excited about plushies, especially the ones that can talk, because they dont have that kinda stuff on Mars, ya know? He ends up with a whole pile, laying on his racecar bed. 

He spends way too much time lying in bed, kicking his feet and squeezing his plushies, smiling to himself as they repeat their programmed phrases. 

Hes so careful as he opens the different pockets to access the battery and tech inside his plushies, as some have their velcro on their back, and others have small hidden pockets. 

I can imagine Shapesmith even asks to get original phrases placed into plushies, because why not. He was given a racecar bed, so why not the plushie of his dreams. 

Scott Duvall 

Scott would deny any of his draw to plushies or need for them. Hes too focused on revenge and being tough, ya know?  

Well, he would be, if the plushie on his bed wasnt calling to him. Not literally, obviously, but like, spiritually, or whatever. The plushie is one of those easter bunnies, with soft blue fur, and a big over the top bow. It used to have a basket with candy in it, but it doesn't anymore. 

It doesn't have any batteries, so Scott has to sit down with the plushie and dig out batteries, chewing his lip as he turns it over, opens the velcro, and pulls out the little voicebox inside to slot the batteries inside. 

Hes bouncing his leg as he closes it back up again, flipping it over and staring into the plushies glass eyes, before he squeezes it, exhaling at the holiday-themed voicelines. 

Scott starts rubbing his face against the fluffy blue fur as he squeezes the plushie over and over. 

William Clockwell 

William has one plushie on his bed, and that's his best plush. Hes not ashamed of his bond to his plush or his need for it, so what. Hes still embarrassed about acting on it around others though, so he only does it when hes alone. 

The plushie is a red panda with a bandana around its neck. William made the bandana himself, and its his favorite color. 

William returns home from class and flops down on his bed, pulling his plushie to his chest and giving it a squeeze, only to frown when it doesnt speak like normal.  

It results in him having to go digging for batteries, carefully pushing fluffy faux fur aside, opening the velcro with care, and replacing the batteries, ending it with a kiss to the plushies head. 

When thats said and done, William lays back on his bed again with a sigh, squeezing it in his hands and smiling as the familiar loving words leave the plushie. 

[gunner-aces]

Powerplex fans hear me out. The powerplex x reader potential is insane...like you could write his time in prison...or what he does after breaking out and killing that Mark variant...or the angst... PLEASE

[jks1uv]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝐸𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ; mark grayson / invincible

summary: in every universe, mark grayson turns into his father and seals his destiny as a true viltrumite. what if things are different this time?

pairing: fem!reader x mark grayson.

trope: childhood best friends to lovers + fated lovers.

genre: fluff + angst + slow-burn romance + hurt / comfort + some comedy.

warnings‼️: crude language + spoilers for s3 (mark’s variants) + amber & eve never get w mark but r goated wingwomen & friends for reader + william, rick & rex r goated wingmen for mark + 2 jealous!mark moments + the tiniest moment of tension + multiverse talk + a mention of the chicago incident feat. scott / powerplex + REX LIVES 🗣️‼️🔥🔥 + a short & sweet kiss scene.

word count: 9,968.

random disclaimerrr: when eve said “you don’t deserve this” 😞 like he always just out here suffering 💔 kate, immortal, cecil & scott pmo so bad like bruh can y’all just pls stfu pls 🙏🏽 I CANNOT BELIEVE MY GOAT REX IS DEAD LIKE BRUH HOW 😭😞💔 but the 2 ppl majority of the fandom hates get their happy ending… mkay… edit: here’s the sequel! happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2025 @jks1uv

Mark Grayson has always liked you.

It was the first day of school, 2nd grade homeroom. The first day of school was always nerve wracking but this time was different.

His desk was next to you per the seating chart and you were the last kid to come in.

You were wearing a black t-shirt with some white bows on it and sky blue jeans with pink flowers embroidered on the pockets. White twinkle toes with pink and purple rhinestones. Your hair was styled in 2 ponytails with cute bows on the bands.

Your eyes bright and a shy smile on your lips.

“Hi.” You bashfully said to him.

“Hi.” He said back in a daze.

His seven year old heart was fluttering and he was as red as a tomato when he realized it was you! You were the girl whose empty desk he was seated next to!

You always shared homeroom, if not, recess with him in elementary school.

Then came middle school, where you had at least 2 classes with him.

High school was a bit easier as you saw him 3-4 times a day, and that’s not including clubs or other extracurricular activities.

He spent 11 years like that. Seeing you in class, in the hallways, at lunch or after school.

Your relationship with him never wavered. Your character was still the same even after new chapters and opportunities for development.

He’s endured some insane shit, but he’s so happy the one constant in his life remained consistent.

“You still have a crush on her?!”

“Shut up, William. Or do you want the whole world to know.” Mark chides.

William snorts like it’s the most obvious thing in the world (it is). “The whole world already knows, it’s just your dumbass that’s somehow oblivious.”

“Give the lover boy a break.” Amber lightly teases.

Mark sighs and rubs his face with his hands, trying to hide the redness creeping up on him without his consent.

“Is that her?” Rick points towards Mark’s dream girl.

But what he forgot to mention was the living explosion (literally) walking alongside you.

“What’s he doing here?” Eve’s surprised Rex decided to step foot on college campus willingly.

William subtly side-eyes Mark and makes a desperate attempt to hold in his laughter by squeezing Rick’s hand.

Mark slowly stands, a confused look on his face. “I’ll… go find out.” He says it like a question, like he’s unsure if that’s what he should do.

Amber and Eve share a knowing look.

“You’re funny.” You say as you catch your breath.

Rex shrugs nonchalantly and smirks. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

You’re shaking your head and are about to say something when you see Mark in front of you.

“Mark.” Your eyes crinkle as you smile. You go in for your usual hug and Mark accepts it.

Unbeknownst to you that he’s making wide eyes among other facial expressions in a desperate attempt to make contact with the other male.

The hug lasts for a second longer and you ignore the butterflies that swarm your belly, deducing that he probably just wanted to hug you a bit longer.

No big deal you think as you’re screaming inside the longer you feel Mark’s arms around your waist.

When you meet Mark’s face, he allows himself to give you a tight-lipped smile.

“Mark, this is—”

“Rex! Heyy, how’s it going?” He chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck.

Your eyebrows furrow and you tilt your head a bit. “Yeah… wait, you guys know each other?”

Rex is enthusiast with his reply. “Fuck yeah! This is my best bro.”

He slaps Mark’s back with a confident grin and his “bro” laughs awkwardly.

You know, one of those ‘ha ha ha’ type laughs.

“Okay. So, um, Mark?”

“Yeah?” Aaand his voice cracks.

You politely ignore it but Mark wants to die inside.

“I was wondering if you were still down to go to the mall?”

Mark knows you’re attentive and take your friendships seriously. That isn’t old news. But he can’t help feeling special that’s you remembered a thought from a couple days prior.

“Only if you buy me boba.”

Mark never lets you buy him anything if he can help it, and that’s how it’s always been.

You insist, he denies; but that doesn’t mean his sentiment isn’t nice.

You blink and softly smile at his bargain. “Deal.”

Rex hums thoughtfully, a hand at his chin and his gaze on the sky. “Can I join? I don’t have anything going onnn~” He suggests in a sing-song manner.

“No, you can’t!” Mark suddenly yells.

You look at Mark with furrowed brows. “Mark, don’t be rude.”

“Yeah, Mark, don’t be rude.” Rex repeats with a sly expression.

Mark deeply exhales through his nose and puts on a fake smile. “Rex, can I talk to you? Alone.”

“Sure!”

He follows Mark about 15 steps away from you.

You decide to sit down on a bench nearby and watch some TikTok to pass the time.

“Hey, so, um- quick question: what the hell are you doing here?”

Rex scoffs. “What, I can’t come visit my bro?”

Mark quirks an eyebrow and crosses his arms, unimpressed.

Rex puts his hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll be honest. I was here to talk to you about Cecil,” He looks over at you and sighs dramatically.

“But?” Mark presses when he sees Rex eyeing you.

“I see a hot girl and I can’t help myself, you know?” He smirks knowing he’ll rile Mark up and get the exact reaction he wants.

Mark immediately gets in his line of sight, making Rex back up a bit from the fast and unforgiving wind.

“Woah, man! A little warning next time before you almost blow me away?”

Mark ignores him. “Don’t call her that.”

The truth is, Rex came to campus with a purpose.

Mark never talks about you, but Eve may have let your name slip into conversation a few times.

Rex may be aloof and jerk-ish but he’ll be serious when it’s time.

He’s seen the way Mark’s face changed every time Eve mentioned you; his head would tilt slightly, he’d have a small, unnoticeable smile on his lips.

Rex suspected a crush and he was right! Of course he was, look at the way he’s being defensive of you.

There was just one problem, he didn’t know how you looked. He asked Eve and she was suspicious, but when he revealed his own suspicions, she indulged him.

So, the two of them made a plan with Amber, William and Rick; Operation: Get Mark To Man Up and Admit His Feelings Before You Slip Away.

- FLASHBACK -

“She’s wearing a PINK t-shirt with ripped blue jeans. Oh, and a black backpack.” William directs.

“Pink shirt, black backpack, ripped blue jeans. Got it.”

“PINK as in the brand, not the color.” Amber reminds.

“Wait, what? So what color is the shirt?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s dark green..? And the logo is an even darker shade. ” Eve remembers.

Rex is so unimpressed.

“So, let me get this straight; she’s wearing a shirt from the brand PINK, but it’s just dark green?”

“I’d say you’re on the right track.” Rick chimes.

“This shit is ridiculous. I mean, seriously. Why can’t you girls just wear stuff that warrant normal descriptions?”

“Shut up, Rex.” Amber and Eve say simultaneously.

- FLASH FORWARD -

“Alright, her unwanted, meddling knight in shining armor.”

Mark is about to defend himself against that true baseless allegation when William and Rick find him.

“What’re we gossiping about?” There’s a glint in William’s eyes, the kind you don’t miss if you’re paying attention to the very specific lilt in his tone.

“Oh, I was just telling Marky boy here,”

Mark side-eyes Rex at the ridiculous nickname.

“How he’s Y/n’s unwanted, meddling knight in shining armor.”

William claps his hands together. “That’s actually an accurate assessment.”

Mark’s offended. “Whose side are you on, anyway?”

Rick clears his throat as a guise to hide the very subtle laugh itching his throat.

“Sassy.” William says impressed in his best friends comeback skills.

Rex gets a phone call and excuses himself, giving William a crisp high-five and Rick a chest bump.

“Go get your Juliet, Romeo!” He cheers.

William shakes his head as he guffaws at the man.

“Dude, he's hilarious. How come you've never introduced him to us before?”

“Do I really have to answer that?”

William rolls his eyes at him. “Anyways. When are you gonna tell Y/n you love her, again?”

“William!” Mark whines.

Rick smiles and expands his thinking. “He meant to say, you should tell her soon. Before she's with someone else and leaves you to collect the pieces of your broken heart.”

“Not gonna lie, that's exactly what he needs to hear right now.”

Mark can't lie either. “Yeah. You kinda ate with that.”

William cringes and Rick winces with embarrassment.

“Hey! So, uhh, never say that again. Hope this helps.” William makes a finger heart.

“Wha- but I used the phrase correctly! Oh, come on guys, seriously?”

- MEANWHILE, WITH AMBER & EVE -

Amber and Eve thought it’d be a good idea to have a quick chat with you while you were waiting on Mark.

They casually brought up relationships and basically implied that ‘men ain’t shit’, but you disagree with that attitude.

“I dunno... Mark’s a good guy.”

“Oh yeah, for sure! Mark’s one of the good ones.”

Eve nods along to Amber’s statement.

She reminisced on her fair share with toxic relationships. She deliberately left out how it was with Rex but that’s okay, you don’t need to know that…

“Are you and Mark..?”

You feel your cheeks warm at the thought but you’d be lying if you deny your feelings for him.

“No.” You state with your head down and hands in your lap, playing with a ripped thread on your jeans.

“Huh. That’s a shame.” Eve comments.

That gets your attention.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just that you and Mark seem…”

“Ideal.” Amber completes smoothly.

Your wide eyes and mouth agape give you away.

“You've never thought about him like that?”

You have, but how do you admit this to Mark’s coworker and friend without it getting back to him?

You think Amber and Eve are cool, they’re nice to you; but they're more Mark’s friends.

To you, they're friends of a friend.

Amber senses your hesitation and sat down next to you.

“We won’t tell anyone, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Eve locks her lips with an imaginary key and throws it away.

That elicits a small laugh out of you, making you feel a bit more confident to share your secret.

You look over and see Mark and Rex still talking, now joined by William and Rick.

You contemplate for a moment before admitting it.

“Yeah.” You breathe out.

Eve hums in thought. “Let me guess, you don’t want to say anything in case it’ll fuck up the friendship?”

You gasp lightly at her spot-on description. “How’d you know?!”

She just shrugs nonchalantly and Amber bites her tongue to point out how obvious the entire situation is.

“I do like him, a lot... but what if he doesn’t feel the same? I would've ruined something special for something selfish and it would stay with me forever.”

You rant to the 2 girls you’re closest with and somehow, it feels right. You dismiss the thought of them turning out like the average mean girls in a teenage rom-com.

“But what if he does like you back?” Eve proposes.

“Then he’ll have to make the first move.” You shrug obviously.

“I know that’s right.”

You feel giddy from Amber’s approval.

She’s always been the type to keep it short and sweet but once you get her talking? She’ll always keep it real.

“We gotta go but we’ll see you later?”

Eve's already planning on the next hangout because she likes you enough to wanna help. She doesn’t like a lot of people so consider yourself special!

“Oh! Uh- yeah! Sure, that works with me.”

“It’s settled then.”

“See ya, Y/n.”

Coincidentally, you see the boys leave, leaving Mark to come to you.

“Shall we?”

“We shall.”

“Just let me try it.” Mark whines.

You shook your head and stood your ground. “It'll be gone in under ten seconds.”

He gasps dramatically, a hand to the heart like a lady of the opera. “You don't have faith in me?! I am a superhero-”

“I'm sure that's what they say.”

Your sarcasm isn’t foreign but he grows quiet at the remark.

It just slipped out so easily, without care or regard. You immediately try to make it right.

“I’m sorry, Mark.”

“No, no. It’s okay. You didn’t mean it like that.”

Ever the sweetheart but you refuse.

“No, it isn’t.” You stop walking. “I was careless with what I said and it’s not right.”

He looks at you with appreciation and gives you a smile. “Thank you, Y/n. It feels nice to be seen as I am.”

That both warms and saddens your heart.

You know how much he’s been through and even though you’ll never truly understand, you know he can still count on you. You’ll be there for him and that’s gotta mean something.

“Of course.”

You and Mark spend the next hour chatting and idly checking out things in the stores.

You wander into the dress and gown section and are completely in awe of the collection. Every color you can think of in every style: silky, thigh cut, halter top, strapless.

Your hands run through the material and you’re reminded of the spring formal coming up soon.

Not everyone gets the chance of going but you have a friend who extended the courtesy of inviting you and a plus one.

You recall the last time you went to a dance: your senior year of high school's prom. It was memorable. You were a part of a small group that went together; consisting of your friends.

You took photos with Mark and danced with him for a bit but not like anything you wished. There's nothing romantic about screaming club anthem lyrics while getting twerked on but since it was Mark's ass, you didn’t complain.

That was the first and last time he accepted drinks from William, by the way.

You chuckle quietly to yourself in memory of that glorious night when Mark comes up behind you.

"You ready to go or do you wanna try some of them on?"

You take another look at the gorgeous dresses and think.

Mark's hoping you say yes.

He won't admit it anytime soon and despite him already thinking you're the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, prom night solidified that for him.

You had him starstruck.

His hear stuttered, adrenaline rushed through his veins and conjured up a swarm of butterflies in his stomach.

SImply put, every feeling and action that describes a man in awe of a pretty lady was an accurate depiction of him.

“Nah, maybe some other time.” You decide.

Mark nods, looking forward to the future dress tryouts. “Okay.”

Later, you have dinner with Mark, Oliver and Debbie.

Mark flew out and brought home some authentic pasta and garlic bread from Italy.

You rolled your eyes playfully and claimed he was being “extra” but reevaluated your statement when you thought about it.

If you could move that fast, you'd go to another country to have their finest food as well.

“It's so good to have you, honey.”

Debbie was always so nice to you, it made you feel happy and proud of yourself knowing someone's mom wholeheartedly accepts your presence in their kids life.

“It's good to be here.”

“Are you gonna stay the night?!” The purple little boy asked full of hope.

You didn't want to let him down but you had no choice.

“I'm sorry, Oliver, but not tonight.” You ruffle his hair and give him an apologetic smile.

You know he's bummed out when he doesn't sound that infectious laugh and tell you you're messing up his hair.

“Oh.”

You feel Mark's gaze on you and when you look up, he offers a sympathetic smile.

“I can stay until it's time for you to sleep.”

You know you've got him, it's an offer he can't refuse.

He's all smiles now and hugs you by the waist, his head laying on your chest.

You smile and hug him back, your head laying on his.

Mark cleans the table and Oliver takes out the trash while you help Debbie with the dishes.

“It doesn't matter how many times I say “no”, does it?”

You hum and shake your head. “Nope.”

You make small talk while you dry after she scrubs and rinses. About college, your plans after college, Mark.

“What about him?” You wonder.

“I mean, how has be been since...”

You see a look of helplessness on her face.

Debbie may be his mother but even she is not immune to the conflict of secrecy in her son's life.

You instantly feel bad.

Mark always tells you everything but to have his own mom ask you things about her son makes the situation complex.

You turn your head over your shoulder and see Mark playing a video game with his baby brother.

When Mark told you about Nolan, what happened to them on Thraxa and the events that unfolded afterwards, you didn't know how to respond.

As if hearing Nolan reveal his plans for Earth and call Debbie a “pet” wasn't heartbreaking enough, you were there with Debbie when Mark was brutally assaulted by his own father.

Then you hear of Nolan's second family he while the first one was still trying to keep it together and deal with the devastating aftermath of the biggest betrayal.

You almost cried when Mark broke down about Angstrom Levy hurting Debbie and Oliver.

You were out of the country on a field trip with your classmates when that happened. Devastated was an understatement for how you felt to hear both Mark and Debbie in the hospital from William.

Mark shamefully admitted to killing Angstrom, thinking that would sever the bond between you two. He expected you to be afraid of him, no matter how awful he’d feel about doing that to you.

It was the total opposite, you embraced him and let him cry on your shoulder. You let him feel everything but you also let him feel your hand in his.

You looked him in the eyes and told him that he did what he had to do and if killing Angstrom was the solution, then so be it.

“Mark told me everything. From seeing Mr. Grayson—”

You see a flash of hurt in Debbie's eyes at the mention of his name and almost forget that before he was known as Omni-Man, he was Mr. Grayson. He was Mark's dad.

“—again and about Oliver. Up until Angstrom and how the last thing he did was hurt you and Oliver.”

Debbie drys her hands and looks out of the window above the sink.

You can tell she’s disassociating. Her eyes seem so far away and crestfallen.

You don’t know if she’s getting much sleep but you also can’t imagine getting any if you were her.

You put a hand on her shoulder and she’s visibly shaken out of her thoughts.

“He’s gonna be okay, and so are you.”

She looks at you like you’ve lit up a candle at the end of a very dark tunnel.

Debbie leans in for a hug, eliciting a small sigh when you strengthen the embrace a little.

You figured she should feel taken care of for once.

“Thank you.”

You hear her sincerity and make a mental note to talk about this with Mark later on.

Oliver is tired out from having a “good playdate” with you and his older brother.

You tuck him in for the night per his request and can't help but feel the warmth from taking care of him touch your heart.

He's a growing boy but despite the many changes one goes through due to that constant stage of life, his feelings for you don't change.

Mark loves how much Oliver loves you. He loves seeing 2 of the most important people in his life get along so well, secretly admiring the way you've grown a soft spot in his mother's heart, too.

“They grow up so fast.” Mark attempts to humor.

You hum and try your best not to cry dwell on the bittersweetness of that phrase.

“Yeah.”

You're sitting on Mark's bed, looking fondly at the one of many drawings the kid made for you.

You softly exhale and bring up the conversation you had earlier with Debbie.

“Mark, I have something I want to talk to you about.”

He looks at you knowingly. “I know.”

Your eyes widen a bit at that revelation. “You do?”

He nods, a pursed smile on his face. “I have super hearing, remember?”

How did you forget that?

You close your eyes and exhale sharply, feeling silly for forgetting that power of his. “Right, duh.”

You don’t want to push the conversation if he’s not feeling it but you want to know if you did the right thing.

“I... didn’t overstep… right?”

“Oh, no. No, you didn’t.”

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I… haven’t had the best time talking to her about the things I say to you.”

You nod in understanding.

“I felt bad when she asked you how I’m doing. She should be able to ask me that.”

He’s guilt-stricken and it makes you feel dejected.

“Mark.” You put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I know it’s hard talking to your mom about your inner turmoil but you’re all she has.”

Who does Debbie go to when she wants to discuss the matters of her heart? Who’ll listen when she wants someone to talk to?

“You give her the strength to carry on so let her give you some peace of mind, hm?”

Mark’s eyes shine with a strong fondness for you, his mind wiped clean of all things difficult and heart ten times lighter.

You’ve always understood him, whether he explains himself or not. You could always just know.

Your heart and emotional intelligence are perhaps his favorite things about you.

“You okay?” You ask, worried you’ve overstepped again.

“Never been better.” He promises.

A soft smile graces his lips as he leans in to hug you.

You accept it with an equal gentle expression and when you feel his arms wrap around your middle, you feel good.

Mark is invulnerable but not when it comes to the war between his mind and heart, that’s when you step in. And when you do, there’s always a resolution found in great clarity.

You feel his heartbeat above yours and unconsciously, they sync. His breathing evens out with yours.

It feels intimate, this hug.

You’ve hugged him a million times before but none of them have felt quite like this.

A heavy weight on his shoulders has evaporated and you can feel his gratitude.

“I don’t know how to thank you.” He murmurs.

You tilt your head back a bit so he can see you. “Then don’t.” You shrug, like it’s the most obvious answer.

He chuckles lightly and blinks at you, a tight-lipped smile on his face.

You’re suddenly hyper-aware of his arms loosening around you and replacing the warmth with his hands on your hips.

You subconsciously gulp and watch his eyes flicker towards your eyes, lips then back to your eyes.

You don’t know if it’s your mind playing tricks on you, but you swear he moves his head a little closer to you; just enough to barely touch noses.

Your stomach is in a frenzy and your hands feel clammy.

Is this really happening?

But then, like a switch being flipped off; he gingerly clears his throat and backs away.

You blink, catching yourself in a daze and he gets up to put on a movie.

He acts like he wasn’t just about to kiss you, as if that chemistry was just a figment of your imagination.

You don’t have the guts to say anything, to ask the obvious. So, you also pretend that you two weren’t just about to fulfill your biggest ‘what if?’ scenario.

“Oh, wow… that’s crazy.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

It was nice to hear sympathies from the only people who you could afford to talk about this with. They’re also the only people who wouldn’t go and spread the telltale truth of the most embarrassing moment of your life.

“I can’t believe he fumbled this badly.” Amber facepalms herself in disbelief.

She sighs in exasperation and plops down on your bed with an arm covering her eyes.

Eve doesn’t move from her position; leaning on your wall with her arms crossed and her face in thought.

“What if he doesn’t like me like that?” You wonder aloud.

Amber peeks an eye out from under her elbow and Eve shakes her head.

“No, no, no. Trust me, that’s not it.”

“Don’t seem so sure.” You grumble as you pick at your nails to distract yourself from the heartache.

Eve sits down beside you and thinks about her words carefully. “Mark… well, I won’t defend him; he is kinda stupid.”

“Kinda?” Amber argues.

That makes you grin a bit.

“But he’s also your best friend, and you’re his. Maybe he doesn’t know how he feels but he does know that you’re not worth the risk of something he’s unsure will ever happen.”

Somehow, she put things into a perspective you’ve never thought about before.

“I never thought about it like that.”

You feel Amber sit up.

“That’s because it’s a confusing situation. Seeing both sides of the story might help you make some sense, give you consolation.”

You nod, already having potential answers to your unanswered questions. If not real answers, you’ll settle for theories. It’s still something.

“Thank you, guys.”

Amber winks at you. “Anytime.”

“Of course. We're rooting for you both.”

You shyly smile when Eve nudges your shoulder.

“So,” She claps her hands together. “What should we do to commence our very first sleepover? Omegle?”

Amber is concerned for the first time at Eve’s expense.

“Umm...” You pout your lips to the side.

“I don't find the idea of accidentally getting flashed the most... thrilling.” Ambers grimaces.

“Yeah.” You nod.

Eve has a sly look on her face, one that says her proposition comes with an entertaining twist.

“Trust me, I have an idea.”

“Okay, that was pretty fun.” Amber concedes.

You laugh softly to yourself, remembering the events from the previous night.

The 3 of you decide to go out for lunch, finding the night an excellent moment for bonding.

“What was fun?”

Mark pulls a seat up at the table you're occupying.

“Mark? How'd you know we were here?” You query.

Mark looks just as confused as you but before he could answer, Eve does it for him.

“I invited him.”

“Oh. Okay.”

You don't have a problem, it's just that you thought this was gonna be “girl time” as you like to call these moments.

It would've been nice to know, at least.

Amber attempts to start up a conversation but little did you know; this conversation was a part of Eve's “idea” she mentioned the night prior.

“We went on Omegle last night.”

Mark's eyebrows raise in surprise. “Did anything happen?”

You understand the underlying message to be, “Were you victims to any unsolicited sexual advance?” and find it kind of sweet that Mark cares enough to have that be his first train of thought.

“Yeah, actually.” Eve notes as she takes a bite of her burger.

“Y/n's got herself a loverboy.”

You choke on your drink. Exploding into a fit of coughs, you hope it kills you.

Mark is quick to pat your back and try to aid in helping.

When you catch your breath, you look over at him awkwardly and thank him.

“Don't mention it.” He humbly said.

You make it a personal mission to never bring it up. Ever.

Amber continues to fuel the fire.

“Yeahhh.” She sighs. “He's Russian and was all, like, ‘Your eyes are like the ocean and I am a merman.’.” She puts on her best Russian accent and giggles when she nails it.

“Mm!” Eve makes a noise of enthusiasm, adding on to the punchline. “And then he said, ‘They are so deep, I can drown in them.’.”

“The fuck?” Mark grunts under his breath. “But mermen can swim.”

Honestly, he thought it was fucking stupid. Even if this guy was a “merman”, he'd be able to swim. Drowning is totally out of the question.

“Yeah, but it was the thought that counts.” Amber spoke before eating a fry.

“It was pretty corny.” Eve seemingly agrees with Mark.

“See?! I knew I wasn't the only one.” Mark nods to himself.

“But...”

His smile drops.

“I gotta admit, it was kind of romantic.”

Mark can't believe this.

Is romance really dead? Aren't punchlines supposed to make sense?

He knows it's only romantic because the guy's Russian. Okay, so he has an accent. So what? That should pardon his inadequacy of flirting?

“You guys only ate it up because he has an accent.”

Mark narrows his eyes as he takes a curly fry from your plate.

Amber and Eve side eye each other with mischief as they see you enter the ring.

“I thought it was kind of sweet, you know? At least he tried.” You counter.

Mark tilts his head, clearly bewildered. “You mean to say that you actually liked that?”

You don’t like his accusatory tone. “It wasn’t that bad, Mark.”

He rolls his eyes and begs to differ. “Wasn’t that bad- it made no sense! He definitely pulled that shit out of Google’s top thirty best flirty lines.” He puts air quotes around best.

“Oh, would you look at that? I actually have to go do that... thing.” Eve slowly rises from her seat.

“Yeah, me too.” Amber flashes a sweet smile.

They’re gone before you can impose.

“They really just left.” You say to no one.

Mark is still somehow going. “I just… I dunno.” He says, defeated.

“Mark, it wasn’t that deep. He liked my eyes and said some line that made me feel nice. That’s all.”

He nods like he understands but he really doesn’t.

“He’s no Mr. Darcy.” You settle as you take a sip of your milkshake.

Mark smiles at that and you’re confused.

“Why’re you smiling?”

“I knew it! I knew you couldn’t possible swoon over that ridiculous, nonsensical one-liner.”

You laugh incredulously. “Seriously, what’s your problem?”

He raises his hands in surrender. “I just knew he couldn’t be your type after that. Sure, you like them romantic but with genuine thought.”

He says that so confidently, with such attention, it makes you feel nicer than the Russian’s compliment. He makes you feel seen with that keen observation.

You nod to yourself, lowkey impressed.

“Mkay.” You simply say.

His gaze flickers towards you at the seemingly confusing, neutral response.

“What.”

“What, what?”

“You said that like you’re not convinced.”

You deeply exhale, not wanting to argue anymore. “Mkay.”

His eyes widen a bit and he snaps at you like he’s just discovered the phrase: ‘eureka!’.

“That, right there. That’s what I mean.”

You rub at your head as if you’ve got a headache but you doubt you won’t get one soon.

“Elaborate.”

You’re sticking with as little words as possible if it means to get to the point.

“Are you mad at me?” He asks with worry coating his tone.

You shake your head, unsure of what’s happening. “I just don’t know what’s gotten into you today. You’re in this strange mood to argue.”

He blinks.

You’re right.

Arguments are a rare occurrence in this relationship.

“We never argue.” He realizes regretfully.

Your eyes trail up his form and you see the uncomfortableness etched onto his outline.

“I’m sorry-”

“Sorry-”

There’s a pause, one that melts the lingering awkwardness into friendliness.

You see the hints of a smile creep up on him and instinctually, there’s one in yours.

“You first.”

Ever the gentleman.

“Sorry for making it awkward.” Your fingers interlock with each other and you give him an apologetic look.

Mark immediately shakes his head. “No, you didn’t make anything awkward… It was me. I got-”

He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, trying to find another way out of this as two thirds of his sentence has already been put out.

“You got..?”

He puts on a tight-lipped smile but it looks pained. “I just wanna say that I’m sorry for getting defensive for no reason.”

He thinks that was a good excuse for his detour but you’re smart.

“Jealous.” You say firmly.

“Huh?” He squeaks and immediately clears his throat.

“You got jealous.” You shrug your shoulders and move the whip cream in your milkshake around with the straw.

He scoffs with the intention of obscurity. “That- I- What? Pfft, jealous. Who, me?! Yeah, right.”

His stuttering erupts a snort from you, an “I told you so” fresh on the tip of your tongue.

He wanted to spout declarations of how incorrect you are but he couldn’t. The cat had his tongue.

“Whatever.” He bites with little heat.

He crosses his arms over his chest and appears to look unaffected by your ability to see through him.

“Mkay.” You hum to tease him.

Your best friend groans and you giggle at him slouching down in his seat, his hands covering his face and in turn; a sheepish grin.

You’re in your home when your TV bears awful news.

“Breaking news: intruders that look like multiple Invincibles are wreaking havoc across the globe.”

As soon as you hear that, a loud boom is heard from across the city and sends shockwaves to where you are.

“We urge you to stay in your homes and hide. Do not make contact, I repeat; don’t engage with them.”

You’re scared.

How the hell are you supposed to stay hidden in your home when there’s the start of destruction visible outside?

How can they tell you to stay inside when there’s a chance you can die in there?

It’s not like the variants aren’t gonna come inside. Who’d stop them from hurling your place of residence like a football?

Despite all of those thoughts, you stay inside.

You hide in your living room. You sigh to yourself as you hide inside a spare closet, leaving a sliver of space open to breathe.

You turn your phone’s ringer off but feel the vibrations in your pocket. You look to see who it could be and feel so much relief flood your stomach when it’s Mark.

“Mark?” You say shakily.

“Y/n? Oh, thank god. Where are you?”

Your eyes water but you keep them at bay. No point in crying over spilled milk.

“I’m in the spare closet of the living room, what’s going on?”

He starts to explain when the call abruptly cuts.

So fucking cliche you think as you the see the dead battery sign.

The sound of a window opening makes you heave out a sigh of relief.

You get out and are about to hug him but the first thing you notice when you open the door is his face. Er, the lack thereof.

“Is… this a new costume?” You ask wearily.

You didn’t know Mark had a black mask installed. It covered his whole head and the lens was turquoise blue instead of white.

He just stares at you, unflinching and scarily still.

You gulp as the realization sets in your stomach.

This isn’t the Mark of your world. This isn’t the Invincible you recognize.

The masked stranger can sense your irregular heartbeat and hear the small panicked breaths that well up in your chest.

He slowly stalks towards you; like a predator to their prey, except there’s nothing dangerous about his stance. He doesn’t radiate harm or anger and he puts his hands up, as if to show you he won’t harm you.

For your own sake, you don’t believe that. You can’t believe that’s what he wants.

You’re frozen, wide eyes filled to the brim with fear and shock.

You grip your phone tight in your hands, ready to turn it into a weapon if you must.

He’s interrupted when another one shows up.

This one has a black and yellow suit with a yellow cape.

Your eyes dart to his figure and you’re sure this one’s gonna do the honors.

“You’re alive.” He says to himself.

His eyes are covered with white lenses but you know he’s looking at you.

His hands ball up into fists and he walks to you with an urgency in his stride.

You instinctually back up and hit a wall when the masked variant gets in between you both.

“She’s scared.”

The tone in his voice almost makes you think he cares. Almost.

“Get out of my way.” The bright-caped intruder basically spat his face.

“And let youuu have all the fun? I don’t think so!”

What the fuck?

You see what looks like Mark… in a mohawk.

His lips spread into a smirk, a cocky tone in his words.

Your nails press into your arm to prevent you from sputtering out a giggle.

How are you supposed to take him seriously when he’s willingly sporting a mohawk? Right.

If you knew there was going to come a time where your home is used as some sort of Invincible convention, you would’ve moved out a long time ago.

“You’re here.”

This one scares you a little.

His demeanor may be softer but his eyes, they’re wild with a fire furling around his pupils.

What makes the fear prick at your heart is the fact that he’s wearing the Viltrumite uniform.

Wherever he came from, he became his father.

That fact chills your bones and you think, how could that happen? Why did that happen?

His wild eyes are wide with surprise and there’s the ghost of a relieved smile on his face.

Very quickly have you gone from 0 to 100.

There are 2 seemingly decent Invincibles and 2 Invincibles that give off evil vibes.

What’s better news is that they all have some sort of fascination with you.

Awesome! Fantastic, even!

Your adrenaline has taken a back seat but you’re still unnerved by the destruction just outside your neighborhood.

You’ve never wished for a quicker death as this cat and mouse game is becoming all too much. The anticipation will kill you if they don’t.

“Alright,” Mohawk Mark yawns. “Enough dickin’ around.”

The 4 variants surround you, encasing you in an otherwise unbreakable square.

“You’re coming with us.” Decides the caped crusader.

He puts his hand out to grab you but is thrown through a wall by an unstoppable force.

It feels a bit blurry after that.

You feel yourself being lifted and moving at an alarming speed, your body lurching forward and side to side by the breeze taking you.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He murmurs.

He hugs you close to his chest, a hand cradling the back of your head and the other clutching your back protectively.

“M-Mark?”

You find your voice amongst the dizziness clouding your head.

He holds your head and tilts it towards him, kissing the crown and meeting your eyes.

“Yeah, it’s me. You’re okay, you’ll be fine. Just stay here.”

You hold his wrists and blink, looking around you to find yourself with Debbie and her boyfriend, Paul.

“Please.”

Mark’s desperation appeals to you. His voice cracks with an urgency for your life. One that is begging you to listen, and you do.

“Okay.” You agree.

He nods and kisses you once again, a sweet promise pressed against your forehead.

You may have had the wind knocked out of you but that doesn’t mean you’re unaware.

Oh yeah, that kiss sobers you up real quick.

Your eyes are wide and cheeks are warm; you’re flushed and hope he doesn’t detect the jump in your heart rate because of his tenderness for you.

“Be careful.” You blurt out.

Mark looks back at you with a smirk on his face.

“I will.”

He kept his promise for the most part.

“Ow.”

“Maybe don’t move around a lot?”

“…Sorry.”

He winces as you treat his facial wounds.

Mark got pretty banged up; his left eye was swollen and purple from Conquests fists. He has similar shades of bruising on his face and a nasty cut on the bridge of his nose, another on the corner of his lip.

His arms and leg are almost fully healed.

It’s been a grueling 2 weeks.

Oliver helps out as much as he can.

Eve and the rest of the heroes are helping piece the cities back together but no matter how much they help rebuild, the atrocities committed won’t be forgotten.

Conquest was here on a personal mission and almost leveled the state because of it and roughed up Oliver pretty badly.

“I don’t know what to do.”

You hear him, you hear the things he wants to say and the things he doesn’t say out loud.

You feel so bad, so awful for him. He’s still a kid trying his hardest, doing his best.

Why can’t that be enough?

“It isn’t fair.” You respond.

His gaze turns to you.

“You do your best and when you think it’s over, the worst is still yet to come.”

Your fingers lightly touch the one of many bruises on his cheek, his eyes close at the contact.

“I can’t imagine how many times you’ve had pieces of you broken for us but it’s a sacrifice that unfortunately comes with the job.”

It hurt your heart, saying the second part.

Hard truths are a pill you’ll always find difficult to give.

He sharply inhales and the tears he tried so hard holding, come pouring down. Soft sobs and wails plague his throat.

His head falls atop your chest and his hands wrap around your middle, clinging to your shirt.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders and you do your best to ground him, to be his anchor.

His mental state is unimaginable, the thought of him slipping away has been a reoccurring nightmare for you but you push through. You have to.

“So many people died.”

The death toll worldwide was into the hundreds of thousands. That was the doing of the variants but Mark was inadvertently responsible, too.

It breaks your heart at how unfair this all is.

A Viltrumite’s personal vendetta against Mark resulted in such catastrophe.

Scott -also known as Powerplex- fried his only family left and somehow thinks that is also Mark’s fault.

As if the Chicago Incident wasn’t enough, there was almost a Chicago Incident Part 2 had it not been for Eve.

“You can’t blame yourself for Angstrom’s doing.” You try to reason.

Mark shakes his head and gets up.

“I thought I killed him, but I should’ve been sure. I should’ve finished the job.”

Mark palms at his wet eyes, sniffling lightly as he calms down.

You don’t know what to do, you don’t know what to say.

You don’t want him to wallow in this pain by himself but you also don’t want to say something wrong.

“You should leave.” His cold tone and neutral face really sells it.

You’re confused. “What?”

You’ve never seen him like this and are worried the wretched day you’ve been imagining is finally here.

“I’m sorry, w-was it something I said? Or did?”

“No. I just want you to go.”

You watch his fists bunch up the material of his joggers on his knees and the veins protruding from his hands.

“I…”

You want to say something, you want to stay for him but you can’t. You know it’d only make things worse.

So you just nod and whisper a meek, “Okay.”.

Mark still isn’t looking at you when you make your way to the door. His face still expressionless, calculated, distant.

Your fingers reach for the handle when you hear him.

“Y/n?”

It’s embarrassing how quick hope flashes in your eyes at the sound of him saying your name.

You try to suppress the obvious reaction as much as possible.

“Yeah?”

It still seeps through your voice but you’re human.

Your emotions are a part of you, even if they end up being a helping hand to your disappointment.

You don’t see the pool of guilt swirl around in his almost annoyed eyes but maybe it’s for the better.

He stares at you and feels bad but after everything that’s happened, is it worth keeping you in his life?

He wants to tell you so badly what’s making him push you away.

Sure, William is his best friend but you’re so much more. You’re a part of him, you’re his soulmate.

Mark wants nothing more than to see you happy but he ultimately decides that it’s nothing compared to seeing you alive.

“Can you close my door all the way?” He begrudgingly says.

The average person would blame him for pushing you away, him getting your hopes up only to crush them so inadvertently cruelly.

But you only chastise yourself.

You want him to know that despite people like Scott or Angstrom; who put the blame on wrong people for their circumstantial demise, there's people like you and Debbie.

He has a support system ready to recharge him but maybe you were overcharging him?

You go to sleep in tears, crying silently to yourself over how fucked life is.

Mark doesn't sleep the whole night, knowing he can hear your heart break.

It's been a slow week.

You don't talk to anyone or do things you used to; only getting up to go to class and eat, do some occasional grocery shopping.

You make an excuse for Amber and Eve when they text you to meet up and watch their caller ID's flash across your phone before it rings all the way through.

Mark hasn't spoken to you at all. No call, no text.

Despite him quitting school, you used to see him all the time on campus. Whether it be for you or William or Rick.

Now, you don't meet with anyone.

“She doesn't wanna talk to me or Amber anymore.” Eve voiced one day.

"Nor us." Rick pointed towards him and William.

“Something’s wrong. I'm worried about her.” Amber adds as she comes across the last message you sent in the group chat with her and Eve.

hey guys, just dealing with the flu rn. i’m fine tho! no worries :)

But of course they worried. They're your friends and that's what friends do.

Which is exactly what they said when they arrived at your doorstep, so you can't afford another excuse.

Your duo sits on your bed, trying to come up with a solution to best help you out.

“He’s closed off and maybe that was expected, but it's been a week.” Amber says.

“Yeah, you'd think he'd open up by now.”

You sigh pitifully and look out your window and down the street.

You’re a 10 minute drive and he’s a 1 minute flight away, yet nobody is willing to close that distance.

“It should be him, though.” Eve says.

“Hm?” You hum absentmindedly.

“Mark should be the one to come talk to you, not the other way around.”

Eve gauges for a reaction from you, one that will oppose her idea.

“Maybe you should go.” She switches up.

You look at Eve hesitantly, like it's a flop idea.

“You tried, Y/n. You did your part and he let you know but this isn’t the way things between you should end. Should he want it to end.”

It's like Amber knew what you were thinking and tried to dismiss the thought for you.

You weren't gonna lie and say that you haven't thought about blowing up his phone, driving to his house and banging on his door to open up to you.

But would he even want to? Would he even listen?

“It's not about what he wants, it's about what he needs.”

“And what he needs right now, is you.”

- MEANWHILE, WITH WILLIAM, RICK & REX -

“Come on, man. Don't be like this.” William tries.

Rick can see how much Mark is beating himself up over everything that’s happened.

With the fight against Liu’s dragon and Powerplex. And now recently, Conquest.

Mark never complained, it was the job. But you made getting back out on the field a bit easier.

“It's not worth losing her.” Rick gently reminds.

Mark's trio of lending hands have come to his service but it's unwanted, and Mark lets them know.

“Look, I don't need this. Especially not right now.”

This makes Rex mad.

“Oh you don’t need this? Well, excuseee me! We don’t need you to be so goddamn stupid, especially not right now.”

Mark narrows his eyes, visibly agitated. “Stupid? I’m being stupid?”

Rex widens his eyes, his pitch growing higher. “Yeah! That’s what I said.”

“Okay, I think we’re elevating the situation so let’s all just calm down.” William suggests nervously.

Mark has other thoughts as he rises from the bed. “And how exactly am I being stupid?”

Rex knows he shouldn’t be egging him on, he shouldn’t be encouraging his anger; but if this was the way to make his friend see his foolishness then so be it.

“By distancing yourself from the one woman who’s nice enough to let you, instead of manning up and telling her how you really feel.”

That stung.

“You don’t get to tell me how to handle my love life.”

Rex smirks lazily, a hardball on the tip of his tongue. “You don’t even have the balls to have one.”

“Rex.” William warns.

The cheeky bastard ignores him and continues on, a bit excited to see where this would all lead.

“I think she’d want a man who sees her, who doesn’t hurt her by ignoring her entire existence.”

Rick facepalms himself and wonders where the line between bravery and stupid was drawn.

Mark’s knuckles are white from how hard his fingers are curling in on themselves, his fists ready to pound into the explosive asshole.

Rex steps closer, now toe-to-toe with Mark and ignorantly unafraid. “I wouldn’t make her wait.”

Mark punches him right in the mouth, hard.

“Mark!” The yell of his friends fall on deaf ears.

Rex grunts as he stumbles back a bit, expecting this outcome.

“You don’t know her. You don’t know what’s good for her.” Mark spits bitterly.

Rex spits some blood out, sighing heavily. “You do.”

That makes Mark soften up.

He blinks like he’s snapped out of a trance. His fist wavers and is set down beside his thigh, a deep sigh exiting his nose. He looks at his friend and witnesses the ugly truth; his jealousy won.

“What am I doing?” He whispers.

Rex coughs lightly, the cut on his lip stinging.

“Talk to her, Mark. Don’t let her live with the regret of not knowing.”

Rick puts a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, hoping this will finally tip him over the edge.

Rex comes off the wall, slapping Mark’s back with a warm pat.

“I’m sorry, Rex. I shouldn’t have-”

He dismisses him with a wave. “Nah, I was being an asshole. An asshole on purpose, but still an asshole.”

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You’re gathering the courage to mull over the most impactful relationship in your life.

Is there even a correct way to do that?

You don’t know, but what you do know is that you have to try.

You look at yourself in the mirror and feel the weight of your younger self.

She’d be devastated. you think. If she were here in the flesh to see this, you don’t think she could withstand it.

A sharp knock to your door pulls you out of your head.

You’re not expecting anyone, and you’re unsure about the one person you did want to hear from.

Regardless, you walk over and open the door and your heart drops out of your ass. Not in fear, but in surprise.

“Mark.” You breathe.

Here he is; in the flesh and without the scowl you picture. In fact, he looks guilty.

His once glee-filled eyes are now empty of it, making you reminisce the time before last week.

“Can I come in?” His voice resounding of forlorn hope.

He expects you to deny him, to make him walk away with his hands held in a helpless prayer.

Instead, you show him mercy and welcome him inside your place of refuge.

Tentatively, he makes his way inside and awkwardly stands beside your desk.

You’re quiet, still trying to process his presence after an entire week of radio silence.

You don’t know how to feel. Should you be happy? Ecstatic? If anything, frustrated and hurt are also a great couple of options.

“Y/n?”

You look up at him and see his concerned face. “Hm?”

“I asked if we can talk.”

“Now you want to talk?” It came out before you could even think about it.

Your annoyance seeps through and he shuffles the weight on his feet a bit uncomfortably.

“I know-”

“No, you don’t.”

He looks at you like you just told him to kill himself.

“Y/n, please. Just hear me out.”

Your arms are crossed over your chest in a defensive position, he clocks that. He also notices the way you make eye contact with him throughout your sentences.

You were really hurt, he gathers.

He takes your silence as a sign to continue talking.

“After I left you at Paul’s, I went back out there and fought off the rest of those… variants. While I was fighting them, they told me about you.”

Your interest is absolutely peaked now.

“What do you mean?”

“They... they said that you existed in their world but-” He cuts himself off with a vexed sigh.

“But what, Mark.”

You want, need to know what was worth hurting you for days on end.

Mark looks at you and it's the most disheartened he's looked since that night he told you to leave.

“You died, Y/n.”

It all makes sense now. You grapple with the stomach-churning epiphany of the century.

The different Invincibles that wanted to take you was simply because you ceased to exist in their worlds.

“I... I died in every single universe.”

He takes some steps in your direction, not wanting to overwhelm you.

“You either died on accident by being murdered among civilians or you killed yourself.”

“Why would I commit suicide?”

He deeply inhales. “Because you'd rather die than join the other me.”

That sounds on brand.

“I couldn't live with myself knowing I'd lose you in this world, too.” He admits raspily.

That touches your heart.

You want to hug him, to comfort him but you're still kind of confused. You needed more answers.

“I was so scared, I had never felt fear like I did when I saw them with you.” He whispers.

“Why'd you tell me to leave?” You ask gently.

“Because I love you.”

His confession is so light, said with such helplessness, that you tear up.

Mark maintains eye contact with you, tired of hiding his true self. He wants you to see him.

“So many people have died because of me, it may not be directly my fault, but it still had to do with me.”

He comes a little closer, just a couple of steps away from touching you.

“What if I was too late that day? What if they managed to take you away?” He mutters in a hushed tone.

Mark shakes his head as if to get rid of those thoughts.

“If anything happens to you, it will be because of me.”

“So, you thought it was best to create such a large gap between us, that there'd be a sinking hole inside of me. Is that it?”

Your eyes well up against your will but you can't bring yourself to care. Not when he can finally see just how much you've been suffering.

“You think I wanted to do that?” He asks defensively.

You scoff indignantly. “I think you could've told me from the jump. That's what I think.”

You know it's a little unfair given how vulnerable he's being right now but he was unfair when you were vulnerable, too.

He shakes his head, eyes closing in on themselves as his tears threaten to fall. “I can't risk your life, Y/n! Why don't you understand that?”

You messily wipe your tears, your lashes wet and nose tinged with the lightest of reds.

“All this time, you didn't have a problem with how close we were. Now that you saw how close I was to something dangerous, it got too real for you?!”

He's in your space now, his chin set down and eyes on yours.

Contrary to how mad he looks, he relays his message in an low tone. “Yeah. It did.”

Your eyes widen a bit at the length he's cut between your bodies and you're back in time. You go back to the moment he almost kissed you.

“Don't push me away, Mark.”

You beg him and you don't care if you look pathetic. You love him and don't want to lose him like this.

Mark just presses his forehead against yours and shuts his eyes, he concentrates on you. Your smell, your hushed breaths, your heartbeat.

You feel his hands slide up and down your arms, grounding you.

Even when he's opening up to you, Mark still chooses to comfort you. He still wants to calm you down, to make you feel better. He still chooses to have your best interests at heart.

“I came here to tell you the truth, that you deserve better.”

You wordlessly deny his idea, shaking your head once.

He grabs ahold of your head, making you look at him.

You see it all, you see all of his pain, grief, anger.

“I love you but you're not safe with me.”

“You don't get to make my decision for me.” You stubbornly point out.

He’s stubborn too. “Y/n—”

“I love you.” A shaky whisper snuck into the air between your lips.

His wide eyes stare back at yours in surprise.

“I've loved you for a long time and I don't wanna be in love with another.” You wrap your hands around his, feeling the warmth bloom onto your cold ones.

“Please, please don't ask me to stay away from you.” You cry.

He kisses your head and brings you close, his palm guiding your cheek to his shoulder. He curls his other arm around your waist and rests his chin atop your hair.

“Okay, alright.” He fondly agrees. Stop crying, you crybaby.”

“Fuck you.” You lightly jab.

He airily laughs and brings your face close to his, pressing an equally feathery kiss to your lips.

You timidly kiss him, shying away a little to breathe but Mark wants you to take his breath if you must. He pulls you in, hands gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him, wanting to shape a new mold from your figures.

Your fingers nervously brush his hair and he groans at the contact.

You chuckle at the sound and he pulls away leaving a soft peck.

He's in a daze and has hearts in his eyes but he ultimately decides; he wouldn't want it any other way.

[mirai-lunar]

Pt. 2 Invincible Variants x Fem! Reader

Includes: Mohawk Mark, Omni Mark, No Goggles Invincible, Goggles Invincible, Sinister Mark

Word Count: ~4k

Part 1

Warnings: Dark Content, Violence, Yandere Behavior

Also switched up character order lol

Mohawk Mark

“I can’t believe I lost all my files,” you murmured. 

“That’s what you’re worried about?” He asked. “I thought not dying should be at the top of your list.” 

You both were still outside the prison facility. You dusted off your clothes before standing up, turning away from him, and walking off.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

He was now in front of you, floating slightly off the ground. You stopped and responded simply.

“Far away from here.”

As you continued to move forward, he moved backwards, still in front of you as he spoke.

“Feel free to walk. But you won’t get far without shoes.” 

You frowned. Why was he your voice of reason now?

As you took a step forward, this time he didn’t move, you bumping right into him. Irritation flashed on your face and he smiled.

“Calm down...” His arms wrapped around your waist as he leaned in close. “I’ll fly you home after I’m finished.” 

“As if I’d trust you,” you told him. “I don’t know why you’re- Here- But I- Would you stop kissing me?!”

He laughed and pulled just a little bit away from your lips. He didn’t move his hands though.

“My bad. What were you saying?” He asked, feigning innocence. You wanted to rearrange that face of his. 

“What I was trying to say was-”

“Hold that thought.”

In an instant he shot past you, flying back towards the prison. You spun around and squinted to get a better look, noticing electricity shooting through the air in the distance.

“Powerplex?” You whispered. He was one of your patients, so you were aware of his powers.

Both were too far away to know what was going on, but judging by the electricity shooting everywhere and his laughter, you assumed they were battling. 

You sighed. 

“Not my problem.”

Well maybe it was. It was safe to assume your car was destroyed. 

You could attempt the walk back to your home, but you lived far away, and your legs would give out at any minute now. 

And you were shoeless, no less.

The adrenaline had worn off, and you slumped behind a nearby tree, opting to rest instead. If you died here, then… oh well. 

“Hopefully he doesn’t take too long…” you murmured.

~

“Ah shit. Where’d she go?” 

He had got caught up in battle and completely lost sight of you. 

“She couldn't have gotten far…” He murmured, surveying the area in the sky. “But knowing her, maybe she did walk home.” 

He paused when he noticed a familiar body curled up in a grassy area. He flew over, landing next to the tree you were near.

“Hey, you alive?” 

Your eyes peeled open.

“Unfortunately…” You murmured. Either that or you were in hell.

He then picked you up, before taking off into the sky. 

“Alright, point in the direction where you live,” he said. When he didn’t get a response he looked down, noticing your eyes were closing again. 

You weren’t responding. His eyes widened. 

“Shit! Hey! Stay with me!” 

He shook you, and your eyes snapped open. Confusion crossed your face until he spoke.

“Point to where you live.”

You remained quiet for a bit, before pointing to your left. 

“30 miles…Or 48 km that way.” 

He then sped off, and you closed your eyes. You didn’t know how long you were flying, but when he stopped, your eyes opened again. You gave him more directions, and that eventually led to your home. 

Your back door was unlocked and he made his way inside, before gently setting you down on your couch. He crouched low to look you over. You took some time to collect yourself, before shooting him a glare.

“What..?” You said, annoyance in your voice. He groaned. 

“Ugh, you had better be glad I like you. I don’t normally put up with this shit.” 

You frowned at his words. He sighed before one of his hands reached out, resting on your head. His voice was now calm as he looked at you.

“...You okay?”

The frown left your face, your gaze softening. 

“Yeah, just tired,” you murmured. “I would thank you for bringing me home, but you were the cause of all this.”

“I mean you could still thank me.” 

You smiled before replying. 

“No, I don’t think so.”

He raised an amused eyebrow before standing up.

“So…” He started. “Want me to keep you company or…”

You looked away, before looking back up at him.

“If you have nothing else better to do,” you said.

He then moved close to you, and out of surprise you moved back, unknowingly giving him space. He climbed onto your couch, before casually propping his head up with his hand. The two of you now faced each other and you frowned. 

“When you said 'company', I thought you meant anywhere else in my home but here,” you flatly said. He smiled. 

“I thought you didn’t like me,” he teased you. You rolled over to face away from him.

“I’ll hate you again once I get some rest.” 

His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer, your back now firmly against his chest.

“I should keep you up all night then…” He whispered in your ear. You immediately slapped his arm, not bothering to turn around to face him. He laughed.  “Alright, alright… Worth a shot.”

Omni Mark

You abruptly shut off the news, faced with a rude awakening. 

Your savior wasn’t who you thought he was.

While he did rescue you, he wasn’t exactly good. That left you with too many questions. 

“I need to clear my head…” you murmured, opting for some fresh air. As you opened the window to your bedroom, you paused, noticing something sitting neatly in your driveway. 

It was your car. 

You furrowed your brows before racing towards your front door. As you made your way outside you circled your vehicle, your thoughts racing. 

Hadn’t you abandoned this car in the city? How did it get here?

“It’s dark out, you know.” 

You froze in place, recognizing the voice. It was him. As you focused on your reflection in the car window, you also noticed his reflection as well. He was floating in the air behind you as he spoke.

“Staying inside is a safer option.”

You remained in place, your back facing him as you gripped your door handle.

“Would that keep me safe from you?” You asked him. As he maintained his calm expression, you looked down. “You shouldn’t be here… I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“...Are you sure?”

You sighed frustratingly. If he really was a bad guy, then why did he bother to save you? Why’d he bring your car home? Maybe you’ve got it all wrong?

“I’m not sure about anything,” you admitted.

You then made your way back to your house, before motioning him to come in. You locked the door behind you and closed all your curtains. 

“I assume you know what’s happening now,” he stated.

“Yes, I know lots of Invincibles are attacking places all over the world,” you said. You looked away for a bit, before looking back at him, determination on your face. “But, I know you wouldn’t do that. You’re here to help out, right?”

He gave you a small smile.

“You know that isn’t true.”

You looked away, your eyes downcast before determination immediately showed back up again.

“Maybe it isn’t. But that doesn’t matter. At least not to me.” You then began to panic. “W-what am I saying?! Of course it matters. I just…”

He saved you. Hell, you had even kissed him. You couldn’t start second guessing now. 

He watched you pace around your room as you considered your options.

“Regardless.” You stopped your rant when he spoke. “I’m only here for you. Hopefully this world hasn’t treated you poorly.”

He brushed his gloved hand across your cheek and you looked away. It was really difficult to hate him. 

“Well, I work a dead-end job and despise my entire existence, does that count?” You asked. He smiled.

“If you want me to get rid of anyone, then just let me know.” 

Your eyes widened. He said those words so easily. He would even kill for you?

…Well there was this one coworker…

“No, you shouldn’t be hurting people!” you told him, panic in your voice. Your dark thoughts had terrified you. “I wouldn’t want you to do that!” 

He then cupped your face, you looking directly at your reflection in his goggles.

“It’s who I am, Y/n. This world could burn for all I care. All I need is you.”

As he embraced you, your heart was now racing. You couldn’t get out of this mess, you were sure he wouldn’t let you. You had loved him at first, but now… you were terrified of him. 

“...Is something wrong?”

Your blood ran cold when he said those words. There wasn’t an ounce of question in his voice, it was more of a calm observation. 

“I’m just tired…” you lied, trying to slow your racing pulse. Your eyes frantically darted around the room as you searched for something, anything, to get you out of this mess. You had let him into your home. You trusted him. 

You… still trusted him. 

All he ever did was love you. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all…

No Goggles Invincible

“We’re gonna have so much fun!!”

He was flying through the air with you in his arms. His flight pattern ranged from spirals, to spins, to abrupt zigzags. Half of the time, your eyes had trouble determining your whereabouts. The other half was spent praying you wouldn’t die. 

“Where should we go first?” He asked. You didn’t know if his question was directed at you or himself. “How about a nice park? Or a restaurant? Oh- Oh! Space is pretty nice! Want to go there?” 

He then zoomed upward, the air beginning to thin at an alarming rate. You gasped as you slapped his arm as many times as you could, trying to gain his attention. Thankfully he hadn’t made it anywhere near space when he paused, tilting his head.

“What’s wrong?”

You then covered your throat with both your hands. Realization crossed his face before he lowered himself back down to a breathable atmosphere. You inhaled loudly before hanging your head low, trying to catch your breath. He watched you with concern. 

“Ah shit, sorry about that. I’m so used to going up there,” he said. “Are you okay?” 

You were not okay. You were doomed. 

He was going to kill you at this rate. And by complete accident. 

“Please… Just put me back on the ground…” you said. He nodded, before descending from the sky. The second he set you on the ground was the second you moved away from him, falling onto your knees. 

“Sorry, this is all kind of new to me,” he said. “I should probably treat my girlfriend better-”

“I am not your girlfriend,” you snapped at him. He smiled. 

“Aww, you don’t mean that. You’re just upset! You have every right to be!” 

He was constantly hugging you. And kissing you. You immediately saw red.

“Don’t touch me!!” You yelled. 

“Aww pumpkin-”

“Get away from me!!” 

“But-”

“Let! Go of me!!!”

He then released you, and the sudden force of you pulling away caused you to fall backwards. As you landed, you cut the side of your cheek. You wiped the area before pulling yourself up, and screaming at the top of your lungs. 

“I am not your girlfriend!! And I hate you!! I hate-”

The rest of the words got caught in your throat when you saw his expression. His smile, and usual optimism, was gone. It was now replaced with a quiet, yet cold stare. 

“You don’t mean that, do you?” He asked you. Even his tone had changed. It was horrifying. 

You didn’t know what he would do to you, but you knew what he was capable of. All of your anger had left you and you shamefully looked towards the ground instead. Maybe your death wouldn’t be accidental after all.

“N..No. I didn’t mean that,” you said. “I was just scared.”

You remained quiet, refusing to look up at him. You were then greeted with a hug, his usual cheerfulness once again back in place. 

“Aww it’s okay sweetie!! I’m sorry for scaring you!!” He told you. You leaned into him, thankful that he was now back to his usual self. 

Once he finished cuddling you, he pulled away to examine the cut on your cheek.

“Let’s get that fixed up, okay?”

“O-okay.”

It didn’t take long. He had easily broken into a nearby pharmacy and grabbed a handful of things. The two of you sat in the middle of the pharmacy, and he dabbed a cotton ball on your cheek. You hissed in pain, and he laughed. 

“Does it hurt that much?” He asked you. You nodded. “You’re really fragile! And really cute~”

As he placed a comically large bandage on your cheek, you immediately thanked him. He smiled as he spoke.

“Mark.”

“What?” You said, furrowing your brows. 

“My name! It’s Mark. Mark Grayson.”

…Huh. That name didn’t ring a bell. 

“Okay then. Thanks, Mark,” you told him. He nodded. 

“What’s your name?”

Well... there was no point in lying to him.

“It’s Y/n,” you told him. He lit up.

“Hi Y/n!!” Anddd he was cuddling you again. “Let’s stick together forever, okay?” 

“...O-okay.”

He was… a handful. You quickly learned that playing along was better than outright refusing his advances. 

You never wanted to see that side of him again. 

Goggles Invincible

“Why would you want to go home dear? You have me.” 

It was difficult to convince him of anything.

You were currently sitting in his lap, your eyes focused on anything else but him. Both of you were far away from all the turmoil now, and the grassy area you were currently in was quiet. 

“I wanted to say goodbye to my family,” you said. “If you say you love me, then I should at least be able to make decisions.”

It was hard to gauge his emotions while goggles covered his eyes. He was currently smiling though. 

“That’s a fair point... A relationship does require input from both parties.” His hand rested on the top of your head. “Unfortunately, I don’t like your family.”

That was his way of saying that he’d kill your family on the spot. You remained quiet as he continued to speak.

“Have anything else in mind?”

What else could you think of? A frown was on your face as you finally mustered up the courage to look at him. 

“I’d really wish you’d go die in a hole somewhere,” you stated. His smile had widened at that response. 

“How cute. If I died, then who would take care of you, hm?” 

“I am capable of handling myself.”

“I highly doubt that.” Before you could protest, his hand tugged gently at your shirt. You froze at the sudden contact. “Your clothes are covered in ash. A change in outfit would be nice, don’t you think?”

You looked away, before nodding in agreement. Your eyes were now hopeful as you spoke.

“I can go home and change-”

“No, there’s a small store nearby,” he said. Well that completely killed off your hope. “We’ll go there.”

“...Alright.”

He then lifted you into his arms before taking off into the skies. The silence was eating at you, but you refused to speak.

“Aren’t you curious about how I look?” He asked you. The thought had never crossed your mind until now. You furrowed your brows, but nodded.

He then paused his flight in midair, before pulling off the mask, the goggles leaving with it. You couldn’t stop your surprised expression. 

He was… pretty good looking. Too bad his personality completely ruined that fact. He gave you a small smile. 

“So, am I your type?”

You frowned. 

“Unfortunately, homicidal people are not my type.”

He chuckled before pulling his mask and goggles back into place. 

“I’m more of a sadist, actually,” he told you. “You know, you were much more open to me killing people in my world. I guess this version of you is more…soft.”

“I don’t know the me from your world,” you stated. “I would never approve of killing.”

“Hm…”

He landed in front of the small store, before setting you down. You noticed the store was dimly lit inside, and you tried the door. 

“It’s closed,” you murmured.

His hand then burst through the front window, shattering it into pieces. 

“Not anymore.”

The thought of breaking and entering didn’t sit well with you, but you needed clothes. You made your way inside, him standing right behind you. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about-

“Can I…help you?”

A new voice made you freeze in place. A worker was looking directly at the two of you, clothes in hand. She seemed to have been restocking.

“I’ll pay for the window! And the clothes!” You exclaimed, your tone panicked. “We won’t hurt you, I promise!”

“Speak for yourself…” He murmured, just loud enough for the worker to hear. She froze at his words, before responding. 

“You triggered a silent alarm when you broke the glass. The police are on their way.”

“I see.” In an instant he was now standing behind the worker, resting a hand on her shoulder. He calmly spoke to you. “Y/n… Would you like me to kill this person?”

“No,” you hissed. “Let’s just get the clothes and leave.”

“That option is boring,” he stated. “How about this? Either I kill this worker right now. Or… I kill whoever shows up to the alarm.”

Your eyes widened at his words.

“Of course if you pick the second option then we’ll have to wait,” he mused.

“I won’t let you do that!” You exclaimed.

“You know you can't stop me.”

“Then… t-then I won’t choose!”

“That’s fine… I’ll just kill her. And whoever shows up.”

His hand gripped the worker's shoulder much more tightly as she yelled out in pain.

“Stop!!” you pleaded. He smiled at you, before loosening his grip.

“Make your decision, sweetheart.”

Your heart was once again racing. As your eyes shifted over to the worker, she spoke to you, the look of pure desperation in her eyes.

“Please... I have a family…”

The wailing sirens were now outside the small building. As two officers entered the store, you shut your eyes, his words ringing in your head.

~

You exited the building, clothes in hand, and a thousand yard stare on your face. He casually flicked the blood off his right hand as he spoke. 

“Well, that was fun,” he said. His now clean hand then rested on the top of your head, before he leaned in, kissing the area gently. “Look on the bright side… At least you didn’t have to pay for the clothes.” 

Sinister Mark

“Oh stop acting like a child. I only broke your arm.”

His words were humiliating. 

You attempted to catch your breath, your back against the cold ground. He was sitting on top of you, casually continuing the one-sided conversation. 

“Though I’ll admit, you were tougher than I expected,” he said.  

As he pulled himself off you, you internally calmed, thankful that this nightmare was over. You then dragged yourself up into a sitting position, clutching your broken arm. When you noticed that he was smiling at your misfortune, you gritted your teeth. 

“What’s the matter?” The words had left your mouth before you could even stop yourself. “Too afraid to kill me?”

The smile immediately left his face. In an instant he was once again over you, his hand harshly gripping your throat. 

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he said. “I let you live because you’re the only thing that’s intriguing on this planet.”

You could barely speak now, your throat burning as you gasped for air. He was not letting up. You clawed at his glove with your one good arm. He watched your expression for a bit, before releasing his hold on you. As you choked for air, he frowned, your words ringing in his head. 

Why couldn’t he just kill you? 

He wanted to bash your head in. It wouldn’t be difficult. But something in the back of his mind wouldn’t let him. 

“…”

He then crouched down, one of his gloved hands resting on your good arm. You froze in place at the sudden contact. 

“Stop being difficult,” he told you. “You know you can't beat me.”

He then pulled you up. Your eyes remained focused on the ground as you gritted your teeth. He was right, it was hopeless. 

“I know that,” you murmured. "But I can’t… I can’t let you do what you want.” 

He grew silent. This was all a game to him. But to you it was… something else.

Your eyes widened when you felt his gloved hand rest gently against your face. And your heartbeat sped as he wiped away a stray tear that had slipped down your cheek. A mix of surprise and confusion was on your face, your eyes still trained on the ground. 

“You shouldn’t be so quick to throw your life away,” he warned you. One of his fingers tilted your head up, and he looked you over. You frowned. 

“Why… aren’t you killing me?” You asked him. He leaned in, whispering in your ear. 

“Do you want me to?” 

You looked away, considering his words. As you did that he grabbed your broken arm and harshly shifted it, causing you to scream out at the sudden pain. He then immediately let go, and you clutched your arm, a throbbing pain now aching the area. 

“Well would you look at that? You can scream,” he said. “I’ve never put a limb back in place, but I’m sure you’ll figure out the rest.”

Your eyes just looked at him, before you realized what he meant. 

You had feeling in your arm again. He had put it back in place. You were completely silent now, unable to process what was happening. 

“Be sure to keep me more entertained the next time we meet,” He said. As he leaned in, you froze, before you felt his lips brush against your forehead. “I intend to make you scream more. One way or another.”

“Fuck you,” you said. 

He smiled this time, not bothering to respond. He then took off straight up into the sky, before pausing for a split second, and shooting off to the right. Once he had left your field of vision you collapsed to the ground, clutching your arm. 

You couldn’t believe you had survived that. 

Your eyes then searched the ground below, looking for something you had lost during the battle. After some time you found your earpiece, and you hastily put it back into your ear.

“Please pick up, please…” you whispered. “Cecil? Cecil!?”

“Y/n?” His voice, and the slight static, caused you to sigh in relief. “Are you alright?” 

“I encountered one of the Invincible variants. I… couldn’t beat him.” Tears spilled down your cheek now, but you maintained a calm tone as you clutched your arm.

“Jesus, Y/n. You’re alive, that’s all that matters,” Cecil said to you. “Should I send help?”

“No,” you quickly replied. “I don’t know if he’s still in the area. I’d rather be the only casualty if he is.”

“Are you injured?”

“It’s nothing too serious,” you lied. “I just need some time to recover. Don’t send anyone.”

“...Alright kid, take as much time as you need.”

The line went dead, and you pulled the earpiece out your ear before forcing yourself to stand. 

“Next time…” You whispered, wiping away your tears. “I’ll be ready next time.”

~

Posting this on April 1st is wild lol. This took longer than usual to write, but I liked how all the stories turned out.

I only intended for this to have two parts. So I have no idea what I am going to write after this.

[tyheartsthragg]

thragg x (fem)reader

note: this is also on ao3 ! and there’s comic spoilers—be advised lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64406905

word count: 1174

summary: after the destruction of the Viltrum empire, thragg seeks a solution to rebuild the legacy—he finds you.

It’s been twenty seven days since the Viltrum empire has been reduced to cinders. The shame of having to leave his entire empire behind was already mortifying by itself, however blending in with humanity was a humiliation ritual of its own. Each stomp he took down the sidewalk was followed by a deep breath, he couldn’t afford to get caught. A small pebble rolled toward his shoe, causing him to glance down with skepticism. The silence cracks open, a deafening sound of rocks and debris collapsing onto the pavement, spreading a thick cloud of dust and ash into the streets.

Thragg turned his attention toward the commotion, civilians screaming and sprinting away from the growing cloud of haze as the building nearby meets the ground.

Regardless, he carried on, walking down the sidewalk as the screams faded off into the distance. It was not his job to interfere, nor did he really care about the lives here. Yet… he is strangely curious to see how the ‘heroes’ on this planet handle a grave threat. With a slight shift of his weight, he swiftly rose into the air, the ground fell away beneath him. His gaze snapped toward the crumbled building, followed by more screams and wails of terror as the weaklings fled from the scene. His eyes narrowed further at a bright crack of lightning down below.

Focusing his sight; there was a man ranting about something inaudible, bolts of lightning crackling around his form. Bursts of flames erupt from destroyed vehicles, rubble and debris decorating the roads, and the ‘heroes’ that are keeping a large distance between them and him. They’re not even attempting to subdue the man, their lips moving but making no sudden action.

These are the defenders of this planet?

Two feelings quickly surged within him, pride and curiosity. The first was mainly due to his own sense of superiority, quickly understanding that he (or any Viltrumite really) could easily stop the idiotic man causing such a commotion. The other side of him, the curious one, wondered just how humans handled issues like these. What made them so worthy of being protected by other Viltrumites? Why did one of their best fighters betray their cause for this planet and its people?

Thragg stared blankly at the scene in front of him as others flocked away in fear, he wanted to see how this would go and if possible, find someone worthy enough to interbreed with. Someone who could create a soldier capable and reliable.

However, with each passing minute Thragg slowly began to realize something. The superheroes in front of him were entirely and completely useless at their job, doing almost nothing to stop ‘Powerplex’ as he called himself, from wrecking down buildings and hurting other innocent humans. Before he could continue living his moment as a nosy aunt, he was interrupted by the footsteps of a figure approaching the manic man. A woman. She appeared like others of her kind, small in comparison to a Viltrumite and lacking in any overt signs of strength such as muscle. He felt a brow rise in confusion, why would the GDA send such a weak thing to fight an already pathetic creature? It’d be much like watching a fly fight a mosquito, both equally annoying creatures capable of providing no positive or useful traits to a society.

He watched as the creature brought her arm back behind her, cranking it like a hard lever, and even from a distance Thragg could see the subtle sight of her veins beginning to pop against her arm. He stared intensely, waiting for her to swing, and then-

He blinked.

He blinked and Powerplex was gone.

The only evidence of what happened was the woman standing in the middle of the battlefield, and the harsh gust of wind that smacked his face from what he could only guess was due to the sheer power of her punch. Thragg stood there in a haze, completely shocked by the power he had just witnessed. Vanquished by a mere human. He rose his head and watched as the sky was illuminated by the loud and strong thunderous roars of lightning bolts due to Powerplex’s power, before the man fell onto the ground unconscious. He felt a smirk grow on his lips, his heart swelling in a strange emotion that he could only compare to excitement. This had to be it, this woman, she was the one.

A rectangular shaped portal tore through the space, hovering above the ruins as GDA rushes out with guns strapped to their chests. An older, suited man hops out last, already turning to speak with the woman who just defeated PowerPlex. The armed guards lie the injured heroes onto a cot, machines already picking up on their faint heartbeats. They left as soon as they arrived, but the elder stayed with the woman, the two seemed to be discussing the matter at hand.

Their conversation appeared to end abruptly when she shook her head, waving a dismissive hand his way. He backed down, and returned back to the portal with a wave before it shrunk back into nothing.

For the first time in the past hour or so—it’s silent. The woman stood there for a moment, before turning to help an injured person beside her.

Thragg descends from the air, gravity pulling him down to meet the cracked concrete. He marches forward, rock and shards of glass crunching beneath his feet as he approaches her. A few heads turn, taking in a single glance at him before darting away from the area. The woman turns as well; her eyes narrowing upon the sight of him. She throws a protective arm over the shaking girl beside her, flicking her head to the side—a silent order to flee. The girl doesn’t waste a second, vanishing into the ruins, leaving the woman’s attention fixed on him.

A gust of wind blows through, kicking up debris and pebbles, filling the silent air. Her posture is defensive—both hands curled into tight fists, her expression stern and unyielding.

“Who-”

“Hello.” Thragg cut her off, his hands folded in front of him. Her eyebrows pinch together in confusion, shoulders relaxing slightly. “Your performance was intriguing.” His words would sound more genuine if his tone wasn’t emotionless. She opens her mouth to reply but he cuts her off once again, causing her jaw to snap shut. “I wish to breed with you.”

The woman stands there in silence, utter disbelief written across her features as she took in his blank stare. “What the fuck?”

[cassayeee]

'It was like pure static, the feeling of Death’s knife pressing closer and closer to the flesh of your neck. Like holding too tightly onto an electric fence, fingers wound taut against the wire, locked into place. Even if you wanted to let go, your body was rigid, the currents forcing your nerves to tense irregularly, mimicking signals that should be stemming from your mind. You knew this was the end. You could feel it in the way your bones aired themselves into hollow poles and your blood stilled into a lukewarm glass of water.

What else was there to do than lay down and accept your fate? To hope the inevitable comes swift and painless? Well, it’s not like you could move even if you wanted to. With the hundreds of pounds of building matter currently atop your legs, all you could do was close your eyes within the clouds of smoke and dust and wonder.

Wonder what you had done to deserve this. Wonder how things had so quickly changed. And wonder if you would truly see your life condensed into a seven-minute montage before your brain finally shut down.

Grief struck you hard and fast for the life you were losing and the friends and family you would never see again. It was hard letting go, but there was no other choice given to you. The universe had shifted you sideways and sent you on a path not of your own creation. Dangling your life in front of you like a worm on a hook – baiting, baiting, baiting, until you had no other choice but to wrap your lips around the metallic pincer and bite.

Blood oozed from your mouth as you forced your eyelids apart, desperate to see anything other than the darkness within the closure. But instead of the condensed particles of earth and concrete you expected, you were surprised to see the overcast had been shifted away, blown by some stronger, opposing force. You never even felt the breeze.

Curious about the cause, you slowly tilted your head to the right, allowing gravity to rest your cheek against the hot ground. Staying alive was becoming a chore, and you could barely keep your eyes open, but the sight before you would haunt you for whatever life you had left.

A man hidden in a yellow and blue superhero suit – I know him – standing atop rubble and viscera – is that Invincible? – body shaking from the labor of simply breathing – what’s that in his hand? – a human limb, other than his own – my bracelet, why does that arm have my bracelet? – the man slowly turning in his own destruction – no, not mine – tears welling in his eyes, shining through the pieces of broken goggles – why is he holding my brother’s hand? – head downturned toward the pool of blood beneath him with no face to greet him back - - - -

Did Mark Grayson kill my family?'

foaming at the mouth to get this finished, but I wanted to get a little "sneak peak" (so to speak) of the sinister mark x reader fic I have cooking currently. reader is kinda going through a powerplex storyline, but I crave angst, so ofc she's going to be bestie's with mark before this all goes down (and then, subsequently, the invincible war arc). since this is going to be specifically for sinister mark, I was lowkey thinking of playing around with the themes of cannibalism but idk if that's too much to drop after a year-long hiatus LMAO. then again, fuck it

[invinciblevariant]

hello !! please read !!

welcome to my little corner of tumblr dot com ! i'm kay , twenty-seven years old , cis female , moderately autistic (clinically dxed) , and a fanfic writer ! i'm currently heavily into invincible right now . more about what i am comfortable with writing + ships i will write about can be found under the read more ! i am also a big fan of doing badthingshappenbingo cards , so you may see some pop up from time to time .

!! this is an mdni blog , please do not interact if you are a minor !!

current work(s) in progress :

i have your loved one (bthb) - markeve feat. powerplex .

requested for anon - mark x superpowered reader who goes toe-to-toe against him

completed fics / requests :

"in your hour of need , i'll be there . . ." - markrex .

"my baby , my baby . . ." - sinhawk (sinister x mohawk) .

"what a pathetic (endearing) little puppy . . ." - nolan x debbie .

"let me help you . . ." - mohawk x maskless .

credits :

divider for 'unmasked' - @strangergraphics !

what i will write / am comfortable writing :

blood & gore ( as a huge fan of horror movies , i love this type of stuff , and invincible does have a shit ton of blood and gore in the show )

torture ( one of my fav alternate invincibles is sinister mark [ fUCK CALLING HIM CAPEVINCIBLE THAT'S FUCKIN WACK ] plus some bthb cards do have forms of torture as prompts *shrug* )

mpreg ( listen , it ain't everyone's cup of tea , but i personally am into it bc it's just ,,,, fun and adorable to imagine ...... ok so i love mpreg suE ME !!! )

selfcest ( again , not everyone's cup of tea , but i personally do not mind this , as i recently got into the idea of all the mark variants developing a ,,,,, thing for one another ,,,, lISTEN THEYRE STUCK IN THE WASTELAND DIMENSION FOR SO LONG BEFORE EATING ONE ANOTHER THERE'S BOUND TO HAVE BEEN SOME FUCKING INVOLVED BEFOREHAND )

what i will not write / am not comfortable writing :

incest ( keep that shit fAR THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME PLS AND FUCK YOU VERY MUCH D I S G U S T I N G !!!!! )

bestiality ( read above )

adult x minor ships ( read first bullet point's parentheses )

smut ( i just ,,,,, have never had sex in my entire life so i'm not sure where i would even start in writing it , so i prefer not to write it at all )

sexual assault

any kind of kinks ( read fourth bullet point's parentheses )

characters i can write for :

bolded are personal favs !

mark grayson / invincible & his variants

eve wilkins

amber bennett

william clockwell

rick sheridan

rex sloan

robot / rudy connors

amanda

rachel / shrinking rae

zandale / bulletproof

black samson

cecil stedman

donald ferguson

angstrom levy

animated jesse pinkman scott duvall / powerplex

becky duvall

debbie grayson

oliver grayson

nolan grayson / omni-man

conquest

anissa

ships i can write for :

mark x william

mark x eve

mark x amber

mark x rex

mark x any of his variants ( names i've given the variants can be found in this post )

nolan x debbie

rex x rae

amber x eve

rick x william

cecil x donald

variant mark x variant mark ( ie. sinister x mohawk )

more tba later !

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Multiverse of Ships

by TheMaskedBunny This is NOT for x readers! This is to write stories and some other stuff of my ocs for Invincible and DC. Everyone is more free to ask questions, whether it's about my ocs or just me! Can even request to see an oc interact with a certain character. I'll be TRYING to update as often as I can, just take note I'm only a Junior in HS lol (just not one with a life). These will just be oneshots and the backstories + introductions to my ocs. If you want to see more silly stuff of my ocs, you can go to my Tiktok oc page that's called multiverse_minds. Words: 1131, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Invincible (Image Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Rex Splode | Rex Sloane, Mark Grayson | Invincible, Atom Eve | Eve Wilkins, Robot | Rudy Conners, Monster Girl | Amanda, The Immortal (Invincible), Scott Duvall | Powerplex, Bruce Wayne, Original Child(ren) of Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Selina Kyle, Stephanie Brown, Original Batfamily Member(s) (DCU), Ra's al Ghul, Raven (Teen Titans), Koriand'r (DCU), Garfield Logan, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Clark Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Jessica Cruz, John Stewart (DCU), Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Wally West Relationships: Rex Splode | Rex Sloane & Original Female Character(s), Atom Eve | Eve Wilkins/Original Character(s), Barbara Gordon/Original Character(s), Stephanie Brown/Original Character(s), Dick Grayson & Original Female Character(s), Bruce Wayne/Original Female Character(s), Diana (Wonder Woman)/Steve Trevor, Diana & Hippolyta (Wonder Woman), Diana (Wonder Woman) & Original Female Character(s), Talia al Ghul & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Kon-El | Conner Kent/Other(s), Wally West/Other(s) Additional Tags: DC Comics References, Canon: DC Animated Movie Universe | DCAMU (2013-2020), DC Stands for Disregard Canon, Mark Grayson | Invincible Needs Therapy, Invincible (Image Comics) Spoilers, Brotherly Love, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Found Family, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Major Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Protective Diana (Wonder Woman), Parental Diana (Wonder Woman), Good Parent Selina Kyle, Bisexual Selina Kyle, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Past Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul is Jason Todd's Parent, Good Person Ra's al Ghul, Jason Todd and Damian Wayne Meet in the League of Assassins, Canonical Character Death, Bad Parenting, Comic: Young Justice (1998-2003), Wally West is Kid Flash via https://ift.tt/zPBxTJZ

[sludgewolf]

How they nap with you - Invincible cast

Characters: Mark Grayson, Samanta Eve, Rex Splode, Shrinking Rae, William Clockwell, Powerplex, Mohawk Mark, Sinister Mark x reader (separately) Masterlist Invincible Masterlist Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post

Mark Grayson / Invincible

Mark mostly sleeps on his back with arm holding you close

Recently he started having more restless sleep, moving around a lot, doing small jerky movements with his arms, kicking in his sleep

and even having nightmares that wake him up in the middle of the night searching for you

Can't seem to sleep well unless you're by his side

you feel guilty for even getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night just to come back to a sad Mark sitting on your bed waiting for you to return

Samanta Eve / Atom Eve

Due to her powers Eve isn't one that likes to have loads of blankets or pillows as she sleeps

her body is like a mini star from how hot she usually runs

so her preferred sleep position is far from romantic, which is butt to butt

just enough contact to assure each other that you're there but no grabbing unless you want to wake up as if you just ran a marathon

and you also run the risk of her snoring from sleeping in a weird angle

nothing really bad, but if you're awake you might hear it

Rex Splode

Now Rex may've had gone through some major personal growth since his very close brush with death,

but sleeping Rex didn't

sleeps like a starfish smack in the middle of the bed no matter what you do

if you do choose to share a bed tho he will sleep on top of you, arms spread and snoring loud

in the off chance you can wake him back up Rex will practically jump off you apologizing profusely, promising to not do that again

but no matter what, in the morning you still wake up in the same position

and no matter how big the bed is, Rex will still seek you out in his sleep to crush you with his body

Rachel / Shrinking Rae

Rae enjoys sleeping on her side, blankets only over her waist holding you close

She doesn't snore nor move much from that position, once she's asleep she's out

one of the best napping partners tbh

though you do need to get used to her shoving her face in your chest as she sleeps

William Clockwell

William is a true sweetheart, always considerate but brutally honest when needed

that's not him when sleeping

When asleep will is so selfish and he doesn't even realize

he has the horrible habit of hogging all the blankets, leaving you to freeze in your cold dorm room

just to later on kick them all off the bed

once he gets cold again he smushes you against the wall, spooning you like a koala

he just isn't the worst bed mate because his hugs are the best there are

Scott Duvall / Powerplex

Scott used to be an angel in his sleep, didn't move much, no snoring, knew how to share blankets

but since his sister and niece tragic passing it all changed

now Scott is restless, he moves a lot during his sleep, sometimes even waking you up with it

he also sleep talks, which is kinda funny when you can hold a whole conversation with him but not so much when you absolutely need to sleep

Not to mention his frequent nightmares that wake him up in tears, always repeating that day as if torturing him in his sleep

For both of you to have a proper night of sleep you need to hold him still with a death grip to help him calm down

and also to prevent him from accidentally slapping or zapping you

Mohawk Mark

Pushes you off the bed as soon as your guard is down and laughs at your surprised yelp of pain

if anyone even thinks of doing anything similar to you he'll rip their arms off and torture them until they die the slowest most agonizing death he can think of

Sinister Mark

don't

[sludgewolf]

Can we get,,, powerplex x male reader ,,,,, /nf ,, i will take anything🙏🙏🙏

this cringe fail girl rly does deserve some more fics even if I have to do it myself!! Masterlist Invincible Masterlist

Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post

Reboot - PowerPlex x m!Reader

You and Scott knew each other since the first day of college, you got assigned as roommates and immediately clicked the moment you walked through that door

During the semester it was rare to see one without the other, even your teachers would ask you of the whereabouts of Scott if you showed up to class alone

Scott and you used to geek out about super hero comic books, excitingly waiting for the newest releases of your favorite sagas

going out to buy them together and boast about your respective collections

Often joke arguing on who was the better team or which of your favorite heroes would win in a 1v1

sometimes discussing random storylines the writers should've followed instead or character arcs that just didn't make any sense

yk, just very important conversations

Unfortunatelly for you time went by quickly, graduation coming and just like that you're both adults with adult jobs and fucked up schedules that didn't align no matter how much you tried

it didn't matter how many emails you exchanged, life dragged you along and eventually you and Scott grew apart and lost contact

The Sun shined high in the sky, lunch time just around the corner as you quickly approach the corner store for something to eat

Pushing the glass door your stomach rumbles, somehow distracting you from the 3m tall man in a elephant suit flinging a car towards you

you reflexively crouch down despite already knowing there's no way out for you, the car comes flying towards you in a head on hit

A bright flash of light blinds you, you hear a loud crash but none of the pain you expected

you slowly peek through your lashes, the car sits sideways just to your left, smoke pouring out from the huge blast attack to it that saved your life

when you turn to see your saviour memories hit you like the car that didn't

It has been almost ten years, the world had changed so much since then but it seems like fate has reunited you again

despite everything that happened, all the time passed, those eyes are still the same

you don't have much time to gape at him as one of his teammates grabs you, dragging you away from the fight

allowing PowerPlex to fight Elephant Man

"Don't break anything!" they shout back at him after settling you on a bench a few meters away from the strife "did he hit you?" they turn their attention back to you

you shake your head no, unable to find your voice

they glance over their shoulder "then wait here, the medics are on their way" once done checking on you they jump away to do damage control on the fight happening just across the street

It felt surreal, the last you've seen of PowerPlex he was being announced as the newest supervillain on the news and now-

now he's here, a hero, your hero

Just like a D tier background villain Elephant man is defeated swiftly, with no major hitches,

meanwhile the medical team does a quick examination on you, determining you came out unscattered if not for a little scare from the whole experience

they half heartedly shove into your hand a therapist's card, shooing you away to clean their station for the case the rescue team finds any more victims to the villain's attack

You look around a bit more, hesitant to leave already, your eyes soon meet Powerplex

comically being scolded by his way shorter teammate, you quietly approach them planing to patiently wait for your turn

the teammate noticing his gaze is somewhere else gives up on scolding him and just shoos him your way

Scott approaches you fidgeting with his uniform

"hi," you try "thanks for the save..."

he's still staring into the same cracks on the floor you've been scrutinizing "...no need" he finally says

you look up at him "No! I mean, you're like" struggling to find the right words you go back to looking at the cracks "we- we used to be crazy about heroes and all that and now, now you're one "

Scott is taken aback " I guess I did end here" you exchange a breathy laugh "hey, we've got this document for you to show to your boss to explain your absence" he tries a half smile

you let out a gliggle "So this means we can hang out a bit more?" you light up "maybe I could buy you something to eat, you know, as a thanks"

Scott stiffens " I uh," he sighs giving up on trying to make up an excuse " I'm still under surveillance after what I did in Chicago"

"oh" you exclaim " does it- is it ok if I still give you my number?"

"y- yes I... yes, I'd like to have your number" he stutters out

"good, cuz I don't want to lose contact again"

You leave prompted by more personal arriving at the scene, leaving Scott with a scribbled napkin in hand

a smile grows on his face, maybe things will start to look up for him from now on

[sludgewolf]

Invincible Masterlist

Masterlist

Realization - Rex Splode x Reader pt 1

Napping together - Invincible various x Reader

Powerplex

Reboot - PowerPlex x m!Reader

Don't trust me - Poweplex x Reader

Mohawk Mark

Mohawk Mark Music Taste

Guardian Angel? - Mohawk Mark x Healer!Reader

My Song Bird - Mohawk Mark x Superpowered! Reader

Hot Pink Nails - Mohawk Mark x Bimbo!Reader

Cecil Stedman

Classified - Cecil x wife!Reader

Coming soon ...

Powerplex x Reader - After the disaster

Rex Splode x Reader - Realization pt2

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Multiverse of Ships

by TheMaskedBunny This is NOT for x readers! This is to write stories and some other stuff of my ocs for Invincible and DC. Everyone is more free to ask questions, whether it's about my ocs or just me! Can even request to see an oc interact with a certain character. I'll be TRYING to update as often as I can, just take note I'm only a Junior in HS lol (just not one with a life). These will just be oneshots and the backstories + introductions to my ocs. If you want to see more silly stuff of my ocs, you can go to my Tiktok oc page that's called multiverse_minds. Words: 144, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Invincible (Image Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Rex Splode | Rex Sloane, Mark Grayson | Invincible, Atom Eve | Eve Wilkins, Robot | Rudy Conners, Monster Girl | Amanda, The Immortal (Invincible), Scott Duvall | Powerplex, Bruce Wayne, Original Child(ren) of Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Selina Kyle, Stephanie Brown, Original Batfamily Member(s) (DCU), Ra's al Ghul, Raven (Teen Titans), Koriand'r (DCU), Garfield Logan, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Clark Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Jessica Cruz, John Stewart (DCU), Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Wally West Relationships: Rex Splode | Rex Sloane & Original Female Character(s), Atom Eve | Eve Wilkins/Original Character(s), Barbara Gordon/Original Character(s), Stephanie Brown/Original Character(s), Dick Grayson & Original Female Character(s), Bruce Wayne/Original Female Character(s), Diana (Wonder Woman)/Steve Trevor, Diana & Hippolyta (Wonder Woman), Diana (Wonder Woman) & Original Female Character(s), Talia al Ghul & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Kon-El | Conner Kent/Other(s), Wally West/Other(s) Additional Tags: DC Comics References, Canon: DC Animated Movie Universe | DCAMU (2013-2020), DC Stands for Disregard Canon, Mark Grayson | Invincible Needs Therapy, Invincible (Image Comics) Spoilers, Brotherly Love, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Found Family, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Major Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Protective Diana (Wonder Woman), Parental Diana (Wonder Woman), Good Parent Selina Kyle, Bisexual Selina Kyle, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Past Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul is Jason Todd's Parent, Good Person Ra's al Ghul, Jason Todd and Damian Wayne Meet in the League of Assassins, Canonical Character Death, Bad Parenting, Comic: Young Justice (1998-2003), Wally West is Kid Flash via https://ift.tt/zPBxTJZ

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Multiverse of Ships

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zPBxTJZ by TheMaskedBunny This is NOT for x readers! This is to write stories and some other stuff of my ocs for Invincible and DC. Everyone is more free to ask questions, whether it's about my ocs or just me! Can even request to see an oc interact with a certain character. I'll be TRYING to update as often as I can, just take note I'm only a Junior in HS lol (just not one with a life). These will just be oneshots and the backstories + introductions to my ocs. If you want to see more silly stuff of my ocs, you can go to my Tiktok oc page that's called multiverse_minds. Words: 144, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Invincible (Image Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Rex Splode | Rex Sloane, Mark Grayson | Invincible, Atom Eve | Eve Wilkins, Robot | Rudy Conners, Monster Girl | Amanda, The Immortal (Invincible), Scott Duvall | Powerplex, Bruce Wayne, Original Child(ren) of Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Selina Kyle, Stephanie Brown, Original Batfamily Member(s) (DCU), Ra's al Ghul, Raven (Teen Titans), Koriand'r (DCU), Garfield Logan, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Clark Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Jessica Cruz, John Stewart (DCU), Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Wally West Relationships: Rex Splode | Rex Sloane & Original Female Character(s), Atom Eve | Eve Wilkins/Original Character(s), Barbara Gordon/Original Character(s), Stephanie Brown/Original Character(s), Dick Grayson & Original Female Character(s), Bruce Wayne/Original Female Character(s), Diana (Wonder Woman)/Steve Trevor, Diana & Hippolyta (Wonder Woman), Diana (Wonder Woman) & Original Female Character(s), Talia al Ghul & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Kon-El | Conner Kent/Other(s), Wally West/Other(s) Additional Tags: DC Comics References, Canon: DC Animated Movie Universe | DCAMU (2013-2020), DC Stands for Disregard Canon, Mark Grayson | Invincible Needs Therapy, Invincible (Image Comics) Spoilers, Brotherly Love, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Found Family, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Major Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Protective Diana (Wonder Woman), Parental Diana (Wonder Woman), Good Parent Selina Kyle, Bisexual Selina Kyle, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Past Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul is Jason Todd's Parent, Good Person Ra's al Ghul, Jason Todd and Damian Wayne Meet in the League of Assassins, Canonical Character Death, Bad Parenting, Comic: Young Justice (1998-2003), Wally West is Kid Flash read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zPBxTJZ