#retro invincible x reader

[wordsofwhimsy]

─✧ 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂 𝒐𝒓 𝑹𝒐𝒕 ✧═

Pairing: Retro!Mark Grayson x fReader

Warnings: None

Tags: Slow burn

Word Count: 2,007

Synopsis: You were the glossed-up, diamond-dripping queen of his empire—the only thing he ever treated gently in a world he tore to shreds. But lately? You’ve been feeling more like an afterthought than royalty. So after two many fights, you finally do what no one else in the multiverse dares: You leave.

You don’t slam the door.

You don’t scream.

You just roll your tiny suitcase across the marble floor like it’s a runway and you’re doing a final walkout in six-inch heels and Chanel gloss. And he—he—is standing there in the doorway like the apocalypse showed up early.

“Where the hell are you going?”

You adjust your sunglasses. Indoors. “Out.”

His jaw clenches. That stupid perfect jaw, carved like it was meant to be clenched. The goggles are still on his face even though he’s home now, but you can feel his eyes boring into you like lasers through your mini skirt.

“Out,” he repeats, voice low. Dangerous. “You’re not serious.”

You scoop your Pomeranian into one arm, brush a fleck of lint off your jacket. “Baby, I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” he says, low and cold, like the threat isn’t in his words but buried under them. “What are you even mad about?”

You pivot halfway, just enough to flash him a smile so sweet it curdles.

“Oh, I don’t know—maybe the fact that I haven’t seen you in eight days? Maybe the part where I had to Google whether you were dead or dismembered because you’re too busy playing Mortal Kombat with alternate versions of yourself to answer a damn text?”

He flinches. Just barely. But you catch it. And it gives you just enough juice to keep going.

“Or maybe,” you hum, adjusting your grip on your suitcase handle, “it’s the fact that the only person who touches me lately is my nail tech.”

His jaw tightens so hard it pops.

You step into the elevator like it’s a throne room. Gaze straight ahead. Not giving him the dignity of one last look. Not until—

“Stop.”

His voice hits you like a gunshot.

You turn, slowly.

He’s halfway to you. Gloved hands clenched at his sides, goggles still hiding everything but the rage. That seething, helpless, desperate fury that only ever comes out when you remind him you’re not his possession.

“You leave,” he says through his teeth, “and I’ll find you. Doesn’t matter where you go. Doesn’t matter who you’re with. You think someone else can give you what I can?”

You shrug. Innocent. Airy. Theatrical.

“I mean… maybe not the private jet,” you say, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. “But, like, I don’t need that. I could be happy with something simple.”

He laughs. Short, bitter, and sharp. The goggles tilt as he shakes his head.

“Oh, sure. Something simple.” His tone is mocking at this point. “Like what? A two-bedroom condo in the suburbs? Sunday Target runs with some guy named Brad who drives a hybrid and calls you ‘babe’ while he loads organic groceries into the back of his Prius?”

Your smile widens. “Sounds kinda cute.”

His hands curl into fists.

You press on, basking in it now. “Maybe I’ll get a desk job. Something stable. Quiet. We’ll get a golden retriever. Host wine nights. I’ll get really into throw pillows.”

He steps forward. One slow, heavy footfall that makes the elevator creak.

“You. Wouldn’t. Last. A week.”

You giggle, like he’s complimented you. “You think I’m too high maintenance?”

“I think you’re full of shit,” he snaps. “You wake up in silk sheets. You don’t even own a microwave. You once cried because a hotel didn’t have truffle fries on the room service menu.”

“That was an emotionally vulnerable day,” you sniff, wounded. “And I missed lunch.”

He’s pacing now. Eyes blazing behind the goggles. Voice rising just enough to make the little dog in your arm tuck its ears.

“You don’t want ‘normal.’ You want worship. You want someone to carry your bags and buy you diamonds and treat you like a goddamn princess every minute of the day.”

You tilt your head, batting your lashes. “And yet here I am—unloved, underfucked, and walking out the door.”

The elevator shudders when he slams a hand against the wall.

You don’t flinch.

Because you know him. You built this man. And you’re the only thing in this universe he’d never lay a hand on—except to hold.

His voice is lower now. Hoarse.

“Tell me what you want.”

You meet his gaze, your own voice suddenly smaller. But not weak.

“Just you,” you whisper. “All of you. Not this half-assed, war-hungry ghost version that flies in and out like I’m some layover between battles.”

And that’s when you see it. The crack. Right behind the lenses. In his posture. In his chest. Like someone just took a crowbar to the armor and he didn’t even try to stop it.

His shoulders drop, just slightly. A breath punches out of him, and you can see it all now—the fear. The confusion. The twisted little knot of boyhood grief and grown man rage all tangled up behind those stupid silver goggles.

You’d feel bad for him, maybe. If it weren’t always you left holding the pieces.

“If you want me,” you say, soft but sure, “then act like it.”

You wait. He doesn’t move. So you nod. Just once. Like you’re sealing something off inside yourself.

Then you step back, gripping the handle of your suitcase before rolling it over the threshold of that elevator like it’s the closing shot of a music video.

“You’re not really going,” he says.

You pause. Turn just enough for him to see your beautiful lips curve upward—quiet, worn, and finally tired.

“I wasn’t really staying.”

The elevator doors begin to slide shut.

He lunges again—but it’s too late.

Too slow. It had to be intentional, didn’t?

The last thing you see is his silhouette.

Tall. Still. Lost.

The last thing he sees is you.

Gloss poppin’. Heels sharp. Gone.

—

TWO WEEKS LATER…

The walls are beige. The countertops? Granite. There’s a bowl of decorative lemons on the table and a man named Kevin humming while he washes wine glasses.

You’re in hell.

You sip from your oversized glass of “locally sourced” white wine and stare out the patio window of Kevin’s perfectly normal condo. It’s got a view of the community pool and a sad little grill he’s “meaning to use more often.” There’s an HOA newsletter on the fridge.

You’ve made a huge mistake.

Kevin walks up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist like he’s done it a million times (it’s been four days), and nuzzles into your hair.

“You know,” he murmurs, “I’ve been thinking... maybe we could hit that couples’ painting class I told you about. You said you like art, right?”

You smile. The kind that doesn’t reach your eyes.

“That sounds… sweet.”

Kill me, you think.

And outside? Just out of view? Hovering mid-air in a hoodie and not even a shirt?

Mark is watching. More wrecked than ever.

He’s been watching.

Every date.

Every dinner.

Every saccharine little handhold.

At first, he figured you'd come running back. Wait it out. Miss the lifestyle. Miss him.

But now?

You're wearing sundresses. Laughing at jokes. Acting like some housewife version of the woman he built a goddamn empire around.

It was driving him insane.

And tonight, you see him.

It’s subtle—a flicker of movement past the glass, a shadow too fast to be a bird. And you know. You feel it.

He’s here.

You straighten.

Fix your gloss.

And turn around like a woman with a mission.

“Kev, babe?”

He perks up immediately. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

You straddle his lap with the type of pointed purpose that would be obvious to anyone but him. Slow. Sultry. Ridiculous.

His eyes go wide.

“Thought you said you wanted art,” you purr, cupping his face. “Wanna paint a memory?”

Outside?

Mark’s already punched through the side of the building.

CRASH.

The drywall explodes in a burst of dust and splinters, sending Kevin yelping backwards so fast the recliner tips over. Your Pomeranian screams like a tea kettle from his little bed in the corner.

You stay exactly where you are—legs crossed on the couch, unbothered.

“Oh,” you say casually, blowing gently on your wine. “You found me.”

Mark steps through the wreckage like he owns it. Sweats flapping. Hair tousled. Chest bare and dusted with drywall. He doesn’t look at Kevin. Doesn’t even acknowledge him.

Just stares at you.

“You done playing house?” he says, low.

You raise your glass. “You gonna pick up the tab for the wall?”

He’s at your side in a blink. Not touching—but close enough that the air between you goes electric.

“You think this is funny?”

You sip. “A little.”

Kevin, somehow still alive, makes a sound like he’s trying to find his spine. “Hey—what the hell is your problem, man?! You can’t just—”

Mark turns his head once.

One slow, deliberate look.

Kevin’s mouth snaps shut so fast his teeth click.

“Go take a walk,” Mark says without even looking at him again. “Take your lemons with you.”

Kevin doesn’t argue.

The door shuts behind him a second later, and now it’s just the two of you. Well—three, counting the dog, who is absolutely trembling under a decorative throw pillow.

Mark doesn’t sit. Doesn’t pace. Just stands there like he might self-combust.

“You wanted me here,” he says. “Didn’t you?”

You set your wine down. Smooth your skirt. Meet his eyes. “I wanted you to care.”

“I’ve always cared.”

“Then show it.” Silence hangs for a moment, and you’re looking at him with an expectation to deliver.

He doesn’t disappoint,

“I tore a guy’s face off last week because he used your name like he knew you.”

You smirk. So pretty.

“...hot.”

Mark’s mouth twitches. Not quite a smile. More like a threat disguised as one.

“Come home,” he says.

You lean back, slow and deliberate. Cross your legs. Rest an arm on the couch behind you like this was just a casual discussion.

“And what happens if I don’t?”

He takes one step forward. Still not touching. But close enough for you to feel the warmth rolling off his skin.

“Then I stay,” he says. “I’ll sit right here. Watch every night you kiss him like you mean it. Watch every fake little laugh. I’ll rot this whole building if I have to.”

You stare at him, a quiet moment passing before you feel your  nostrils flare. You explode.

“NO!” Your hands fling up, all but levitating off the couch as you stomp your heel into the ground.

“NO, no, no, no, NO—what the actual hell, Mark?! That’s not what I wanted!”

His brows knit under the goggles. “You just said—”

“I KNOW WHAT I SAID,” you screech, jumping to your feet and pacing in tiny rage laps. “But you’re supposed to be, like… mister tough guy!!” You whirl around and jab a finger into his bare chest. “CLAIM ME, DAMN IT! I’m not your ex, your coworker, your emotional support idiot—I’m the love of your psychotic little LIFE and you’re over here acting like I’m furniture you’re emotionally attached to!!”

He opens his mouth, but you barrel on before he can get anything out. “I left so you’d get MAD! So you’d come tear the sky apart looking for me! So you’d crash through a window and kiss me like you own me! Not sit in my ugly little rental like a depressed raccoon with boundary issues!”

“I broke the wall—”

“THAT’S BASELINE BEHAVIOR FOR YOU.”

Mark just stares at you. Then, slowly… that deranged little smile starts to stretch. “You wanted me to drag you back by your hair,” he says, low.

You throw your hands up. “YES!! Preferably onto a private jet, but I would’ve settled for a rooftop!”

He takes one step forward.

You step back.

He steps again.

You back up right into the arm of the couch—and stop.

“You really want that?” he murmurs, tilting his head. “You want… the worst of it?”

You swallow. “…Yes.”

Then his hands are on you.

[stareiiez]

ngl, i think mark grayson or goggleless invincible are panty sniffers . mark just because he’s shy and can’t make a move so he does the best best thing , and goggleless invincible ? he just likes your scent , and would add it to part of his costume if he could .

[femmeftal]

⠀. ּ ֶָ֢⠀⠀⠀₍ ^⠀. .⠀^ ₎⠀⟆⠀ ۟ ❨ ᥍͟𝗍͟𝖺͟𝗋͟𝗌 𝗼𝗯ׂ𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 ❩

۪ ⋆ 𝓅𝒶̄𝗂𝗋𝗌 : mark!variants x reader

𝗁ℯ𝒶𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 : what each different mark variants are into, and why they are into it.

𝓌𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀s : p links, kink listing, 18+ content

 .’﹙ ℳ𝗈𝗁𝖺𝗐𝗄 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 ： 𝓅𝖽𝖺 ﹚

mark’s biggest turn on is PDA, the feeling of your soft delicate skin on his just flips a switch in him. mark’s lips are always on yours no matter what time it is or where you two are at, his favorite place that he kisses you is infront of him viltrum empire loving the feeling of eyes on him.

the same hands he had killed thousands with were wrapped around the curve of your throat do softly, applying enough pressure to make your eyes slightly blur. Mark did not want to lose a doll like you he claimed, being do possessive over his little nymph.

Bonus points if mark is able to convince his little blythe to match mohawks with him!! always pressing his forehead to yours and making out with you, his tongue wrapping around yours and sucking. The taste of him wasn’t foreign to you anymore the amount of times he kisses you, which is always..

but during sex is so much more..romantic, loves making you feel like the queen you are even sometimes setting up roses on your shared bed when he wants to have sex with you. his poundings are so ruthless and rough, always managing to pull screams out of your throat ( ♡︎ )

 .’﹙𝓈𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝓂𝖺𝗋𝗄 ： 𝒷𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 ﹚

you need to pray every time you start your cycle, and he knows exactly when too. so when he pops up randomly behind you groping your ass and tits while his bulge is pressed against the curve of your ass, you know EXACTLY what he is here for.

the sloppy wet sounds of your period blood and his saliva mixing together makes you cringe in embarrassment, he had you sprawled out in an abandoned hotel that he hadn’t destroyed just yet.

“fuck - keep these open. “ he was devouring your bleeding cunt like it was going to be his ever last meal, making sure no blood had slid down the cheeks of your ass. he was licking you raw at this point, and even if you tried to run from it he’d give you a harsh slap on your already sensitive pussy.

“ this pusshys mine to eat..mgh fwuck sho good “ mark had a habit of getting drunk off your pussy, always rambling on how if he ever caught you with someone else that person would be dead in a instant. mark always wasn’t a good sharer with his toys. ( ♡︎ )

 .’﹙𝓇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝒶𝗋𝗄 ： 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 ﹚

this mark is so bossy, always telling people about his empire, so its natural that he bosses you around too. just his orders are more.. explicit.

he loves it when you call him king or emperor it boosts his ego so much and he would probably reward you with allowing you to watch him stroke his hardened cock in front of your innocent naive face, his mewls and whimpers bring you to the edge all the time and even if you dare to turn your head away from the scene he is giving you.

he will punish you, slapping his member against you face and probably even smearing in against your facial cheeks. if you cry about how it hurts when he slaps you with his cock he’ll just do it harder next time, smirking at your pathetic cries.

he doesnt just ask for sex, no no no he demands it. he expects you yo be on your knees mouth wide open with your tongue hanging out when he wants his fat cock sucked, and if he wants to fuck you, he better see you in a wide mating press with your small fingers spreading your pussy for him.

retro mark is like those men on broadcasts who claim women have to only do 3 things, and your 3 things are to worship his cock, pleasure him, and give him your lovely attention and he probably has a collar and leash for you too when he is pounding you from the back. ( ♡ )

 .’﹙ℴ𝗆𝗇𝗂 𝓂𝖺𝗋𝗄 ：𝓈𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 ﹚

i can imagine that this mark is a little bit muscular than the others, always focusing and working out 24/7.

thats why when he is pressed against your body, making you stand on your tippie toes to kiss him, his mind goes extremely blank.

so blank to the fact that his cock is springing back to life, he sometimes wonder how’d you look in a chokehold while being fucked so good bye him.

mark has a big dick, everyone knows that but when he has his member hovering above your stomach to show you how deep he is gonna go your little face panicking just makes his dick jump and bounce against your stomach.

god you’re such a fucking vixen mark thinks, always distracting him when he works out and you just claim “ i wanna help you! “ but your tight yoga clothes say other wise. he wants to take you here and tower over your small frame bending your body into the desired position he’d like. and so he does, he can feel his tip trying to prod open your womb and force itself inside

your eyes were blown wide open, jaw slacked and drool smothered all over your chest and jaw. he loved you like this, destroyed and ruined from other men but him, the way your pussy could only accommodate to him after this would leave you shocked. ( ♡︎ )

[tokoyamisstuff]

Hear me out…

Variants finding out that reader who is their S.O in their universe is dating somebody else in this one

All the possible reactions from them ESPECIALLY if the seeing reader again was their main motivation for coming to this dimension in the first place

(Pretty please can you include No goggles Mark and the variant that got blown up with Rex,,,,he had such an evil yet sweet and soft voice it still scratches my head so good)

Warnings: every red flag imagineable, forced relationship, abduction, manipulation, canon-typical violence + death, not proofread

He's calm. Too calm. Because he knows exactly how to resolve this.

You'd surely hate him if he was to kill your mate - which wouldn't be a hindrance, but still bothersome - so instead he resorts to more sophisticated measurements.

Got your partner dangling helplessly in the air while making it crystal clear that if he was to ever approach you again, the consequences would be worse than death.

Of course he'd be there to comfort you immediately after you get broken up with 'out of the blue'. You'll never know.

Surprisingly, I think he'd be the most chill about it. After all, he knows best what it's like to try and fill the void with meaningless partners.

But anyways, it's time you stop this bullshit, because your real soulmate is here now. He wouldn't even feel threatened by this nobody, confident that you'll eventually see just how much better he is in every way.

However, he is not a patient man. If you take too long to accept your fate, he might have to become a little more aggressive in his attempts.

Oh, so you want to make him jealous? Cute. Challenge accepted.

But don't be fooled by his confident facade, on the inside he is seething with rage and heartbreak. There's no way to calm him down, couldn't care less and didn't ask for your opinion, feelings, or whatever excuse you'd come up with to soothe his hurt pride.

He'd keep your 'pathetic attempt at replacing him' around, torturing him for his own amusement, and also as means of punishment because you 'cheated' on him. To 'mark his territory', he will constantly force your partner to watch the things he does to you.

In between his cruel way of venting his anger, he'll have brief moments of weakness, revealing just how desparate he is for your affection.

Won't harm your partner if you comply and come with him. They're insignificant either way.

He's pretty chill about the whole situation, certain that given time you'll surrender to your new circumstances. Treats you strict yet caring - as far as he is able to be - and gives you clear instructions of how to act around him.

Other than that, you'll be granted a rather peaceful life with as much freedom as he is possible to give to make you adapt easier. Asks you to never mention your ex in any way, though. Sore topic.

As far as he's concerned, your life before his arrival never existed.

This whole situation is weirdly amusing to him. He'll have a fit of laughter seeing you with this fucking loser, slapping his ankle and acting all silly, while degrading them and also you for choosing someone like this.

Will challenge your partner to a 'duel to win your favor' just for the fun of it. Might even let them land a hit or two, just to toy with them. We all know how this ends, but hey, it got the point across pretty well.

Afterwards he'll act all cheerful and whimsy, twirling you around and expecting you to be thrilled that he's here and got rid of this 'disgrace' for you.

Would be very underatanding. You are not to blame, after all. It's just that your kind is so weirdly obsessed with the concept of love, that you'd rather stay with the wrong companion than be all alone.

But now he has arrived, and by Viltrumite logic you should practically launch yourself onto the superior choice.

Acts as callous and neutral as always, claiming that this union is strictly strategical, but in reality it's eating him alive that he keeps failing to recreate a bond similar to the one you had with your partner.

At some point he pours out his heart, despite having a hard time to verbalize those feelings he was never taught. It's a beginning, though.

Amused, at least initially. But his mood is pretty erratic in general and can switch drastically.

Depending on your reaction, he might either adapt to the situation pretty easily or do something he regrets later. It's a thin line honestly, and there's no right or wrong action.

Most likely he's a petty bastard and will disregard your partner completely. Flirts with you constantly like a damn bully that tries to steal someone's girl in the most disrespectful way possible. And given his power he just knows neither of you have the guts to resist his antics. If you do play hard to get however, it only spurrs him further!

He can work with whatever you decide on doing.

This is his breaking point.

As soon as the reality of the situation sets in, he'll have a complete mental breakdown. You're finally in reach and yet so far away, with someone better that can provide a normal life for you.

Without any hope to hold onto, he'll start destroying everything in his path in a nihilistic fenzy. Without you, nothing matters anymore - it's better to end it all and take everyone with him.

You'll sacrifice yourself by making the heroic offer to stay at his side if he spares your world - and really, he'd rather have you like this than not at all.

Abducts you right then and there, no questions asked.

This man is so lost in his delusions that he seamlessly continues where he left off with his world's version of you. He refuses to acknowledge that you're a completely different person and gets unstable if you act any different than he expects you to.

The most horrifying thing is that he's a talented manipulator without even trying to be. Gaslights you into obedience by claiming it's the only way to keep you safe, and his gentle way of tending to you in huge contrast to his true nature. Over time he's able to actually make you care for him in a twisted way.

His intentions might be pure, his methods on the other hand are anything but that.

But hey, he never seeked out to be absolved anyways. All he wanted was to have you back.

Be prepared to hear all insuslts in the book being hurled at you.

Kills your partner out of a whim, but regrets his approach later on since he should have made them suffer way more. You can be glad he has a soft spot for you in his heart, otherwise would've died right then and there together.

Better make up to him after your 'mistake' by every means necessary. Get on your knees and beg for his forgiveness - even though you have no idea who he is or what he is talking about.

But hey, luckily he just can't be mad at you for too long.

Bonus: Retro Invincible

"I'm not mad, just disappointed" he states flatly with that smooth, balmy voice of his. He is definetly mad. Run.

Takes his sweet time ending the life of the person that dared defiling you with their unworthy touch, making you watch the entire thing so you'll 'learn your lesson'. And don't you dare to scream or even cry for them, or he'll unleash pain a thousand times worse.

Becomes awfully possessive afterwards. Even while holding you in captivity he'd still find reasons to lash out randomly at people he deems suspicious. You are always under his scrutiny, and the fact that you'll never truly be his is slowly driving him insane.

What a cruel turn of fate for both of you, eh?

[sw33t-as-h3ll]

One foursome I'd have: Omni Mark, Viltrum Mark, and Sinister Mark.

Another foursome I'd have: Target Mark, Retro Mark, No Goggles Mark.

[xmensmmrs]

Misery is season 3 episode 7 of invincible but at least it gave us more fanfic! You're heroes to me, Variant Marks

[deluluismyresolulu]

[fruitsywriting]

Invincible Variants x Civilian!Reader (Pt.1)

I would love to write for ALL the variants but there’s quite a bit of them where we were unable to figure out their personalities because they were just in the background so I am going to be writing for the ones who actually talked. The reader can be seens as gender neutral, male, or fem. Each variant will have their own warning.

Characters: Sinister, Mohawk, Viltrum, Shiesty, Omni, Full Mask, Maskless, Cowl/Cap, Target/Empire, Prisoner, Lensless, Prime/Mainstream, Retro

Characters in this part: Viltrum and Sinister

It was supposed to be any other normal day. As normal as it can get when you live in a world with heroes and villains, and live in a city. Often, cities are targeted for attacks, that’s why you find yourself living on the outskirts of the city. Close to being out of the targeted zone, but not fully out. You grab your laundry as you put in airpods to listen to some RnB music. You hum along, occasionally swaying your body to the melody, while you put your clothes into the washer. You completely tuned out the world, that is- until you were forced to look reality in the eye.

There’s a slight shake to the apartment building, it has you wondering if it’s an attack or if it’s an Earthquake. You had no time to think over which one is worse when you hear a faint screech. You take out the airpods and realize that the evacuation alarms are ringing in the apartment building. You grab your phone, and a pre-prepared bag full of valued items and you don’t look back as you rush out my front door. Finding yourself in the midst of a frantic crowd running as well, as the alarm loudly yells and flashes to warn you: you need to evacuate.

When you all get to the staircase, the building shakes again. Legs go weak and a few fall down the stairs. The windows shatter as glass flies over the others heads. You can hear a little girl crying, and your heart wants to immediately check to see if she’s okay. However, your brain takes over- telling you she’s with her family and she will be okay. You stumble down the steps, avoiding running over the bodies in the stairwell as you run outside. Instantly, you knew it was a bad idea. Debris is filling your vision- You can’t see where to run. You can hear screaming to your left and you can hear what sounds like a snapping noise to your right. You can’t even turn around to go back into the building. Maybe living alone was a bad idea, right now all you want is your family.

Viltrum Mark:

The debris slowly filters into the air, the cloud is pungent as it clings on to anyone who runs out of the disaster- painting them in grey and white. It sticks to them, making them easy to target. However, that is not necessary. He came here and did what he promised to do. He caused destruction, and he watches as the building groans. It’s about to go down anyways, there’s no point in taking extra lives.

The groaning gets louder and it halts for only a minute before the sound becomes almost deafening as the building collapses on itself- sending a new toxic and deadly wave of debris. Another major city is destroyed, his work here is done. He debates on whether he should leave to destroy another or wait for the heroes to arrive so he can rip them apart- to show them that it’s useless. This is going to be their future anyways when Viltrum shows up to conquer them, he’s just giving them a small sample of what’s to come.

He allows his body to glide backwards, to fully view the damage he has done when he notices something in the corner of his eye. A hero coming to help perhaps?

He launches his body full force to the speck that was moving and lands before them, causing a smaller wave of gravel and debris to kick up. He looks down and he’s almost disappointed. This isn’t a hero, it’s just a civilian that managed to survive.

-

You cough harshly, causing the rawness of it to spread quickly up your throat as small pebbles and debris launch directly in your face. You can barely see through your eyelashes caked in the concrete’s powder. It’s no use to even try and wipe your face, and you continue to blink violently as you look up to see what crash landed in front of you.

Your stomach drops farther than it has in a long time. When you can see an outline of a male in front of you, and by what you can make out- his stance doesn’t scream that he is here to help you. In fact, by the way his body is tense and looking down on you- you can assume that he caused this attack. And so, this is how you die, at least that’s what you told yourself.

“You survived.” He said it in a tone of voice that sounded like a mix of annoyance and being impressed.

“For now,” You rasp out before you cough again. You can’t even make out his face, as the sun glares down from behind him and the fog over your eyes.

“If your body is able to move, I suggest doing so now- your lungs will collapse if you stay here any longer.”

You wanted to bark out something like ‘oh, thanks for the tip, I’ll get up right now!’ but your body and throat were burning. You could only wheeze in response to him.

He harshly grabs onto your arm and yanks you out of the dust and broken concrete, causing you to scream out in pain from just how rough his touch was. He falters for a moment, perhaps he forgot how weak humans are. He gently but firmly swipes his hand over your face, brushing out the debris so you could see better, and so he could make out your features. When you blink away the particles invading your vision, you realize how handsome he is. His plump lips, his thick arched eyebrows, his surprisingly soft eyes.

“Oh. You look different when you’re not caked in debris”

“Uh, thanks?”

He pulls away and begins to hover off the ground, slowly backing up. “Consider this a good deed, don’t go to the major hospital in this city. It will be targeted next and stuffed to the brim with survivors. And leave the city. If you make it, perhaps we will see each other again.”

Was that a threat, or a promise?

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It was a promise. You had gotten basic treatment at a smaller medical facility before waves of patients were sent there- bombarding the overworked staff. You walked, not knowing where to go now. Shelters were full, your home was gone within the blink of an eye, who knows if your family is alive. Factors on what to do run over your mind over and over again until you see a figure hovering over you, in the moonlit sky.

“You survived. Impressive”

All you could do was stare. You couldn’t yell profanities at him, you valued your life too much but you couldn’t exactly thank him. He did little to actually help you. However, he was expecting a thank you. He lowered himself down to the ground, his movements graceful and elegant.

“A thank you would go a long way.”

“... thank you.”

He takes meticulous strides forward. “I am not here to hurt you.”

“Then why are you here?”

He thinks it over.

“Perhaps I feel responsible-”

You cut him off, without thinking, “Oh really?”

His mouth moves into a thin line, “Don’t make me regret this.”

“Regret what?”

He slowly presses your body next to yours, and you have no time to react. You squeeze your eyes shut, assuming he was going to hit you but no. Soft lips press against yours, and it feels so good. Perhaps you are just seeking comfort, you just want to have a shoulder to lean on after the events of today.

Whatever it truly is, you let yourself kiss him back. It’s sloppy, uncoordinated, and frankly- it’s quite feral. His kisses are rough like he’s never kissed someone before, but it’s raw and desperate. If you are his first kiss, it worries you slightly. What did he see in you that it was enough to kiss you?

You find yourself trying to find a happy medium with his kisses, he at first was just trying to show his dominance in the kiss, but slowly lets you take the lead when he realizes you’re finding a nice pace. Your hands reach behind him, and you give his butt a light squeeze. He pulls away and gasps, looking at you like you’ve offended him- but he doesn’t seem opposed to the move. In fact, he hasn’t moved your hand from his rear.

“You’re quite bold.”

“It’s kept me alive so far.”

He hums in response before slowly letting his body move upwards away from your arms.

“You have been proven to be enticing enough, strong enough to survive day 1, and you're bold enough to cooperate with my kiss. I see you as a worthy mate, and after this is over- I will be taking you to Viltrum.” And just like that, he’s gone. Wait, what the fuck did he just say??

Sinister:

Warning: Graphic depictions of violence

He isn’t interested in civilians at all, unless they get in his way. This destruction is to lure out big heroes, what he deems as worthy opponents. He tunes out the screams from civilians, like they’re just annoying ringing noises of tinnitus. Or perhaps a mosquito making a high pitched hum that isn’t an actual threat. Just annoying.

He lands on the ground when he sees heroes and first responders approaching. Perfect, maybe one of the heroes in this world are more competent than the ones in his world. He steps over the pile of rubble when he hears a wet crunch and a loud strangled scream. underneath he sees a body of a person, and by they wrenching sound they made- they’re still alive and he just broke their leg. Their face contorts in pain as he steps off the large piece of concrete and stands right next to them, slowly tilting his head.

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You were hoping the worst of it was over. You wouldn’t be discovered by any of the variants- and rescue would eventually find you. But apparently you have a big target on your back of sorts, or maybe a family curse. For him, a variant of Invincible here to fuck up your city, to find you was a garunteed death sentence. You can’t even find the energy to turn your body halfway to see how bad your leg must be mangled now. If you’re lucky, you’ll be able to walk again.

“Tsk, tsk. You were in my way.” He hums, like he’s annoyed by your very existence. Honestly, how dare you be in his way, he had important shit to do.

You don’t want to look at him, but you get yourself to. His suit is reminiscent of a bee- no, a wasp. One that can sting multiple times, with a rigid body. You can hear heroes in the distance, but you know it’s no use. Invincible is obviously strong, and this variant is very cocky- and probably has the prowess to back it up.

You try to blink the dust and debris away as he continues to stare at you, not bothering to look behind him as the voices grow near. His gaze is calm, but in a bad way, in a sinister way. You blink, then there’s blood clouding your vision. It sprayed all over your face, it’s warm and drips slowly down your face before you can even process.

A hero tried to attack but within an instant, Invincible ended him. You try to suppress the urge to gag and vomit. You have to close your eyes to avoid the gore in front of you. Invincible quickly kneels before you and gets close to your face- a feeling of him just hovering. Studying.

“What are you willing to sacrifice in order to live? And how much pain are you willing to endure?”

The question caught you off guard. Excuse me? You can barely think as your brain swims with a fog- the concussion was making your head pound and the pain in your leg was distracting to say the least. You try to open your mouth a few times but no words form and spill out.

He doesn’t seem pleased. He grabs you roughly by the ear.

“Hey, dipshit, answer me now.”

“I- I don’t know!” You plead, hoping that maybe there is something in there to appease his humanity- even if it is wishful thinking. Faith is all that can keep you going at this point- or maybe it’s like wishing on a dim, pointless star.

“Not good enough. How about this,” he says steadily, adjusting his squatted position to get more comfortable- not letting go of your ear.

“Are you willing to sacrifice your leg?”

You pitifully squeak out, “yes…”

He smiles, pleased with this answer. Is this a game?

“What about… hm, let’s see…” An idea pops up, “what about the living civilians within a mile radius”

This question catches you off guard, your life doesn’t mean more than everyone around you. But, is it selfish that your life is more meaningful to you? That deep down, maybe you’re scared of what lies for you beyond death. This torment seems to please him enough to not get mad. He doesn’t rush you, he’s just waiting.

“I… I think on a grand scale… my life is not that meaningful. But… to me…”

He listens to your hoarse but hushed voice murmur out this answer, and he grins like a maniac.

“So you’re selfish?”

“I-… maybe”

“Good.”

You look up, confused. “Huh?”

“How else do you think I got here? It’s by being selfish, YOU always come first in your mind.” His words make you realize how much of a piece of shit you sound like. But, apparently you amuse him enough for him to spare you. To let you live for another day, come hell or high water. He lifts the rubble off your leg and tosses it aside like it’s nothing- not caring if it hits someone. He hums and grabs you by your mangled leg.

A screech shreds through your throat as he begins to hover himself off the ground, higher and higher. You jerk your body upwards to at least catch a glimpse. Your leg is so broken, mangled even, that it looks like it could rip apart like a wet paper towel.

“Say, is this pain unbearable? Or do you think you can endure it for another 20 minutes if it means you get to live?”

You cry, wrenching out raw and wet sobs. You plead, “please, don’t.”

“Don’t what? Kill you? It’s either I drop you from here- letting you squish below, or I carry you like this to a safe spot. Might take a while though”

You scream and cry out, hoping that some miracle would come and help you from this mess. But nothing does- so you have to choose.

“I want to live! Pl-please.” A wet strangled noise comes from the bottom of your throat when he raises you higher to throw you over his shoulder. The pain doesn’t stop, your leg is still mangled, but at least the blood stopped rushing to your head and he isn’t gripping your leg anymore. He rubs your back roughly, the weird gesture making it obvious he has never comforted someone before. He kisses your earlobe he assaulted earlier and says in a smooth and cruel voice.

“I’ll take good care of you. We’re similar after all..”

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Born in the Wrong Era| Wally Clark x Alive!Gender Neutral! Reader

hey everyone! I was playing around with this idea of Wally and an Alive reader and this came out. This will be a multi-part fic and I hope you guys enjoy it!

chapter warnings: use of Y/N, grief, a bit angsty

word count: 1.1k

edit: I added a couple of sentences at the end because it felt muddy before. i hope y’all enjoy it!

sunday

You stare at the beige house you’ve gone to ever since you were five years old. This is your home away from home, your go-to hiding spot. Unfortunately, once a year the typically warm space turns cold. Homecoming is a little less than two weeks away and while school is a buzz; the Clark household comes to a stop. You let out a big sigh and walk up the steps to the chestnut barrier between you and your –albeit unofficial— second grandmother. Your grandmother, Ceceil and Bea were best friends since forever and Bea was always around you growing up. She was always sweet to you. Helping you with homework, going to the farmers market, and of course, taking you to the homecoming game with her ever since you could walk. 

What you didn’t realize until you were older is her shutdown before the homecoming game. The lights aren’t on, and the blinds are just barely cracked. She doesn’t come over for dinner and she wallows in his letterman jacket. No one blames her either. Who could? She lost her son while he played their favorite game. Regardless, someone has to ease her into homecoming week and that used to be your grandma’s job but she passed away 3 summers ago and you willingly took on the responsibility. 

That’s why you’re here today. Easing the bee back to the hive. You finally knock on the door and you hear a faint “Come in.” You let yourself in and you find Bea on the couch watching Invincible. You sigh as you hang your coat on the rack and join her on the couch. She’s the first to break the silence. 

“You know Wally would have really loved this movie.”

You smile sadly. “It seems like it. He was a big fan of football.”

Bea nods. “We both were.” She laughs. 

“You know I always say that Wally could have had a story like Vince. The former high school star, finally making it big.” 

You laugh with her. When you turn your head to her, you  see the tears in her eyes. 

She falls onto you and just sobs. You run your hand in circles on her back while she cries. She continues like this for a couple of minutes. When she lifts herself off your shoulder, you make your way to the kitchen to get her some water.  You have to wash a cup because most, if not all the dishes are in the sink. On your way back to the couch, you see something slightly puffy with hints of blue and white, in a box in the laundry room. 

“Here you go Bea.” 

She takes the glass from you, grateful. “Thank you Y/N.”

You wait a moment before prodding about the mystery box. 

“Do you mind me asking what’s in the box, in the laundry room Bea?”

“It’s some of Wally’s old stuff.”

You go wide-eyed. 

She laughs again. “I know. Big step. It’s time. The kids today could probably benefit from a couple of retro items. In fact, can you grab the box?”

You do as she asks. As you walk it out your suspicions were confirmed, she was getting rid of his jacket. 

“Y/N you’re the best bonus kid I could ask for. I want you to have a couple of things.”

You tear up. “Bea I couldn’t.”

She places a hand atop of yours. “I want you to. I feel like he would too.”

You look down at the box, his letterman calling out to you. You pick it up and examine it. For being over 40 years old, the jacket is  in impeccable condition. You take a closer look at the sleeves and they look a little small for your arms. You put it back down. Bea frowns.

“What’s wrong.” “The sleeves. They’re too small for my arms.”

Bea picks up the jacket. “I know a seamstress who might be able to make the sleeves bigger. I just need your sleeve cuff and wrist measurements.”

“Bea, I don’t want to be a bother.”

She swats the air after she folds the jacket and places it off to the side. “You could never. Plus this is yours now, it should fit. Now, be dear and grab my tape measurer. It’s in the drawer of the table in the hall.”

You smile softly as you retrieve the item Bea requested. It doesn’t take long and you both decide to pack up for the night. 

“Thank you for coming by Y/N. Seeing you always makes me feel better.”

You smile back at Bea as you tuck her into bed. “I feel the same about you Bea. Now you get some sleep and I’ll see you Tuesday.”

“Wait. Make sure you take something else from the box. I feel bad that the jacket didn’t fit.”

You didn’t want to battle her about taking her kindness for granted; so you said “Sure. Please get some rest  and I’ll see you in a couple of days.” She nods and turns on her side to face the window, finally settling. You make your way down the small flight of stairs and debate doing the dishes or not. You look at the newly risen moon and decide to sneak over tomorrow and do it. As you make your way out the door you notice there’s something in one of the jacket pockets. You walk over and take out a walkman. Excitement washes over you as you open it and there’s an old mixtape of his in it. 

“No… it couldn’t.”

You flip the tape over and put on the Panasonic headphones as you press play on the walkman, and “Paint it, Black” by The Rolling Stones floods your ears. 

This is gonna be fun.

-monday-

You cannot wait to get out of this hell-hole. Granted it could be so much worse and you could actually be noticed by people and be teased for your obsession with the 80s and musical theater. Its more fun to be alone anyway. Especially during lunch. I go out to the football field as that’s the only time it’s free of… well anyone. You take your normal spot on the center bleachers “One Way or Another” flowing between your ears when some weirdo starts tossing a football around, impeding on your lunch. He’s pretty far away so you can’t see his face that well but he kind of reminds you of a young David Schwimmer?

“Hey David Schwimmer! What are you doing?”

He looks around before pointing at himself. “Me?”

You roll your eyes. “Yes you, there's no one else here!”

You watch as he makes his way closer to you and you decide that your privacy isn’t worth being yelled at some jock. 

“Look man, I’m used to having the field to myself but I’ll go. No need to come over.”

You pack up your stuff and as you walk towards the gate separating the bleachers from the rest of the school.

“Wait!” The jock calls out. You debate whether you should stop or not. You wish that you had kept walking. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the face the heavy breathing was coming from.

“Wally?”

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Paw prints on the Agent's heart🐾part 4:

Alex Danvers x reader🔫🐾

Sorry for the slow progress of the story guys.

Tag list:

@retro-aesthe @blackluthxr @samustar @aznblossom @ibe-anne @lezzzbehonesthere

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"Not so tough now aye Princessa?" You chuckeld into her ear, not failing to notice her breath hitch and heart beat picking up a pace.

"Midnight. We meet again." Came her reply, trying to keep still in your hold.

"Mhm, what a pleasurable coincident." You purred. You'll admit that you did find her very attractive, and the way she seem to shiver when your lips ghosted ever so slightly against her ear and they way your breath fanned against the back of her neck had her hair raising had you smirking devilishly.

"Enjoying yourself Princessa?" You cooed.

"In your dreams, bad wolf." Alex breated out, hands now firm on the arm around her neck.

Kara stepped closer this time, keeping a tentantive eye on you.

"(Y/N), you can let her go now. She means no harm." Kara assured. "And you can come with us now."

"Meh, where's the fun in letting her go. She doesn't seem to mind it either." You chuckled at them.

Kara looked to Alex and with that distrataction you whispered an inaudible thing in her ear and shoved her towards Kara.

Kara let's out a spueek but easily caught her sister, helping her to stand upright.

"Well playtime was fun but I'm afraid I must go, see ya later querida." You winked at Alex before turning into wolf form and running off into the shadows of the night.

They both stood dumbfounded and baffled, trying to process what have just happened.

"What just happened?" Kara managed to get out, looking at her sister.

Alex stood wide-eyed, before calming down.

"Just...woah. I don't even know." Alex breated out.

Kara suddenly amusedly smirk at her sister.

"Oh, you like her." Kara laughed heartily at her sisters perplexed expression.

"I....do not!" Alex yelped, trying to hide the blush rising towards her cheecks.

Kara laughed even harder at this. "You so do have a crush."

Alex playfully shoved her. "Shut up blondie."

"What did she whisper in your ear?" Kara asked, a smug look on her face.

"N-nothing." Alex blushed, glaring at Kara.

"Oh Rao, am I hearing wedding bells?" Kara bursted out laughing.

Alex glared even harder at her. "Shut up!" And this time punshed her shoulder lightly.

"And how do you know her real name?" Alex questioned Kara.

"Well, turns out she's my childhood friend from Krypton. That's why she looked familiar." Kara explained, standing infront of her sister.

Alex smiled at her sister. "Woah, that's nice. You aren't so alone anymore."

Kara smiled back. "Yeah, I'm glad she survived. I was heartbroken when I thought she have died with Kryptons destruction."

"Are all Kryptonians so foward and flirty." Alex smirked.

This time it was Kara's turn to blush. "Ehehe, not everyone, just males and Alpha females."

"Ha, knew you were a bottom." Alex laughed, causing Kara to elbow her playfully.

"So that means she's an Alpha wolf?" Alex suddenly asked.

"Yep, she is. Born pure Alpha. Why you asking? You wanna be her bottom Omega. Or are you a top." Kara wiggled her eyebrows, giving her a cheecky smile when her blush returned full on.

"You Kryptonians or so unbelievable." Alex grumbles, arms folded.

"And just so you know, Krytonians eat alot so make enough food for us all."

"KARA!" Alex yelled. "She haven't even joined and you talk like this."

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Alex, Kara and J'onn were in the main computer room at the DEO facility, talking about the wolf they now know as (Y/N).

"I still believe that she'd join us if we keep on trying. We can't give up now." Kara said, determination in her voice.

"I agree with Kara." Alex smiled at her sister.

J'onn nodded. "I know. She've been through a lot and it might take her time to fully trust us. But we have to prove to her that we aren't like CADMUS." He explained.

Just when he went to talk more Winn came running from his desk frantically, almost bouncing with excitement.

"Please tell me good news Winn." J'onn looked at Winn, waiting to hear what he have to say.

"Sir, I've find a way we can know who've helped (Y/N) escape. But the file is located at one of their hideouts." Winn explained.

J'onn narrowed his eyes, rubbing at his chin in thought. "Well just give me the location then and I'll work out a plan."

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"Agent Danvers. I have a new mission for you if you are up for it." J'onn fell into step next to Alex that is busy talking.

Both Alex and Kara's attention snapped towards him, greeting him.

"A new mission? What is it Sir?" Alex asked eagerly, just wanting to do something fun other than be stuck listening to Winn's weird theories he seem to have lately.

He held a piece of paper out towards Alex. "I want you to go search this location. One of CADMUS hideouts. Apparently it holds the information of the wolf we need. We can learn who helped her escape, her abilities, strength, weakness etc. But this is a stealth mission, just sneak in and get the info then get out."

"Hell yeah, I'm up for this mission." Alex accepted eagerly.

J'onn give her a small smile. "But just be careful Alex. You are our best agent. We can't afford to loose you. I would've send someone else out but I only trust you with this."

Alex nodded at him, giving him an assuring smile. "I'll try my best Sir."

J'onn gave her a pat on the shoulder. "Suit up and get ready to leave. We need that info as soon. I'm going to have a freak fit if we have to clear up onther mess CADMUS made." With that he left the room.

"I would have loved to go and help you out but Miss Grant will have my head if I do plan her famous Gala tonight then I also have to attend said gala." Kara grumbels.

"You go do that sis, it's only a sneak in mission and get the info then get out. I can handle that." Alex assured her, nudging Kara's side.

Kara smiled softly at her sister, pulling her into a hug before flying off in a hury.

Alex immediately went to get ready, already dressed in her DEO outfit, hostering two pistols at either side of her just in case something goes wrong with the mission and she might have to defend herself.

"Let's hope this is worth a shot." Alex said to herself once outside the building, getting onto her bike.

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"Oh, how orginal." Alex muttered under her breath when arriving at the location, seeying it's an abandoned warehouse.

Taking a quick scan over the place, Alex could see a few guards guarding around the eerie warehouse, unsetilling drilling sounds filling the slightly windy dark air along with the sounds of hammers on metal as a few guards make small talk off in the distance.

"Sir, I don't think this is just a regular abandoned warehouse." Alex said through her ear piece to J'onn, the few hair on her arm raising.

"Agent Danvers, what do you mean? Winn said it wasn't a big deal." J'onn ask in concern and confusion.

"This place is dark and eerily creepy but it seems like an active place, they are certaintly doing something very bad here." Alex explained softly.

"That sounds?" J'onn asked knowingly after catching the faint sound, imagining just how much harder it must sound in person. "I wonder what secret dark stuff they are up to this time. I'll have Winn make more scans over the place."

"Yeah, he clearly must have missed something when he scanned the place." Alex agreed, making sure to stay hidden and keeping an eye out for any guards that might be guarding near.

"Agent Danvers, you can come back to the DEO. Leave that place."

"No Sir. We are so close to getting the information. I can't just throw that away just because of an creepy warehouse." Alex firmly said despite the fear that slowly grips her heart.

J'onn let's out a heavy sigh, knowing it's useless to try and argue with the stuborn agent.

"Alex...just please be careful." J'onn said worriedly making Alex sinceriley smile to herself.

"Will do."

"Come back to us alive and in one piece Agent Danvers." J'onn chuckled out, greately worried about her.

"I'll try my absolute best Sir." Alex assured."I must get going."

"Be safe. If anything goes south don't hesitate to alert me or your sister. Don't try to take on too many danger yourself. You aren't invincible like Kara or me." J'onn said in a stern voice.

"Yes Sir. I know but just know I'll try my best." With that she disconnected the earpiece.

Alex quickly but silently found a way to sneak down from the low cliff she was on, hiding behind what appears to be broken weapon that's mounted in a wall, peeking around the corner and scanning for guards, spotting one near.

Alex let out a soft huff, looking at the dirty ground, spotting a medium sized rock, bending down to quickly grab it and pressing herself back against the wall.

"This better work." Alex said softly under her breath, clutching the rock tightly before she threw it against an empty tank with a hole in a good few feet at the guards left, creating a clank sound, immediately gaining the guard near hers attention.

Alex held in her breath as the guard slowly walked in the direction where the sound came from, gun pointed and ready to shoot, one hand going to active his ear piece but he didn't get far before Alex sneaked up behind him, hitting him behind the head to knock him out, letting out the breath she was holding in as the guard lay passed out.

She dragged him behind the wall she first used, making sure he wouldn't be spotted before she dashed to the side of the warehouse, hiding behind everything she could, keeping an eye out for more guards but spotted none, figuring that most have went to talk with the other two guards that were talking and joking loudly.

Alex noticed rusted faint blue stairs at the side of the warehouse that led to an second floor entrance.

"And there's my way in." Alex said to herself softly, palm pressed against the cold metal container she's hiding behind as she did another quick scan of her surroundings before she made a fast paced run for the stairs, hands gripping the cold metal railings as she softly made her way up them, the hairs on her neck raising as the sounds grow even louder now accompanied by an eerie faint shimmering swooch sound that grows louder with each step.

Alex lifted her hand to the rusty knob, pushing it open when realizing it isn't locked, making sure there aren't any guards nearby before entering.

"Some security they are." Alex said sarcasticaly.

She kept hidden in the dark corners, trying to focus on the task at hand instead of the awful steely stence of blood that fills the air, even noticing said dried blood along the rusty floor, making her even more on edge.

Upon walking past a huge crate she could see various alien weapons, a few barrels with a glimmering green substance in, cages with dead alien people in that makes her pull a distsgusted face, briefly closing her brown eyes in sympathy for the aliens before moving to look over the railing that goes down to the first floor, spotting more weapons, guards, diffrent substance in racks of vails and more cages filled with aliens with some tied down to chairs while the scientist were performing diffrent opperations on them, dread filling her heart and rage at the people for doing such things.

Alex spotted a blue cube office near the corner on the other side of the stairs.

"Bingo." Alex said to herself, having a good guess that the information she came for must be in there.

When she went to take a step down the stairs she was suddenly knocked down the few stairs by a force from behind, landing on the rusty cold hard floor with a loud yelp.

"Well, well. What have we here? A lost DEO girl scout." A male said in a manic voice as he stepped down the stairs making Alex flinced at every clank the man's dirty boots made against the metal stairs.

Alex pused her palms against the floor, trying to get up but another man came from behind, kicking her back down with his foot, keeping it pressed down on her back hard as the barrel of the the other guard's gun pressed against her forehead, growling lowly when the guard behind her yank her head up with her hair, forcing her to look up at the one that have pushed her down the stairs, a sinister scowl/smirk present as he kept his gun against her temple.

"Time for some fun." The other one snickered, grip tightening on her hair.

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Whoop another cliffhanger for ya'll lovies. Sorry for the long wait, it took me a damn long time to get insperation to finish the chapter, hope you guys enjoy it.

[wordsofwhimsy]

Retro and y/n dynamic is amazing, she's so spoiled but doesn't let Retro push her around. She can stand her ground against him and the little twist where she wants him to be rough with her 🥴 i feel bad for the dog due. Having the witness these drama

yeesss i thought they were so perfect together. he needs someone to match his brutal energy y'know?? i didn't elaborate on it in the series but i had this headcanon that they were together before he got his powers, and back then they were both more fun loving and sweet. but power DEFINITELY corrupted them both LMAOO

he started taking her places that she never dreamed she'd be able to visit, eating foods that would normally cost hundreds of dollars, bringing her clothes from top luxury designers. he created a monster really 😮‍💨

reader gets so lost in the luxurious sauce that she honestly couldn't care less when he starts down his path of conquering and bloodlust. as long as he keeps treating her like the queen she is😘

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"i don't get what's the harm in going out with me, other than popping your head off your neck and then killing the other's if you say no. because lets be honest, i'm being really nice here giving you this chance." retro-invincible/ goggle invincible states rather calmly.

his hand is wrapped around your throat, a lens of his is broken, and the exposed pupil shows a sheer bored look. he's staring at your chest like he has x-ray vision and he can actively see how fast your heart is beating.

" you see I DIDN'T--" his hand around your throat tightens. " get to have some relationship with you in my world. rex took you from me, and he got you killed because he wasn't good enough to protect you."

he sighs, head casting over your shoulder to stare in the direction of a bleeding out rexsplode, shielding the battered body of Monster Girl behind him. smoke and ash flutter around like twisted snowflakes.

" and he didn't seem as hurt as I was when your funeral happened, he didn't give you even a fucking eulogy. I didn't even get to say anything to you, either. I couldn't, I was too busy using your headstone to beat his brains across the dirt." Retro Invincible hums, his gaze flickering to you when you struggle for air. Your hands claw at his wrist when his thumb traces over your pulse point. it flutters like a humming bird's wing.

it makes him actively grin to see how hard you try to put up a fight, even when you know you'll lose. it's what he's always loved about you, that spunky-ness.

" but now I get to beat him to you this time, I get to have you. I'll protect you, and you can be the hero you always wanted to be. just say yes, and you can save so many lives."

[wordsofwhimsy]

Would you consider writing for retro invincible

damn i meant to respond to this when i posted it but here it is my lovie!! tbh i had to rewatch the whole scene with him just to try and get a better feel of his personality (poor Rex </3)

i always think i've got a fav variant then i start thinking hard about a different one them i'm like but wait lmfaooo

[stareiiez]

how do we think Mark + his variants would act when given the task of taking care of a baby with reader (particularly s/o)? 💕💕

i wrote this while fighting off the sleepyness from extra strength benadryll, so forgive me if i made some mistakes! im looking in two different directions rn.

mark grayson

thanks to helping his mother raise and babysit oliver, as well as take advice from eve when the two of them would do superhero training with his little brother, he's the BEST care taker of your baby. or even if it wasn't your baby and you both took in a baby for a allotted amount of time, he's a wonderful father figure. he is up feeding in the odd hours of the night, he is the one to tell cecil ( as bravely as he can) to go fuck himself he needs to focus on his new little family. however, he's not perfect, and things can get in the way to make him gone from your side. he always feels so guilty when he returns and you're still there to accept him with open arms and a one year old coddled in your arms; staring at the man with a fear only a baby has for strangers.

sinister mark

food? thank you for the me-- OW?! why did you hit him? the baby isn't food? what kind of partner are you to not feed him? he can't comprehend taking care of a baby, he doesn't want to. he'd rather get rid of it, that way it doesn't kill him like he killed his father all that time ago. he hates how you coo at the bundle of fat in your arms. the black and yellow baby clothes it dons irks his soul for some reason, he doesn't like that the little thing shares his colors. he doesn't like how for the first time, he made it laugh --- even when he scowled down at the bundle that's pressed against your chest.

mohawk mark

just like his sinister variant. he's not the BEST father figure, and glowers at you when you put more attention to the baby than onto your glorious emperor and lover. the baby looks like him, so he guesses it isn't all that bad. it isn't that bad when his finger is grabbed and squeezes by it's little grip. the strength your little bundle of joy has is . . . adequate, it knows his place as the better viltrumite.

however, seeing you with a baby surely sparks the breeding kink inside of him. you swollen with his multitude of cute faced babies. he's willing to share your attention, just because he likes to see you smile and show him new baby clothes or when the baby does something so cute that he just has to see.

sheisty mark

IS THAT HIS? see ya. he isn't dad material, he's daddy material and there's a big ass difference in that. there's not child support from where ever he has come from, viltrumites don't need to owe you any damn money because you decided to get knocked up and let him hit without a condom.

compliments you by calling you a sexy ass milf, and smirks in your face when you scold him from cussing in front of the baby. if you give him the baby to babysit, he always tries to call a side chick over or say he's got plans and he can't afford to waste time wiping baby drool off his shoulder. you're hot, but a baby cramps his style. no matter how that fucking thing looks at him when he makes silly faces at it, in attempts to make the fat thing cry.

fully masked mark.

just like mark, almost as wonderful father figure to the baby. he is fearful that he would taint such a innocent thing by just his hands alone. he's so scared to hold the baby; he's always scared he's going to drop it or accidentally hurt it because the dark corner of his brain screams at him to squish the baby into a pile of gore.

he likes to play airplane and bounce the baby on his knee when you are busy around the house. he grows confident over years, it takes alot of time for him to fully step into the role of fatherhood. but he loves you, so he has to try to love this thing that depends on the two of you for life and security.

lens-less / retro invincible

don't leave him with the baby, he would give it a early death. don't trust him with anything so vulnerable or small. he kills it to see if it can handle him. that's why you both don't have pets. RIP Toast the Cat.

omni- mark

stern. puts you on a schedule and makes you maintain it. what time you will feed, burp, change, dress, bathe and play with your baby. he's a military styled dad, but in a colorful form. this baby is going the most respectful and well behaved child or teen when it grows older, and you better owe it all to him.

he keeps the nursery clean and tidy, it's bland and rather boring looking.no blue or pink walls or accessories. it's gray walls and quiet toys. he also gets a breeding kink from this, but never words it. he just puts you in a full nelson everytime so his cum can hit beyond your cervix and breed your womb with his seed. he wants a clan of babies that look just like you or him.

[wordsofwhimsy]

alright y'all i'm COMMITTING to posting something today, but need help deciding who it should be forrr

[deluluismyresolulu]

Cuddles in a king size bed. Banter and sweet talk between my 7 Marks.