tyheartsthragg

[tyheartsthragg]

hi when are u going to update the thragg fic 👉👈 i liked it sm and i really love the dynamic in the story im actually screaminggg

sorry for the late updates! finals have been kicking my ass... these chapters will come out sooner once break begins! and thank you so much for the support i'm glad y'all like it :')

[tyheartsthragg]

Devoted

wc: 3946

chapter three of devoted, another late chap, im sorrrryyy !! finals are almost over

Humans ask too many questions, something he came to realize within the first five minutes of the interview. Was there truly a need to question his abilities? Was the sheer Viltrumite power that he demonstrated not enough? Or perhaps humans were simply incapable of using basic analytical skills. After all, was there any doubt that he, the Viltrum Emperor, was more than qualified for this pathetic little job?

“So, why should we hire you?” A voice interrupted his thoughts, causing Thragg to focus. Steve questioned as he kept his eyes glued to the glowing screen, his finger tapping at the glass, his glasses reflecting the screen. A list of questions. Thragg’s patience was growing thin, how much longer would he idle? He’d never been subjected to so many useless inquiries.

He answered honestly, not too vague, but also not too complex. “Because what I say goes, I say you hire me.” He responded bluntly, no longer caring for formality. It was clear Steve was uncomfortable, how he adjusted his collar every two seconds followed by a nervous swallow. Thragg used that to his advantage, knowing that the human wouldn’t want to displease him. 

“Well then, that sums up everything!” Steve sputtered out, already shutting the device off and pushing out of his seat frantically. Humans are so very easy to bend. “It will take a few business days to fully review your interview, maybe about a week to get it through my m-”

“No.” Thragg cuts off his nervous blabbering, standing from his seat and giving the man an icy glare from below. The viltrum refused to rest in that supposed ‘shelter’ for another minute–he needed money, and he needs it today. Getting out of that infested place as soon as possible is the only reason why he’s even considering getting a job. One more night there, and he might lose it. “You will hire me today.” He demands, staring down at the man who is gawking up at Thragg with dilated pupils. Steve’s adams apple bobbed, shoving his rectangular glasses back up as he hesitantly cleared his throat to speak.

“That would just be unethical and unfair to my other employees,sir…” Steve responds, words fumbling over each other as he spoke. Thragg wanted to scoff at the audacity. Unfair? This planet thrives on unfairness. “I can assure you that we will get back to you, but unfortunately with how busy we are, I can’t speed up the process.” 

An annoyed huff left Thragg, he could just use force on the elder until he eventually heeled, which wouldn’t take long. Yet–she’s here. Forcing himself in the right mind, “Now.” was the only word that left him, adding anything else might push him off the edge. Steve’s reluctance was clear, torn between his ‘ethics’ and his own fear of what would happen if a simple no left his lips. With an incoherent murmur the device lit up once again, the screen illuminating his wrinkles as he tapped aimlessly. An almost satisfactory smile creeped onto Thragg’s lips, why hadn’t he tried this with every other employer that denied him? It was too easy to fit in with these insects. Be arrogant, rude, spiteful, and they’ll yield to you despite the cruel circumstances.

“You are now an official employee, Thragg! It’s great to have you on the team. I’ll figure out your schedule in the next following days, since it was such a…quick decision.” He emphasized on the last words a bit too harshly, as if to prove a point. “Today does not have to be your first. It can easily be set for next-”

“Today.”

The elder blinks at him, silent for a pause before beginning to speak. “Today it is. It’s what… three o’clock? You’ll have to work till' close if that’s fine with you. I’m sure I have a few workers on the clock until tonight so let me check in with them. It's slow today, someone could squeeze in a quick guide for you. Give me a second.” He hurries off without letting Thragg get a word in, pushing open the large metal doors and disappearing behind them as they swing back and forth. A relieved sigh leaves the viltrumite—he wouldn’t have been ‘living’ in that dump if he knew it was this simple to get money.

Steve swallowed hard, nervously rushing to Y/N, who had been working on a customer’s order in the kitchen. His hands fidgeted nervously with the collar of his shirt as he began explaining their current predicament. Of course she wasn’t very happy about what she heard.

“What?! You hired him on the spot, how is that even remotely fair?” she exclaims, her fingers pressed to her temples as she glared at her manager. Not only is that large scum a weirdo, she also didn’t feel comfortable being under the same roof as him. If she voiced her concerns, her manager wouldn’t bat an ear to listen. She watches as his eyes narrowed into slits, a silent warning to watch her step. Shoulders slumping in defeat, she listened to his awful explanation.

“Where’s the harm in that? He seems like a good candidate, and I don’t want to hear your opinion on fairness.” He dismissed her concern with a shrug and a hand wave, “That’s not why I came in here, I came here to say you’re in charge of training him for a few days. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.” he murmured as he examined his watch, already turning around and walking toward the metallic doors without letting her respond. Asshole. First, that creep comes up to her and asks her to ‘breed with him’ as if that was a conversation starter, and now he’s her co-worker. He will be in her proximity every single day. A full review didn’t even happen and it took her about two full weeks to even get a second interview, for a barista job, by the way. Her mind reels with confusion and resentment for both these men. She can’t just quit her job simply because of him, but she also didn’t feel exactly comfortable with seeing him at her only place where could actually feel normal. She’s made friends here, bonds with her co-workers, no way she was throwing it all away because of him. He’d just win. Hopefully, maybe, he’ll realize what he said was out of pocket and won’t bring it up, or maybe he’ll realize how uneasy she is around him and he’d back off.

A sigh leaves her lips, steeling herself to get on with this. She crept toward the kitchen doors, peering through the circular window to see if the bulky man was still there. To her disappointment, he is. Part of her wished he had left.

Pushing open the doors, she walked into the dining room and approached him, hiding the grimace that threatened to crack onto her features. His head turned, dark brown eyes boring into her own with a flat face until his eyebrow perked up for a brief moment. Ignoring the uncomfortable, awkward interaction they had a week ago, she began to speak. “Welcome to the team…Thragg. My name is Y/N.” His name tasted like poison rolling off her tongue. He moves toward her, she takes a step back and he pauses in his tracks. His large frame towers over her, head cranking up to even meet his eyes. Even if she yearned to forget him–his strange way of speaking, his abnormal height, and the skin-tight uniform with the unknown symbol on that outfit he wore when they first interacted just stood out from the rest. “My manager informed me about you, congratulations on making the team. I’ll be your trainee for the day.” She attempted to force an enthusiastic demeanor, but her tense body language spoke volumes.

No response left him, just a simple nod. She’s not sure if he remembered her, yet again–what sane person goes around asking that question? At least, she was half-expecting an apology. Clearly he wanted to leave that in the past.

“This is the dining room, sometimes you would be serving people, but not occasionally. People just grab and go.” She stalks toward the front counter, his presence too noticeable to ignore. Behind the counter, she gestures a hand at the register with a small card reader beside it. “For today, you’ll be in here. Tomorrow, we can go over the kitchen and baking area. It’s pretty dead today, so it won’t be that hard.”

“What is that?” 

“What is what?” she responded, her eyes following to where he was pointing at.

“That contraption.” A look of genuine perplexity is on his face as he points at the black screen of the register. He doesn’t know what a register is? A snort leaves her, a smile doesn’t even crack 

A beat passes, and he looks down at her from the lack of response. He’s serious. This is getting concerning. “A register?” He nods to confirm, a part of her was still clinging onto the ‘joking’ part. “Well, uh… It holds cash,” she trails off and pulls open the cash drawer beneath the touchscreen, revealing the few dollar bills and rusted coins neatly tucked in each column. “when someone hands you cash, you shove it in here. And whenever they hand you extra, you pay them back by using this money.” He just nods. Silence stretches between the two, and to break it, he reaches for the cash inside. Instinct takes over, smacking his hand away gently but with an edge of firmness. Was he really trying…?

“What’re you doing…?” she questioned, giving him the benefit of the doubt. He’s not that dumb.

“Is this not for the employees?” He asks, genuine curiosity in his tone, hand still hovering over the columns. This guy never ceases to surprise her. 

“No. Have you ever had a cashier job, or went to the grocery store?” As the words left her lips, laughter began to slip from her. Never in her years has someone not known basic utility, especially an adult. She quickly straightens herself up once she realizes he’s dead silent. “This… money. It’s for the company and our customers when we receive too much of the total. Not for us. So no, you can’t take it.” She’s not going to tell him that it could one-hundred percent get him fired, that’d just be a blessing.

“That sounds ridiculous.” A light scoff leaves him, “It’s right there isn’t it? Why let the opportunity pass by when you can just take it.” His words sounded less like a question and more like a statement, determination etched into his sharp features.

“You’re really weird.” She laughs it off, but with how tense she was, it sounded like blatantly forced. She just didn’t want to hear more about his illogical thinking skills. “Anyway–” Her words are cut off from a soft chime at the entrance, catching her attention. “Oh, perfect. You can start with them, ask what they would like to order…” She reaches over to the tablet, tapping the screen until it flickers to life. Images of various drinks, coffees, and pastries appear on the display with the prices labeled below. The customers approach the counter, speaking in a foreign language to each other. Should’ve taught him sooner. Oh well.

She could just take their order and let him take mental notes, or leave him on his own.

“Excuse me?” A younger woman says, waving an impatient hand in front of Thragg’s face. He turned his head, the only other emotion edging into his features—irritation. A tick passed, he’s clearly lost in thought. y/n gawks at him, then quickly nudges his shoe with her own. She should leave, let him do the work, fail, then watch the manager fire him from afar. Yet for some reason, she stays.

Thragg turns his attention to where she nudged him, an eyebrow arched, and then another snap of the woman’s fingers in front of him stirred him back to reality. “May I take your order?” The disdain and annoyance evident in his tone, he didn’t even try to conceal it.

“A grande with oat milk, brown sugar, two pumps of vanilla, no ice, and cinnamon powder on top. It’s for Kat.” She orders, eyes glued to his as her friend whispers something into her ear, causing her to giggle. Maybe they’d write a complaint about him. Hopefully. “Got that?” Her sharp tone slices through the air, and Thragg didn’t respond nor react, too focused on the touchscreen in front of him. It’s like she was babysitting instead of teaching…

“Of course ma’am. Sorry, he’s new. It’ll be out in a few, Kat!’ y/n chimed in, forcing enthusiasm in her tone. The women left, muttering foreign words to each other as they strolled off to take a seat in the lounge. That could have gone a lot smoother and quicker, still… It was kind of funny. She returns her attention back to Thragg, who was staring directly at her with the same annoyed manner. “Here, I’ll do it.” She didn’t give him a chance to protest, already brushing past him to start up the order. She grabs a grande cup and a sharpie nearby, jotting down the customers name, and hurriedly moves to the bar. The bottle squirts out vanilla, sputtering a bit before eventually it enters, adding brown sugar along with oat milk, and then the hot, brewing coffee mixes in. She gives the plastic a firm shake, finger over the cover, and walks over toward the register. “Order for Kat!” she calls out as she reaches for a straw and new cover, placing them on top and sliding it toward the edge of the counter. The customer approaches and grabs the grande, card already held out as y/n puts the order in (because Thragg failed to do so…) she wants to blame him, but he was new so… The card approves, and the girl is already out the doors, bells ringing as the door closes slowly behind her.

Thragg has an unreadable expression, his dark-brown eyes remain on hers for a beat. She pays no mind, maybe he’s learning. “Here,” she murmurs, returning to his side and pressing onto the screen to brighten it. “When someone orders a coffee, they say the sizes. You might wanna ask our manager for notes or study online, because I don’t think you’ll get it all in a day.” her tone was gentle, almost too soft for the likes of him.

“Do not underestimate my knowledge.” he states, that new ‘soft-spot’ for him disintegrates.

“Oh-kay… Whatever. They say, ‘short, tall, grande, and venti.’” Grabbing four sized cups, she presents them on the counter in order. “Got it? So you press onto the coffee button on the screen,” She waits for him to act, and when he doesn’t react, she sighs heavily. “Press it.” she orders, signaling at the screen as she stacks the cups together.

For the first time, he didn’t protest, already pressing a finger to the screen. She’s about to guide him through, but he clicks ‘grande’ for the size, and begins to work through it himself, adding the items the woman from a few minutes ago ordered. He remembers all of it? “Well, yeah, that’s how you put in their orders and the total will sum out, and you’d tell them how much it’d cost.” she instructs, and his hands fall from the display. “I think I’ve gone over everything today. Whenever a customer comes in, let me know and I'll help you out.” Without waiting for his response, she darts into the kitchen, the lightweight doors swinging behind her.

Sprinting down the moist kitchen tiles, she makes her way past the ovens and sinks to where the manager’s office is. “Hello?” she calls out, knocking rapidly at the wooden door with her ear pressed against the surface. The door swings open, almost making her meet the floor before catching herself and straightening up. “Can we talk about him?” She's already pushing past her boss to enter the small room, a small ‘ugh’ in protest heard from him. Regardless, he slams the door shut behind her and collapses into his leather chair.

Meanwhile, at the front of the cafe, the hours seemed to blur as the day went on, the skies getting grayer with rain beginning to patter onto the windows. Little customers showed up today, it was a quiet, simple first day for Thragg. Well, he would say that, but his mind has been too occupied on the fact that y/n worked here. She’s a superhero, yet she has to work among other mortals? Superior beings deserve to be worshiped, respected–not worry about working. It was also a weird coincidence how they got together again, even though she didn’t seem too appreciative to be around him as she trained him.

“Hey man, you’re closin’ up with y/n for the night. Since we were already short-staffed for the day, hope you don’t mind!”  A co-worker called out, whose name he didn’t even bother learning, as he shuffled toward the door. He pauses at the door, glancing over his shoulder, “When you finish up, just lock the doors. Boss doesn’t expect much, just a sweep or something. Have a good night!” The door shut behind him with a soft chime announcing his departure. Thragg remained silent, the same classical music still humming gently with the sound of rain thumping against the windows. Deep in his own mind, he was still ‘interested’ in y/n, if one can call it that. He didn’t want to waste away his time by actually trying to fit in with society, he thought this would be simple. Of course, he could just find another fitting candidate and start from there.

“Here.” Her voice suddenly strikes through the silence, his head snapping toward her direction. No. He only had eyes for her—it was her personality that was truly luring. Perfect genes mixed with the perfect race, the children would be powerful, born to serve and spread the influence of his empire. Besides, he needed to get used to the barriers humans form to protect themselves, their… emotions. This was only the first out of many more opportunities.

“…Hellooo?” she trails off, returning him back to the present. He looks to what she’s holding out to him, a wooden rod with tendrils at its end. He takes the rod into his hand, a wet slap followed as it met the tiled floor. He takes the rod, gaze still fixed on her, thoughts sinking into his mind once more.

“Why do you work here?” He questioned, unsure of what to do with the item in his hand.

She just shrugs, “For money.” she says simply as she turns away, kneeling down and swinging open the cabinets beneath the counter. things fall as she rummages around, snatching a clear bottle with some cloth. she stands up and kicks the cabinet door closed, already squirting the strange yellow liquid onto the counter, wiping it down as she goes. “…Like everyone else.” she added, her voice soft enough that it was barely audible to his ears. 

“You are not like everyone else.” he paused, the realization hitting him dully. Perhaps she’s also hiding her identity from the public, why hide it though? Humans with abilities are praised on this planet—the amount of times he has seen Invincible on billboards, televisions, and newspapers was getting ridiculous. Each time he walked on the street, an Invincible page would be beneath his shoe. “Why do you conceal it? You would be awarded with far greater respect and praise.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about.” she responded, humming gently along with the cafe music as she wiped the grime off the counters.

His eyebrow arched in confusion, “A su-”

“Huh?” She cuts him off and moves away from the counter, approaching him this time. She attempts to take the mop from his hand, but he has an iron grip on it. She glared at him, and he let it go. He’s about to speak again, but her voice cuts in once again. “Don’t know how to use a mop too, I assume?” She changed the subject instantly, “It’s like this,” the rod begins to move in a pattern on the tiles, swiping back and forth, streaks of water painting the floor. Despite her demonstration, his eyes were still on her. She’s hiding her true self just like him, for whatever reason she was, it still just stirred more curiosity he had for this woman. 

She kept talking him through it as she showed him, and each time he tried to continue from where he left off, she cut him off or didn’t say anything. She couldn’t even get the word ‘Superhero’ out of his mouth because of it.

Y/n fumbles with the keys as she shoves them aggressively into the lock, the cool summer breeze wafts over them with the rain dripping against the umbrella she handed him. He holds it over his head, it amazes him how complex weather is here. She finally locks the door, an annoyed huff leaving her as she quickly rushes to get beside him to shelter herself. Wrapping her fingers around the rod, she looks over at him with an expectant expression. He doesn’t move. A silent ‘okay…’ left her as she began to walk, “Have a good night!” she called out, waving her hand without turning around.

“You did not answer my question.” Thragg begins to follow her, the rain soaks into his ragged clothing but pays no mind. “You are a defender, you save lives. Yet in return, you receive nothing. Superheroes do not conceal themselves, they expose their true identity to the world.” Finally he got those words out, and she just kept walking as the rain filled the silence.

“Well not everyone likes to be public about it.”

“Impossible. You humans insist on flaunting your greater aspects.”

She gives him an annoyed look, her feet picking up the pace as she strolled down the emptied sidewalk. “Why do you say it like that?”

“What?”

“Humans. As if you aren’t one yourself.”

“You and I are not. We are the planet’s defenders, that’s what we’re referred to.” The word ‘heroes’ tasted like poison rolling off his tongue, bitter and not very convincing. Yet, he had to make up some excuse. And if that meant choking down his own ego and grouping him with the other pathetic excuse of heroes on this planet, then so be it.

“You’re not making any sense.” she scoffed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a device. The screen illuminates her features as she taps on the screen a few times, before flicking her wrist and showing the bright device to him. He squints, adjusting to the light as his eyes scanned the screen. It was just circles with numbers inside of them. She sighed, taking in his confused expression and explains it to him (as always); “Your number. Do you have a phone or anything that I can reach you with?”

“No.”

“Great.” she shoved her phone back into her pocket, stopping dead in her tracks to stare at him, her eyes in narrowed slits it seemed like she was glaring. “That should probably be your first investment… but anyway, your next shift starts at ten in the morning tomorrow. I’ll print out your schedule, but in the meantime, have a goodnight.” With that, her feet rose off the pavement as she launched into the cloudy, dark skies, disappearing out of sight.

[tyheartsthragg]

Devoted

chapter 2 of thragg x reader

note: so sorry it took so long, it's been a very busy month, and honestly i didn't expect so much support thank yall so much (ఠ్ఠ ˓̭ ఠ్ఠ)!! i swear i'll start to try to upload quicker, and longer chapters are on arrival i can promise you that! slow burn, yk? anyways. thank you guys so much once again!

word count: 1317

It's been seven days since Thragg lost his dignity not just as a man, but also as a Viltrumite. Was that a total exaggeration? Maybe. But that also didn’t change the fact that it was a pretty embarrassing moment for him. Perhaps it was the combination of having to rebuild his empire after it was decimated along with the fact that he was rejected by a creature that was much below his status. Or maybe, maybe, Thragg’s confidence was smaller than he thought, who cares? He feels shitty.

Thragg laid in the disgusting bed.

The interaction remained fresh in his mind, a constant in his daily dose of thoughts. Being a Viltrumite and the emperor of such, what he wanted was law. Creatures would succumb under the reign of his demands in fear of their lives and the rest of their species. One small disagreement could lead to the complete annihilation of their society as a whole, everyone feared them intrinsically. It's always been that way. And though Thragg has been denied before, those who did never had the opportunity to live to tell. He supposed a large part of his shock was due to the fact that an insipid bug had the insolence of rejecting him in such a humiliating way and he was entirely helpless to it. Her grating voice rang across his ears like an annoying bug, buzzing and persistent in his head.

Thragg scoffed, his lips contouring into a grunt as his eyes narrowed down at her. “I am participating in an activity that’s known as flirting here. Is that not normal behavior for you humans?” Judging by her bewildered expression–he must’ve gotten wrong.

The woman stared blankly at him, lips curling with distaste. “What are you talking about…” her lips parted to add something, but a sudden beep came from the device wrapped around her wrist, catching her attention. The red light beeping illuminates her face, beeping rapidly before it finally seized. Fixing him with a final glare, her feet rose off the crumbled pavement and straightened out, disappearing into the clouded skies without a word.

Humiliating. Utterly humiliating. He pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance at the memory, carved into his brain as a daily reminder.

He pushes himself off the dirtied cot beneath him–supposedly a bed–and rises to his feet. How does one go from ruling an entire empire of the most feared species, end up in such a dump such as this? He could be on his own planet with his kin, thriving and being shown respect. The creatures on this planet have no idea what that meant. They are filthy, deluded, and insufferable to be around. Each human that showed the slightest hint of arrogance made him want to end their pathetic existence in a flash. Yet, he can’t. He couldn’t afford blowing his cover. Not for him, and not for his people. If only he wasn’t obliged to remain here.

No use in sulking all day. He needed cash, it became apparent in his time here that money is a mandatory need.

He reaches for the rusted doorknob, swinging open the door, hinges creaking at the movement. The warm, afternoon sun quickly fills into the room, his eyes squinting as he adjusts to its light and walking forward, slamming the broken door shut behind him. Glancing down at the crumbled paper in his hand, eyes narrowed as he read the hand-written address on the sheet. That woman who interviewed him a week ago suggested this place, a look of sorrow as she told him about it. Securely tucking the paper into his pocket, he steps forward onto the cracked sidewalk. Orange mixed with light pink hues cover the skies, the sun dipping beyond the horizon with a gentle warm breeze in the air.

Flying would be ideal—but that would just bring unnecessary attention to him. Reporters, journalists, they capture everything. A person couldn’t do anything abnormal without it being published, privacy almost seems nonexistent here.

Sound of cars driving past, shoes scuffing against the pavement as they walked, and children’s laughter in the distance filling the warm air as the minutes blur. It wasn’t far—just downtown, smushed between other tall buildings. Thragg stares at the number engraved into the wood, matching the address written down. He opens the glass doors, and is instantly greeted with an inviting, comforting atmosphere in the small coffee shop. Classical jazz music humming gently in the background, the aroma of freshly roasted nuts and fresh pastries, and a short line of people in front of the counter.

Thragg tugs the paper out from his pocket, its edges ripped and crumbled, a frown falling on his face. As long as they can read what’s on it, that’s all that mattered. It's supposed to be a resume, since each… ‘employer’ he has met always questioned why he didn’t have one. After asking (threatening) one of them, they explained what it meant. It seemed pointless and more complicated, still he wrote it, jotting down his name and age–which had to be realistic, so he went with thirty-six–and finally, his work experiences. None.

The line moves up, customers leaving with steaming coffees in their hands, and he’s next. His eyes wander around the café, pastries and sweets displayed in the small window with drawings decorating the glass. He must’ve not been paying attention because a small gasp pierced his ears, causing him to return his awareness to the task at hand. As soon as he turned his head, the woman behind the counter has a strange expression plastered on her face as she met his eyes, “It’s you.”

Thragg immediately recognizes the woman once his eyes lie on her. The one who rejected him. He can’t even get a word out before she begins to speak, her eyebrows furrowing with irritation. “Are you stalking me or something?” she accused, causing a worker’s eyes to widen slightly and turn to them. “Was my silence not obvious enough for you?” The worker’s eyes flick between the two, approaches beside her, and whispers; ‘are you alright?’ She took a moment to respond, then shook her head, causing him to shrug and leave without protest.

Thragg’s jaw tightens at her words and how blatant she was being, his fingers curling around the thin sheet of paper. He ignores his growing irritation, deciding to go with more of a… civil approach. He understood that on Earth his kind of approach was less than ideal, but to still hold a grudge? It happened a week ago, holding grudges for that long is considered a weakness. “…No.” he began, placing the paper firmly on the counter. “I am seeking an opportunity to contribute my skills.”

“Oh.” she blinked a few times, her hardened expression beginning to soften with surprise. She takes the sheet and observes it with slanted eyes, eyes following the vague writing, then fully brings her attention back onto him. “Interesting resume,” she said gently, and went silent for a second, like she didn’t want to continue. Forcing a polite smile, she sharply inhales, speaking once again, “Your employer is seated at the table on the right. Good luck with your interview, sir.” Her tone is much more professional, any lingering anger for him vanished. Gesturing her hand to the right, a man sits at the isolated table in the corner with a cup and tablet in front of him, illuminating his aged features.

Thragg returns his gaze back to her, words on the tip of his tongue, but none leave him. Grasping the sheet on the counter, he walks away and approaches the senior seated at the table. The man’s eyes widened as they fixed onto Thragg, his glasses drooping down his nose slightly. He clears his throat and pushes them up, peeling his gaze away from him. “Thragg, correct? My name is Steve, please, take a seat.”

note: thragg working at a coffee shop and wearing normal clothing? something i can't picture in my head... anyways, sorry for another short chap </3! ao3 vers--> Devoted - remheartsawa - Invincible (Image Comics) [Archive of Our Own]

[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?”