#Viltrumites

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

Small little headcanon about Viltrumites

I feel like Viltrumite kisses would be mad aggressive, no joke. It doesn't matter whether it's male or female; the kissing is just fucking brutal, with both sides fighting for dominance and both wanting to be on top no matter what. This is why I feel like if Mark were ever to encounter a Viltrumite!reader, you would be so confused as to why he gives himself up so easily—why he's letting you bite down on his lips. Still, you see that red blood drip down onto his lips as he easily goes into submission without putting up a fight. It's so confusing but so exotic at the same time. You're afraid to be put on your back, to even allow someone to be stronger than you, but he's so willing. So when you kiss him and he's moaning into your mouth, face reddening, you're completely lost, staring at him as his eyes are closed and as he's falling into desire. He's letting you stay on top, letting you rip and tear at him. Still, he's completely and utterly yours. It's quite nice, really; you don't have to fight for your fun. But you often wonder if the boy has any shame. The second you're on the ground and he's squirming beneath you, shame isn't a word you'd use to describe him. Maybe it's all just strategy, making you believe you're in charge, but the way he's trembling and begging under your rough fingers, it's not strategy; he's just pathetic, and by the gods, you love it.

[gl1tchr]

fuck the empire we do it for the love of the game

[smoosie]

The 'We need to talk' scene

but I've made it into a wet cat short comic

(and it only gets worse for him...)

Bonus secret 5th panel :

(intrusive thoughts so strong they make his brain crash)

[miz-orque]

It's the very idea that at least one Viltrumite that came to Earth becoming a huge fan of cooking is what turns me to goo. Like imagine them turning into a chef and express in great detail the flavours of a dish like Anton Ego. Like their goal goes from "increase the population" to "become master chef" 😭

[cheemscakecat]

Invincible Spoilers [Viltrumite Thoughts]

When the big purge happened, the most peaceful and well adjusted Viltrumites died because they were deemed “weak”. We know this, the culture died and was replaced with the current regime and ideology. The best parents would have died too, the ones who would never think to kill their kids for being weak.

But the remaining Viltrumites would have still varied in how committed to the cause they were, even if they kept it secret. There would have been couples that really were in love, in private or no. Men and women who managed to crack each other’s hard exteriors and win the soft heart hidden inside.

For all the awful things that twisted love in the empire, the real thing never truly died. Children were still being born to parents that would do everything they could to prove they were strong enough to live. Couples still sacrificed their time for each other and for family. They were people, people vary in how warm they are and how much their career means to them.

The plague is what took out the romantics and the ones who desired children.

It killed the type of people who chose to get to know each other after training, slowly falling in love.

It killed the type who had “lesser” jobs and therefore more free time to enjoy another’s company and raise children.

It killed the generals and soldiers whose children and grandchildren loved their stories about other worlds.

It killed the ones that were getting by in a regime they didn’t fully agree with, but had to live in.

The 50 who survived were the strongest and most loyal to the regime. Thragg being the most deluded of them all and the face of their twisted beliefs.

It left individuals who would never have considered romance or parenthood. The ones who believed that there would always be someone having children

Some, like Anissa, didn’t want anything to do with opening up to somebody or “wasting time” on a child that may be weak. Or like Conquest, whose true love was violence, and only violence.

Others were overachievers that saw romance as a distraction from their training and missions.

I can easily see Nolan after hours in the training room, scoffing to himself at a couple who is spending time on “nothing”. He’s more concerned with the “important things”. Until Debbie corrected him at the baseball game, he hadn’t considered recreation as anything more than a distraction.

[Man was pouting over having to watch little league]

Maybe he never would have taken up writing, if not for the need to keep track of his old missions inconspicuously. Maybe book one started with a short draft that read like a brief report. I picture him begrudgingly going to a human library and checking out books on astronauts. Having to replay finer details of the mission in his head and change them to sound more human. Maybe that’s how he figured out he liked writing.

Kregg and Luthan probably never thought about romance and parenthood until it became their mission. Maybe they had never stopped to think that they might like it. And I doubt they’re the only ones.

If you’ve ever held someone else’s baby and felt scared you’d drop it, you wouldn’t be alone. But humans are pretty good at moving past that fear. We learn how to be gentle from our youth. We know how to handle an infant without hurting it.

Imagine being someone who never thought about having a child, from a world where it’s considered a waste of time with your long lifespan. And then you have to have a baby, because your people are dying off. You were never taught how to be gentle, you were never taught how to care for a baby. But now you must.

I think Nolan was the first to feel a deep, paranoid fear of crushing his child. If a baby Viltrumite is weak, and a human adult is like an ant, how weak must the half-human baby be? Man probably thought he could breathe on Mark wrong and he’d explode.

And then when the others had their kids, they felt the same way. [Except Thragg. He built different.] For the men, this was the easiest to deal with. Nolan, Kregg and Luthan could all leave their children with their wives. It’s normal for the baby to spend its early days close to mom. It gave them time to have breaks from the newfound fear and to get used to handling the baby despite it.

Thula had to handle the baby so much more, but she had a human husband to give her a break when she needed it. When the fear of accidentally crushing the baby got too loud to ignore.

I think the reason Anissa sought out a human husband after everything she did was because she couldn’t handle the baby on her own. Perhaps she thought it was because the babies were part human that all her peers were disgustingly shaken.

But that wasn’t it at all. They all would have still been petrified of hurting the babies even if they were full blooded. They were all petrified because they were responsible for fulfilling a mission none of them were prepared for. One where failure could mean extinction. For the first time in a long time, every new life was valuable in their eyes and the eyes of their regime.

It hadn’t felt so important to these people in particular when the empire flourished. They had never considered the love and sacrifices and fear of failure that “weaker” Viltrumites felt when they raised their kids in the heyday. They sacrificed their time for the cause and didn’t leave room for relationships. None of them knew how much their lives were about to change.

Family became a priority for them when it never was before.

Average child shenanigans surprised them because they never got to experience normal childhoods.

They had to learn how to respond to child’s play.

And how to give advice/discipline a child. It made them think differently over time.

[jamesrb4th]

Honestly I think Mark’s best bet was to tell Conquest that he missed, like, a dozen other versions of himself WAY more into fighting and murdering than he is, and then Conquest would just get really depressed

[lavenderr-starrs]

Viltrumites— Toxic masculinity

Kryptonians— Healthy masculinity

[gl1tchr]

I sortant disagree with your whole "Nolan exerting power over women" yeah he called his wife a pet but at the same time you can see in the show that he really does care for her, when he was in jail he was experiencing new feelings like, longing for Debbie, missing his son, willingly ending his life for what he's done both byba black hole and the Viltrum prison, not because of "toxic masculinity" but because a Viltrumite never needed to feel for his family, they just need and prepare them for combat to conquer other worlds, Nolans time on earth turned him human, if the whole thing was really about toxic masculinity female Viltrumite like Anessa and that knife hair women wouldn't even be mart of the empire, or at least be used a breeding mare rather than soldiers, the Conquest thing also kind of bothers me because the reason he's isolated isn't because "Viltrumite don't like all this violence and bloodshed" it's because he's nuts, they care about expanding their empire, Nolan only cared about expanding their empire albihit via violent bloodshed but he never showed any joy for it, if anything he was trying to make a point to Mark, Conquest is only fighting because he loves bloodshed more than conquering, he says it himself that he "enjoys feeling the warmth of his fists drenched in blood" he encouragés Mark to keep fighting despite him being at his limit, he called slowly pulling Oliver apart "amazing" he's a sadists and does not represent the empires core values

I think you're a bit misguided about how deliberate misogyny has to be! Patriarchal societies can exist with women in them without necessarily turning those women into *slaves*, America is plenty misogynistic and patriarchal and women do still have agency, they're just held to a worse standard that makes it harder for women to reach the same ceiling as men. Nolan may love his wife, but at least until (narratively) recently, he did see his wife as a lesser being who wasn't as important as him. He DOES change and grow and we love that for him, but at one point, he truly thought these things. It's representative of how men uphold patriarchy in their interpersonal lives both with and without intention.

The Conquest point, I think I could've phrased it better! It's not so much they're put off by his desire for violence, but the fact he has a desire at all. That's extremely taboo in fascist societies, you cannot express any desire for personal gain, you must be solely dedicated to the Empire and for Conquest to take joy in something that isn't just Quiet Servitude is too much agency and individualism for a fascist society.

I think an important anecdote to bring up is when Thragg is chewing out Kregg, Lucan, and Anissa, Anissa POINTS OUT that "breeding" for her is a VERY different task for her as a female and Thragg says he doesn't care, he expects her to be as proactive as the men despite pregnancy literally being several times as long of a process as getting someone pregnant. Female Viltrumites are expected to put a LOT more on the line and are just as required to do so as their male counterparts, and that essentially *is* being a broodmare.

[mortuary-collective]

Ok hi!!! I'm the anon from before and thanks for answering my question about your oc <3 Sorry if I'm spamming you or something hahaha.

What is Vidors and Francis' relationship (and his relation with the others Like Kregg) like? also what are your hcs for Vidor ( I hate how unexplored the viltrumites are in this fandom, especially considering they're the main antagonists).

DW YOURE NOT SPAMMING I LOOOVEEE . Love love love getting asks ESP ABOUT MY OCS? HELLOOO???

I dont have many unique headcanons for the viltrumites unfortunately ,, but I can explain how Francis interacts/feels about them all!!!!!!

Thula: Despite how often they get into fights and Almost Kill Each Other, Francis doesn't view Thula as a primary threat and thus doesn't bother much with her. He's faster and more agile than she is, and he's got a lot of wit and stupid comments that push him into a "he wont start a revolution, hes not smart enough" viewpoint for her and a lot of other Viltrumites. Most of his time is spent bugging her until she goes for a hit.

Vidor: Because Francis fled Viltrum so young, he didn't get enough time to fully form an idea of Vidor as a child. He based his imaginary interpretation off his ideal image of a father figure and for a long while after he initially arrived on Earth he could only fall asleep if he tried to imagine that version of him comforting him.

Kregg: He views him as more of a threat than Thula, but not to the point where he believes he needs to be executed or killed. He could probably win in a fight against him if he really needed to, but for the moment he just chooses to make fun of him until it backfires.

Thragg: There's a lot of fear between Francis and Thragg. Mostly on Francis's end, but there's always a tinge of anxious doubt in Thragg that Francis's revolution will become more powerful than him and that he will take over the empire. Francis views Thragg in the same way that mice view predators.

Nolan: He doesn't particularly enjoy him, but he knows that for their revolution to be successful, he needs to have all possible hands on deck and that includes Nolan. Francis hates that he does it, but sometimes he starts to view Nolan as more weapon than human.

An*ssa: He killed her in this AU when he figured out what she did. He doesn't have an ounce of regret and he made sure it hurt.

[miz-orque]

It's probably just me, but-

[rezonan]

The Plane Problem

Oh no! The plane is going to crash! We need Generic-Superman-clone-man to help us!

Now you're probably thinking, of course, Generic-Superman-clone-man can just simply lift the plane and drop it on the floor. Just like who he's an expy of!

But here's The Plane Problem.

Superman has a quirk of his power that he can lift an object by almost any point and it retains its structural stability. A kind of Tactile telekinesis forcefield around his body he can extend to his body that makes things he holds stronger so they don't break from his strength because super strength means nothing when you're so strong you break anything you try and lift. It also let's him make an anchoring point on the ground that let's him pull a Hancock and let a train crash into him. Because see, no matter how strong and durable you are, if something is moving and it's packs enough force to move your weight, You Will Move. But since Superman can create his own anchoring point on the floor he's cool.

Not only that it also helps avoid another problem with lifting things since the ground needs to be just as stable to carry the weight of what you are lifting. Otherwise you'll end up like pure Bulk here.

This let's Superman kinda break Physics when it comes to how he uses his powers. In Man Of Steel Vol4 #1 Clark explicitly states that things get easier to lift when he's flying. This is because his flight which seems to also be some form of gravity manipulation or Telekinesis let's him create his own leverage to let him lift things easier so he doesn't get the Bulk problem above.

In Superman Returns you can see this version of the character explicitly doesn't have this ability or at least in my opinion has a weak version of this power, He starts to push on one wing to stabilize the aircraft but it tears away. He then has to kinda glide it downwards from the nose, which kinda shouldn't work exactly as shown but is close enough, he probably has a less powerful version of this ability. Other characters like the Viltrumites from Invincible have the explicit ability to 'create their own leverage'.

The best example of the use of this lack of leverage certain expies of the character have is Homelander from The Boys.

In this scene Homelander explicitly says 'You want me to lift the plane, there's nothing to stand on, what do you want me to use air?' or at least something like that.

He's right, since all he has is flight and super strength as in super strength not supes TK. If he tried to lift the plane like he did in the Superman gif above, he would quite literally punch a hole right through the plane and just make it crash faster. Wanna clarify tho, I'm not defending him. There are other ways he could have done this if he was actually competent.

He could have called over the Deep and A train with him, you know actually leading his team. Then try and someone glide the plane into the water by angling it just right from the landing gear, he would probably have to laser the engine out or turn it off some other way. Then once he brings it to the land safely on the water. Then have Deep use his water buddies and A-train run on water to safely get them to land. I wanna clarify it wouldn't exactly be a 100 percent success, people could still die and he could have failed but what makes him evil is that he didn't even try. But yeah that's besides the point of this post

So basically Unless you have certain required secondary abilities to your main powers, you wouldn't be able to do most of the things you see superheroes pulling in stories. That's why things like Superman's forcefield, Iron Man's inertia dampener fields or the Speed Force exists.

[emtropi]

no one:

viltrumites

[crismakesstuff]

if it were me i would sit all the viltrumites down and make them watch “history of the world, i guess”

just to make them all the more confused about earth

[tlouglazer]

i’m gooning

[swightops]

"in every dimension, Mark Grayson falls for you, but not this one."

Shit, you think. Between all the blood and smoke, you weren't sure if colors could be vibrant anymore. No matter how many people you got to safety or buildings you stopped from falling, there was always more.

More screams, more buildings falling, more dead bodies, more chaos.

"You know, all this blood and fire makes you look so much more pretty," a voice teases. You turn, and for a split second, relief floods you before it quickly replaces itself with apprehension. Mark floats there, but he's different; he's not Mark. His hair is parted into a mohawk, and there's something else. This Mark's eyes are rabid, obsessed, and watching you like you're some type of prize.

You try not to show your apprehension, but it's hard when Mark looks at you like that—like the way he looks at Eve. "Confused, huh?" Mark teases, and he softly lands on the ground, only a couple of feet away from you. "From what I've heard, you and I aren't together in this universe. Lameass me is with Eve. So stupid," Mark says, rolling his eyes at the end. "Can't be too surprised though! This world's me is so lame and weak."

Mark goes on and on about how your world's Mark is a sniveling, weak piece of shit, but you stopped listening. You and Mark are together in a different world.

A gust of wind makes you whip around as another Mark appears before you. But like the one with a mohawk, this one isn't your world's Mark. His suit is different, a mesh of white and gray, and no mask to be found. But like the other Mark, he's staring at you like that.

"Ugh! Couldn't give us a moment alone, could you, asshole!" Mohawk Mark complains, his eyebrows furrowed, and lips pulled into a sneer. The other Mark, the one in white and gray, doesn't acknowledge the complaints and insults thrown his way. Instead, his eyes lock onto yours, and you freeze up as he steps closer to you.

"You don't look any different," is all he says before his fingers hover over your cheek. It's wrong, it's so wrong, the way your heart beats a little faster, how your cheeks flush, and how desperately you want to lean into his warmth. Mark, this Mark in front of you, has killed countless people and caused so much damage that the aftercount might be in the hundreds of thousands.

You don't get a second to react before there's another gust of wind, and yet another Mark stands there. His suit colors are now yellow and black instead of black and dark blue. His yellow cape flows behind him, and a twisted grin pulls at his face.

"y/nnnnnn," Mark calls for you, and you hate how it sounds so right, so good. Mohawk Mark and the one right next to you turn to the other one, and a split silence passes before you're dragged up into the air.

Instinctively, you push away before arms are holding yours behind your back. "Let go!" you yell, your arms straining against Mark's.

"No wayyyy, babe," the Mark with a yellow cape says, coming closer to you, his fingers twirling a curl of your hair.

"Can we just get this over with?" Mohawk Mark says, and your heart drops to your stomach as fast as it's beating.

"We're not going to hurt you," the Mark holding you says, his voice deep and his hold tightening.

"Could have fooled me," you finally say, and the two Marks in front of you laugh. The one twirling your hair stops before squishing your cheeks together and laughing again as you struggle to pull your face out of his hold.

"Still a little firecracker like I remember," he says, and you freeze. Were you with this Mark in his universe as well? And the one behind? Was the universe so cruel that you and Mark were together in every other universe except this one? The one where you chickened out of telling you how you felt, and now he was with Eve.

"Don't worry, pretty. This world's Mark is stupid enough to not make you his, but we aren't."

[invoncible]

I’d love to see Invincible!variants meeting OG reader with powers/super strong because in their world, their reader is normal. I’d like to see their reaction when they’re expecting someone weak and then they suddenly fly off or get decked in the face!

INVINCIBLE VARIANTS & reader who can put them in their place ✧˚. ft. nogoggles!mark, mohawk!mark, viltrumite!mark, the surviving 8 cw. canon typical violence

— this is so funny ily nonnie but uhh rereading this i feel like i lost the plot, hope u enjoy nonetheless lol <3 ! — reader is with MAIN!mark & has scarlet witch type powers

when multiple versions of your boyfriend were zipping around the planet causing indescribable amounts of destruction, you were a little confused. all of these guys... were mark? what mark could've been if things went a little different?

you held back a little when fighting them because they had the face of the boy you loved so much, but after seeing them in action... they had to go.

you were flying beside your mark, the only good one apparently, when cecil barked in your ear.

"y/n, i need you." your comm buzzed to life with cecil's instructions.

"kinda busy, cecil." you muttered under your breath.

"please, i know you're done with me. i know both of you are. but don't turn your back on the people who're in danger."

"what does he want?" your mark snapped, the distaste evident on his face.

"help." you answered him with a sigh, your moral compass guilting you into seeing where you were needed. you promised mark you'd be back soon.

"just tell me where the problem is." you shot back at cecil.

NOGOGGLES!MARK

"i need you at guardians' HQ."

you narrowed your eyes in concern. "the guardians are down?"

"it's a batshit crazy version of mark, what do you think?"

you rolled your eyes and rerouted your flight path to guardians' base. within minutes you warped right in the middle of the action.

"what the fuck..." you whispered in horror. kate and her duplicates were out, shapesmith was ripped in half—immortal was the only one still going and even he was struggling.

"nice, they sent someone else!" mark stopped immortal's punch nonchalantly with one hand, grinning down at you from where he hovered in the air. he squinted then gasped, throwing immortal to the ground.

"y/n? why would they send you?" he floated down to you, approaching you like a wild animal.

"you know me?" you stalled, eyes darting around your periphery to make sure that the others were at least alive.

"do i know you?" he laughed, figuring that was a good enough answer to your question. he circled around you with an approving hum. "aww, you playing dress up? i like this color on you—"

activating your power, your tendrils of chaos magic snaked around his body, picking him up and throwing him across the room. you flew to where he landed, lifting the debris of his prior battle telekinetically and sending the slabs of concrete crashing into his body.

your feet touched down on the ground as you walked calmly towards his fallen body squirming under the projectiles. he shot up and out of the pile of rocks with a feral grin on his face.

"holy shit. you're nothing like my y/n." he set his fists and accelerated towards you.

you stopped him with the raise of your hand. his punch stuttered in time and space as he tried his hardest to push past your power and land a good one. you ducked under him, yanking at his ankle and slamming him to the ground so hard he bounced.

"yes," he chuckled lowly, wiping the blood dripping on his chin. "yes. can i take you home with me?"

"no."

"i'll fight you for it," he stood up, rolling his neck. you cringed when you heard the cacophony of cracks that followed. "wanna fight me for it?"

"s'not gonna be much of a fight." you smiled, shifting your weight before taking off again, gaining altitude and using your power as a jet engine to collide your leg with his face.

to your shock and horror, he just stood there and took it with a smile, his body skipping across the floor like a rock over a lake .

"oh..." he grinned, sliding to a stop and licking the blood off his teeth. "oh. i love you."

you blinked in confusion, tilting your head. your body warmed as you channeled your power again, a ball of energy accumulating over your palm. "i'm... going to kill you."

"i know!" he laughed, punching his fist into his palm as he got hyped up again. "that's the best part."

"you're actually enjoying this." you meant it as a question, but there was no room for debate. this mark was 100% delighted by the fact you were trying to kill him.

mark swayed on his feet, blood dribbling from his split lip. his breathing was uneven—you couldn't tell if it was from exertion or excitement—and of course that fucking grin was still there.

"you’re so fun," he groaned, licking his teeth. "i love my y/n, but i bet they could learned a thing or two from you—"

you didn’t let him finish. with a flick of your wrist, your energy surged forward, wrapping around his throat. his words choked off into a strangled gasp as you lifted him into the air.

"i'm not them," you said, voice steady even as you watched him gasp for air.

then, with a sharp twist—you snapped his neck. his body dropped to the floor, limp. you stared for a second, waiting for any signs of movement. nothing. finally, you let out a breath and turned away.

"ugh..."

you froze and spun around. his voice was wet, choked with laughter.

"you're not making it easy to stay away from you."

MOHAWK!MARK

"the penitentiary. prison's getting ransacked."

you were at the scene within the minute, zapping into existence just to see mark with a fuckass mohawk fighting off some heroes tasked with taking him in. they were unsuccessful of course, as when you arrived they were in piles of limbs and blood on the concrete.

his eyes flickered to you, widening in recognition. "y/n..?"

you raised your eyebrow. guess he knew you, or a version of you in his world. it didn't matter to you.

he lit up and tossed a severed hand to the side. "oh, hey!" he walked towards you. "what're you doing here, babe? i know you love when i go crazy but this is a biiiiit dangerous—"

you restricted his movement, pulling him towards you with your magic. you squeezed and squeezed until you heard his breath hitch. "i'm not your y/n."

"yeah, i can see that." he crooned, feigning an impressed tone. "you got a little power now? if you wanted me close, you don't have to be rough. just ask. i'm happy with any version of you." he failed to hide his little grunt, squirming in your hold.

if your grimace was any indication of your sentiment, he didn't take it to heart. he took it as motivation. he broke through your magic, pummeling through the air towards you. unfazed, you slapped him off course with a bolt of magic. he crashed into the wall with a groan.

mark stood up, the dust and rocks falling off his back. "my y/n was a sweetheart."

"i can be sweet," you mumbled more to yourself, brows furrowing as you strategized how to finish him off quickly.

"just not for me, though." mark grinned. "i see how it is. is it the hair?"

"kinda." your eyes flickered up to his hair and you couldn't stop the little smile on your face. all you could think about was your mark with that style. it worked on him, not that you'd admit it.

you picked him up and slammed him down, picked him up and slammed him down again, over and over until he was hanging limp in the air.

satisfied, you synthesized restraints from imagination and fastened them over him. you barely climbed out of the sunken crater you carved with his body when he coughed up blood, eyes fluttering.

you pressed a finger to your ear. "cecil, send someone else to bring this guy in. i've got to get back."

"you just gonna throw me around and leave?" he scoffed, words slurring together from the beating.

"someone's gonna take you in, and you're gonna tell us everything about how you got here." you sigh and barely spare him a glance over your shoulder.

"i won't talk." he sang teasingly.

"you will."

"i'll do it maybe if you come a little closer." he egged you on, a stupid little smirk on his face. "got something real special to say to you."

"shut up."

he groaned petulantly and started to push against your magical binds.

"stay." you narrowed your eyes.

his eyes darted up to yours, staring for a moment before huffing a short laugh. he leaned back against the caved-in pavement, man-spreading and getting comfy against the slope. "yes, ma'am."

VILTRUMITE!MARK

"he's off fighting spawn. the poor guy's probably already dead."

"got it."

"watch out for this one, y/n, he's..." cecil sucked in a breath. "i dunno. full viltrumite indoctrination?"

"i can handle him." you reassured him before phasing over to the variant's location.

you watched as he ripped the hero apart, flying him into the highway below for good measure. you soared down behind him, saving all the cars that were launched from the road and setting them down at a safe distance.

mark watched as the cars were gently rescued. he turned around like he had all the time in the world and looked pained upon seeing you.

"please no." he sighed softly. "they shouldn't have sent you."

"why not?" you humored him, stepping gracefully over the rubble.

"i won't stop all this. not even for you, my love."

"i'm not your y/n..." you pursed your lips, getting a faint sense of deja vu. you felt like you said this a few times already.

"don't worry, it'll be over soon. why don't you wait all this out—"

you teleport before he can finish, reappearing behind him mid-air. a surge of energy coils around your hands as you slam a concussive blast into his back. he stumbles forward, muscles tensing from the impact.

he spun around in a flash, hand gripping your throat as he shoves you back-first into the nearest building. the collision sent shockwaves rippling through the complex, glass shattering, debris crumbling to the ground.

"cute tricks." he breathed against your ear. "this is new. but don't make me fight you."

you stabbed your fingers into his pressure points, channeling your power through his nerves. his grip faltered for a fraction of a second, enough time for you to flip, plant your feet on his chest, and kick him off you.

mark spiraled back, barely catching himself mid-air. he wipes the blood from his lip from being effectively electrocuted, chest rising and falling.

"join me," he whispered, watching you in awe. "join me. we can rule the universe together."

"the fact that you think you can ask that and get a good answer proves that you don't know me at all."

"i do."

"you don't."

"we could have everything." he floats towards you. "power. control. be reasonable, won't you?"

you phase behind him again, placing one hand on his back and charging up your energy. he tries to turn around, but you're a second faster, releasing the pent-up force directly into him. mark grimaces in pain as the blast sends him spiraling into the air, flipping and tumbling before crashing into the ground below with a deafening thud.

you crashed onto the ground, unwilling to let him have another opportunity to get up. he saves you the trouble and holds a hand up in surrender.

"i won't fight you." he says simply.

you shake your head incredulously. "it's not a choice."

"i'll come find you when this is all over." he dismissed you easily, walking off your attacks.

"what—?"

he took off at supersonic speed, leaving you in the dust.

THE SURVIVORS

"they're all hovering over mark's house."

"what?! is—"

"debbie and oliver are fine. they're safe elsewhere." cecil cut you off.

you groaned and teleported over to mark's house. unfortunately, they were in your usual spot, hovering over the roof. you hung there in the air for a split second before they all pounced on you.

"we can't all have a y/n, can we?" full mask mark exclaimed, being the first to grab you and spin away from the group with you hidden safely behind him. "i'm taking them and mom back with me."

"you lost mom and y/n?" omnimark shook his head, like a father disappointed in a child. "how can you be trusted with this one?"

you narrowed your eyes. "i'm literally right here—"

"shut the fuck up." prison mark snapped at full mask mark, pushing past omnimark and jabbed a finger at the soft one of the bunch. "i'm tired of your bitching and whining. keep mom, i guess, i don't fuckin' care. but give 'em back."

"i hate you guys." sighed omnimark.

"who said you were getting them?" unmasked mark scoffed and crossed his arms.

"no one's getting me." you broke up the fight, momentarily forgetting that they were all mass murderers just cuz they had your pretty boyfriend's face.

"yeah, cuz you'd rather settle for that stupid fucking mark from this world."

"why'd you say his name like it's a slur?" you deadpanned. "aren't you all technically mark?"

"we're getting off topic." omnimark held out a hand to calm the congregation. "for what it's worth, i have my y/n safe and sound back home—"

"oh for fuck's sake."

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