Some domestic southern Conquest art for y'all to enjoy (while I suffer inside bc of the heat)

Conquest has been my ride or die since I started Invincible s4 ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

(alt. non-kitty ver below!)

That's such a good question, anon!! I love it!! I totally feel that. He's got serious Ms. Honey from Matilda vibes. He's def Papa and I feel like he gives the warmest, safest feeling hugs ever! 🥰

Grace feels really bad for you, or at least, he did at first. Rocky informed him of his plan to keep you and Grace started to protest until he heard you referencing a meme to Adrian that his students used to make jokes about. He was fully brought back to the days where he would avoid talking about a subject to prevent his class from making those references and going wild with laughter. He looked at you, really looked, and couldn't help but see you like one of his students. He still can't help it. You were laughing and Adrian was confused but the joy on your face made you look that much more youthful. He put his face in his hands. He couldn't let a kid go to space. Still can't. It's too dangerous and he knows that it's selfish but he'd miss you too much. After a few deep breaths, he agreed to Rocky's plan.

Nowadays, you've become a lot less rebellious, much to Grace's relief. Adrian restored the beach once you started behaving again and Rocky set up a movie projector for you to watch shows on. Rocky warned him that you were likely biding your time but Grace didn't care. He loved how much easier it was to care for you. He loved taking care of you. He'd always wanted a kid and here you were, absolutely perfect for him.

You were originally bundled up on the opposite side of the couch from him but once you fell asleep, he took advantage of the opportunity and sat next to you. You were always like a heat seeking missile with the way that you would always snuggle up to him when you slept. Grace loved it. Rocky was sitting in the armchair, enjoying the movie as Grace wrapped his arms around you and cuddled you more fully.

He laid down fully on the couch and pulled you down with him, laying behind you as he held you. Rocky quietly got off of the armchair and silently scuttled onto the back of the couch. Grace smiled. He knew that Rocky loved watching you both sleep. He gently untangled your blankets from around you before spreading them over both of your forms. He enjoyed the way that your body heat seeped into him and vice versa. He loved being able to feel your steady heartbeat while you rested. It was soothing. He missed human touch before you came to Erid. Rocky and Adrian tried their best but they couldn't come close to how comforting you were. He curled around you, holding you like one of his childhood plushies.

"Baby finally sleeping." Rocky said quietly from where he sat sentinel over his two humans.

Thank you!!! I feel like he'd think that he's very affectionate and an excellent caregiver and he would be, at least by Viltrumite standards. I think he'd see reader as a pet more than anything else and would take his husbandry responsibilities extremely seriously. He treats reader like one of those dog training influencers treats their Belgian malinois, despite reader having more of a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel temperament. Due to how he feeds them, reader's hair has never been shinier.

Being the pet of objectively the strongest being in the galaxy and potentially the universe was an unconventional career choice but you made it work. Well, it wasn't really a choice but you made that work too. You were sitting on the floor of his ship's throne room on a cushion that had been set out for you, messing around with one of the toys that he had given you.

“Pet, I would like for you to indulge in your… Primitive human instincts. I have done extensive research and humans enjoy cleaning and grooming one another in order to bond. Do so. Immediately.” Thragg stated firmly only feet away from you.

You yelped in surprise.

You slowly looked up at him from the weird treat dispensing puzzle that he had given you the first day that you had been on the Viltrumite ship. You liked the snacks inside and the games that you had to play to get them were very entertaining. You still hadn't gotten used to him floating around silently and you certainly didn't notice him sitting on another, significantly more regal looking cushion in front of you. You tried to process his words after he spoke but completely blanked. He had never requested anything like that from you. The only times that he touched you were to move you to a different part of the ship quickly. One time, you had woken up to him petting your head and back like a dog but neither of you had spoken about that after. You tried not to think about it too much. It was weird. He was weird.

Whatever. At least you were being fed and you didn't have to do laundry. You had your priorities straight.

“Uhhh… How do you mean…?” You asked as you set the toy down and put your hands in your lap.

“You are the human. Engage in the behavior.” Thragg said slightly more harshly.

“Well, yeah, but there are a lot of behaviors that you could be referring to…! Do you mean playing with your hair or touching your face or rubbing your shoulders or what? There are a lot of options here.” You tried to soothe as you saw his usual frown getting deeper.

“Do as you see fit.” Thragg replied, narrowing his eyes at you in a way that you knew meant that you should start as soon as physically possible.

You valued your life and the weird little yogurt fruit bites in your treat dispenser so you slowly reached up and began touching his hair. It was surprisingly soft. You used both hands to attempt to massage his scalp, though you mostly only succeeded in firmly petting his hair with your fingertips. You became more bold as you saw a lack of reaction and gently started touching his face. You'd think that an evil dictator would have rough skin but he didn't. You marveled at that softness as well and carefully tried pinching one of his cheeks. The skin didn't even slightly compress and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. It felt more like warm velvet on steel than anything else.

“Why do you have such a baby face if no one can squish it?” You asked after a while of getting more comfortable.

“I didn't tell you to talk. I told you to engage in the behavior.” Thragg said in a warning tone.

“Sorry.” You apologized weakly.

He's in his batsuit, of course, as he carries you from building to building. You're terrified of falling hundreds of feet, naturally, so you cling to him like a baby koala. His usual scowl has transformed itself into a small smile. You hadn't ever held onto him like this before. You usually didn't want any physical contact with him. Normally, he had to tie you up or weigh you down with his bodyweight to get cuddles and he was relishing this.

By the time you both get the roof that he picked out for the best view, you're shaking like a traumatized Chihuahua. He doesn't mind. You're so scared that you let him sit you in his lap and wrap his cape around you like a blanket without a peep. He luxuriates in the feeling of holding you as he keeps his arms locked around you and enjoys the weight of you in his lap. He breathes in the smell of you as he keeps your head tucked under his chin and the rest of you pressed up against his chest.

You jump when the first firework explodes and hide your face in his chest. He knows it's a side effect of living in Gotham for too long. He used to feel bad about it before he realized that he could use it to his advantage. You're too cute for him not to take every opportunity to curl up with you.

"Aren't you going to look, sweetheart? I brought you out to see the fireworks, not just to listen to them." He murmurs teasingly before pressing a kiss to your temple.

He chuckles as he watches you desperately shake your head 'no' and gently begins rubbing circles into your back. He sighs happily and nuzzles into your hair as the fireworks light up your terrified face. He reaches into his utility belt and carefully grabs a handful of your favorite candies, then brings them up to your lips. There's nothing that he enjoys more than holding you and taking care of you so this is his personal slice of paradise.

"There you go, honey. It's a treat for the holiday and for behaving so well. You haven't tried to leave my side so you deserve to have your favorite." He hums approvingly as you begin to shakily eat from his hand.

was wondering if we can get a platonic yandere grayson family 👀👀

I had not yet considered this as an option, anon! Thank you so much for the idea and for opening my eyes!!!! It truly delights my soul!!!! I was very inspired by Nolan’s interaction with Art for this because in the eyes of pretty much everyone on Earth, Omni-Man is a total psycho willing to kill Invincible and thousands of humans for no good reason.

“Sorry, big man. I can’t go to space with you right now. Maybe another time?” You say hesitantly as you stare up at Nolan floating just above your balcony.

You had been co-authors before he fought Mark and destroyed Chicago. You knew that he was Omni-Man after Debbie let it slip in your early days of working together and the three of you had grown very close. You helped pick up the pieces after he left, being a shoulder to cry on for Debbie, an outside source of advice for Mark, and a favorite babysitter for Oliver. Those friendly feelings of comradery and kinship towards Nolan had entirely disappeared since then but that didn’t mean that you were dumb enough to be rude to him. You smiled up at him weakly, images of the aftermath of Chicago and Mark’s mangled face and body flashing through your mind. Nolan didn’t seem to realize how freaked out you were and simply continued beaming at you like you were the sweetest thing.

“You know me, kid. It’s not like I’m a stranger. We work well together! Anyway, the whole family is going and I want you to come with. Oliver is in the hospital and I know it would cheer him up if he saw your smiling face when he woke up. It would be nice for him to have a little extra bit of home with him while he heals. He told me all about what a help you’ve been to Debbie and how much everyone still loves being around you.” He responded warmly as he floated closer to you, much to your dismay.

“I’m really sorry about Oliver but I can’t make it. I have a get well card if it would be okay to send with you instead…! I have a bunch of deadlines and I’m heading to the airport for a different trip. I’m all packed and ready to go overseas. I have to get this research done for my book.” You said as you backed away from your sliding glass door, which he seemed to take as an invitation to come in instead of a way to make more space between the two of you.

“Well, it’s perfect then if you’re already packed! You can just come with! I’m sure that your editors won’t mind if you come back with a whole food and travel guide to the Coalition of Planets! I just know that they’ll eat it up.” He said cheerfully as he flew past you into your room, began picking up your luggage like it all weighed nothing, and entirely ignored your excuses.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, Nolan. I could lose my job and I can’t really afford that. And since you… Since you left, I’ve had to take on a lot more of the writing so I don’t really have time for things that aren’t scheduled in advance.” You replied carefully, your eyes wide and your heart hammering in your chest as you watched him.

He seemed to take it as you being upset with him for work reasons instead of the plethora of other reasons that you were. You didn’t care about the book, to be entirely honest. It was pretty lame in comparison to escaping Omni-Man with your life. Nolan sped towards you and you flinched. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up in a hug as he rested his chin on the top of your head. You froze as he cuddled you like a teddy bear.

“I’m sorry, kiddo. I know I left you in the lurch and that’s my bad. I’m trying to make things better with the people that I care about and you’re one of them. That’s why I’m taking you on this trip! You love going on adventures! I’m making things up to you by taking you on an amazing adventure, the coolest you've ever been on.” He murmured affectionately as he continued cradling you. 

You were too afraid to tell Nolan no outright so you let him carry you and your luggage back to Debbie’s house. What could you do about it? You were too afraid of him. You saw how Mark and Debbie acted when you both arrived and it didn’t take you long to figure out that they were in on it and that you couldn’t ask for help. You mostly stayed quiet for the trip through space. You filled your time with writing, giving the excuse that since it was your first time in space, you wanted to document it for other travelers. Debbie seemed to think that it was sweet and Nolan offered to tell you some tips and tricks. Mark just seemed happy to sit next to you on the couch in the common room and would regularly fall asleep on your shoulder while you wrote. After arriving, you spent every second by Oliver’s side. You told the Graysons that it was to help with your peace of mind and they bought the excuse.

When Oliver woke up, things were even more awkward for you. Nolan praised you for watching over him for so long and Oliver practically velcroed himself to your side. It was only after Nolan told him the story of how you got there that Oliver began questioning why you looked so nervous all of the time.

“So… You’re okay with being here, right? I know Dad can be a bit… Pushy.” Oliver questioned during a picnic lunch that the both of you went on, clearly worried that you hated him for being the cause of your more than questionably consented to trip.