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Things I don't write: 🚫 Underage 🚫 RPF

✨Fanfiction Masterlist✨

Tag: #rorofic - My AO3

Invincible:

Giving Earth a Chance (Thragg x F!Reader, Ongoing) | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 | Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 | | Ch. 13 | Ch. 14 | Ch. 15 | Ch. 16 | Ch. 17 | Ch. 18 | Ch. 19 | Ch. 20 | Ch. 21 |

Just a volunteer (Thragg x F!Reader, Request, Complete) | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 |

Earth makes for a great retirement home (Conquest chilling on Earth, Ongoing) | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 |

As red and pure as blood (Thragg's backstory, Ongoing) | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 |

Dacryphilia (Thragg x GN!Reader, OneShot)

Blood Play (Thragg x F!Reader, OneShot)

Crybaby (Thragg x GN!Reader, Request)

To be loved (Thragg x Kregg OneShot)

Christmas Markets (Kregg x Female OC, OneShot)

A Viltrumite's Pet (Several x Reader, OneShot Collection Ongoing) Prologue | Ch. 1 |

Pet Play (Conquest x GN!Reader, OneShot)

Not Gay At All (Viltrumite OC x Human OC, OneShot)

First Impressions (Nolan & Allen, OneShot)

Mr. A's Farm:

Milking (Milton x Little A, OneShot)

✨Fanarts✨

Tag: #roroart

Aarn (Invincible OC) tag: #oc: Aarn Angela (Invincible OC) tag: #oc: Angela Darian (DnD OC) tag: #oc: Darian

✨Unrelated stuff you can mute✨

#rorospeaks <- my ramblings #rorodachi life <- my ramblings, but specific to Tomodachi Life

«Maybe I should go check that new gym out,» you muttered. «Huh?» Your colleague gave you a look, raising a questioning eyebrow at you before giving a couple of pastries to the client waiting for them, the usual pleasantries following suit. «I mean, look at her,» you exclaimed, keeping your voice low as you nodded toward the woman who had just grabbed a coffee to go and was not walking towards the exit. She was nothing short of a goddess—her long, grey braid swinging with her every step. «How old is she? Fifty? Sixty? I’d pay good money to be half as cool as she is at her age.» «I mean, same,» Juliet replied as she joined you in cleaning the front, now that you had time to do so. «She’s super hot and her aura is something else, and… same, really. But I thought you liked how you looked, you’re always so confident.» «Don’t get me wrong, I do. Really. But I wouldn't mind some extra muscles and maybe fixing my shrimp posture,» you chuckled. 

It had taken you years, but it was finally true. You did like, no, love your body and all the extra weight you’d gained in time. Not that you’d ever really been thin before. Even as a kid, you were a plump one. Looking back it was rather normal—a lot of children are chubby. Unfortunately for you, though, that used to be a sore spot for you and bullies had picked that up quickly. You were an easy target and they could smell fear and insecurity, as mean kids do. Thus why you ended up hating your body for a good part of your life. You tried a lot of good and bad things to try and lose weight: dieting, exercising at home, sketchy drugs. Yet none worked, you were always the same. Thick and plump, with belly rolls and thighs that tore more than just a few pairs of jeans. You tried hiding under your clothes for years—wearing baggy shirts and dresses that did not compliment you at all but, at least, they covered the way your fat sat on your body.  But your face, you couldn’t cover that.  The way your cheeks would look whenever you smiled; your double chin that wouldn’t disappear even if you tried to press your tongue to your palate, no matter how hard you pushed it up.

If someone asked you when you stopped hating your looks, you wouldn’t have been able to pinpoint the exact moment. It had been something that started slow, yet continued steadily.  The body positivity movement, the way actors and singers and famous people were starting to not always be pencil thin, and still got called beautiful.  Graduating high school, meeting new people. More mature ones, especially when you started working next to older ones. People whose body looked similar to yours, yet had the confidence to wear tight clothes and rocking them. People who hyped you up, that even helped you find your style when you asked them to. People that grew to be your friends and that had never, ever said anything negative about your body, ever. People that just looked past that, to the person you were and not just your looks. It gave you confidence to be seen beyond your body type and your weight.  Sure, there had been hiccups here and there. Partners that made unsavory comments, and strangers that did the same.  Sometimes you were still that kid that felt like every single kilogram of fat she had was a sin she had to atone for, but most of the time you were at home in your own skin.

But lately, you had started to want to be more active. Not to change the way you looked, just to have your body be a little more functional than it was.  You’ve never been fond of sports or exercising, having always considered yourself quite a lazy person when it came to physical activities. You’d rather stay at home and read a book or go out and watch a movie rather than go out for a jog. Sip a drink on the poolside rather than swim until you can’t breathe anymore and every muscle in your body is sore and aching. Alas, you were aware that wasn’t the best for your own health. Getting short-breathed after a few ramps of stairs, struggling to carry heavy things by yourself, and so on. You knew you had to do something about that, especially if you wanted to have some semblance of good health as you grew old. You had no intention of becoming a helpless old lady—not if you could help it, at least. And you had procrastinated doing something of the sort for a long time now. Maybe the new gym opening right next to the coffee shop you worked at was a sign sent from above, you thought to yourself.

«If you do go you have to tell me everything about the hotties there,» Juliet giggled. You nodded as you went along with your duties, refilling the pastry display as a few more customers made their way inside. You knew the reason behind her words—since the gym had opened, you’d seen a significant increase in hot and fit people in very tight clothes coming and going. Which was great for business, although it meant you had more work to do on a daily basis. You enjoyed working there, at the Chococoffee—a name that you wouldn’t have picked in a million years for a business, but you had found yourself growing fond of it over time. It was a small, hole in the wall coffee shop and bakery, the front big enough to host just a few seats where regulars usually sat a few minutes before going to work in the morning. You’d gotten to know them over time, as the clientele was modest but incredibly loyal—so much so that you’d know everyone’s name and order by heart by now. That is, until the new people started showing up. After a couple of months you’d picked up some of their names—mostly because of how unusual some were. The woman who had just left, for example—Thula. She had to spell it out to you and your colleague, neither of you would’ve guessed there was an H somewhere there. But, most interesting, you had not picked up their usual order. Because most of them seemed not to have one. They ordered different things every time—a chocolate croissant with a cappuccino once; then just a black americano; a cream filled donut with a glass of milk the next time; and so on. Weird, but you were paid to serve them and not to question their tastes, so you shrugged your thoughts away quickly.

Once you were done with your shift and ate a quick lunch, you walked down the road to stare at the gym entrance. The neon white and gray logo staring right back at you—Vital Gym - Health & Fitness. You knew yourself, you dreaded going inside, putting yourself in a completely unfamiliar place and situation. So you hesitated, standing a few steps away from the entrance as you kept on staring up at the sign. Sure, people online said gym people never judge others, and yet you had seen the videos mocking the ones that didn’t know how to do exercises, or that looked goofy, or… you were making yourself even more anxious than you already were. But you had your reasons, right? All of the people that came from the gym to the café looked so muscular and cool, and you were just… you. Self-consciousness wrapping around your stomach and constricting it, making you feel as if you were that insecure, bullied kid once again.

«You forgot to lock the door, and I couldn’t sleep, so…» Starting the conversation by trying to justify yourself was not the brightest move, you realized as the words left your mouth. But anxiety was rising quickly in you, making your palms sweaty as your eyes darted from the vastness of space in front of you, to the man standing still next to you. «I did not forget—that door was never locked.» «What?» Did you hear him right? «I told you not to leave without me, but you were never really a prisoner there. I trusted you’d understand the situation and, if you were to leave as you did now, you wouldn’t be fool enough to go around the ship and talk about what you are not supposed to talk about. Was I mistaken?» «No, I… I kept your secret. Thanks for trusting me, although you could’ve told me the door was unlocked…» At that, Thragg raised an eyebrow at you, staying quiet. «Ok, but that’s not the point. I wanted to talk, Thragg.»

«Everything you’ve told me about you and your people is… bad. Really, really bad. By human standards you are inexcusable and unforgivable, you know. You’ve killed so, so many people, and done so much worse to who knows how many others.» You kept your eyes low as you spoke, afraid to meet his. «And what you’ve done to me, too. That’s… not as bad, in the grand scheme of things, but you hurt me, Thragg. Intimately. You made me feel scared, terrified, and powerless. If it weren’t for my powers, I- I couldn’t have stopped you. Just the thought of that, I… I can’t even tell you how it makes me feel. It’s not something I can just pretend never happened, something I can just forgive and forget.» You paused, fingers fidgeting as you held your arms down your sides.  Thragg was staring at you, you could feel the weight of his gaze on you. Yet you dared not to look at him, not until you were done speaking, not wanting to have his reaction change your words.

«This said, I believe in second chances. Even in third and fourth ones, for what matters. Maybe that’s dumb, but it’s how I am. And I really, really believe that you and your people could do and be so, so much better. You can’t undo all the damage you’ve done, but you can work hard to atone for the pain you caused. You can bring good to the universe, while helping your people get back on their feet and rebuild your species. You have the power to do so, and I’m sure your people have the will as well. If you do have the will… Well, that is up to you, Thragg.» «If you’re willing to go down that path, I… I’d like to be by your side.» You curled your hands into fists as you spoke those words—feelings are hard to express, aren’t they? «And I’m not saying that everything between us is now fixed and we’re all good and we can just be lovey dovey—when I said I can’t just easily move on from what you’ve done to me, I meant it. Coming back from what happened, is- it’s hard, Thragg. But I’m willing to endure what it takes if it means I can help in some ways. That’s- that’s what I do,» you nodded to yourself, your voice growing more feeble the more you spoke.

The two of you stilled, in silence. He was looking at you, taking in your figure as you kept on staring down to the surface of the moon, still unsure about meeting his gaze. «Thank you, little one,» he spoke after a couple of minutes, his voice uncharacteristically warm. «I would still like for you to be my mate, but I will not force you into such a role. Whatever you decide, I will respect it. But know that, if at first my interest in you was merely because you were a promising breeding stock, I feel different towards you now. And I really mean it. I have grown to feel not merely attraction towards you, but affection as well.» «I care for you, too… In a way,» you replied, hesitant on how to explain everything you were feeling.  «When you told me you were immortal, I held onto that in a way that was desperate to say the least. You gave me hope, hope that I won’t die alone after having buried and forgotten everyone I’ve ever known. That’s why I looked past your weirdness and half-truths. And that’s still part of why I want to stick by your side, despite… despite everything that you are, despite what you’ve done. And I know I’m being egoistic and a part of me is very angry at myself for that, while another one is muttering I’m doing the right thing. And I don’t know if it’s the right thing or not, I feel like I should hate you for what you’ve done and for who you are, but still… I can’t bring myself to blame you completely. You, just like everyone, are just the child of your upbringing. You are like you are because that’s all you’ve ever known, and despite that, now… I mean, it took you longer than it should have, but you stopped. And you didn’t kill my friends despite them knowing the secret of your people. And- and you didn’t even scream or get angry at me for that.»

«And even the fact that you… I mean, you let me think that I was locked inside your chambers, but you trusted me enough to not actually lock me there. All these things, they might seem small but they are not—and they mean something. They must mean something.» «You said that yourself, you are changing and I think everyone can see that, and I- I’m probably talking in circles now and maybe not even making any sense and-» His hand on your shoulder made you stop and finally look at him, mouth open as his dark eyes stared into your soul. His expression as serious as ever, and yet his features soft in a way you hadn’t seen before. «I understand. And I thank you again for your words and your willingness to bear with me and what I am.»

«How’s Mark doing?» You asked, changing the subject. There was so much in your head, and yet talking about it all was so hard. One step at a time, you thought. You have the time if nothing else. «He’s stable. He still has to regain consciousness, but it is probably going to be any day now.» You had gone to see him, Thragg by your side, almost every day since you had been on the ship. And Atom Eve too, from what Thragg told you. He wasn’t keen on letting anyone on board since it was not necessary, but in the end agreed to let her come and go, as long as she didn’t wander around. She spent hours there, sometimes just standing next to him until she fell asleep, other times talking and talking and talking—Thragg said. You also came to learn that Dinosaurus was there, working alongside Thragg’s scientists. That you learnt the hard way, almost getting a heart attack the first time you crossed paths. You expected him to be in prison, but instead he was there with you. Because he was a terrorist, yes, but also a genius, and fit well on a Viltrumite ship—although Mr. Stedman probably wasn’t too happy about that.

«And you still haven’t told anyone else about…» You paused for a moment, making sure nobody was around to hear you. «Nolan?» You could tell by the way his lips pressed together and his jaw tensed, that he did not want to talk about it yet again with you. «No. And for the hundredth time, I shall not do so.» «And yet you know it’s wrong, don’t you?» He let go of your shoulder, crossing his arms to his chest as he raised an eyebrow at you. «I’m not completely dumb, you know? I haven’t seen you wearing that mantle once since you made the discovery. Do you even sit on the throne?» «You’re more observant than what I gave you credit for, I admit it.» «If you don’t want to talk about it with Nolan yet, why don’t you talk to Kregg? From what I’ve seen he cares a lot about you.» «He cares for the good of the Empire like we all do.» «No, no, it’s not just that. He really cares about you, like, personally. Like humans do. He begged… no, that’s maybe too strong of a term but trust me, he really tried to make me like you and see you as more than just the socially awkward man you were when we met in the beginning.» «He interfered with our date.» «But it worked,» you chuckled. «He’s fond of you, Thragg, and… he knows you and all the technical things of your Empire more than I do. Maybe you should try and talk to him.» «Little one, the moment I were to tell him the truth, he’d bow to Nolan.» «I… wouldn’t be so sure,» you muttered, pressing your lips together as you thought. They had known each other for centuries if not more and, from what Thragg told you, Kregg really seemed like just a soldier. Just a Viltrumite, loyal to his Grand Regent—acting as his right arm. And yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to him, that the man you’d known on Earth really was Kregg, not just a persona made to fit there. You could see it in the way he looked at Tania, in the way he spoke about her—and in the way he tried to make you fall for Thragg, the little things he did to push the two of you closer. He cared for him as a person, not just as a Regent, but Thragg didn’t seem to understand or believe it.

«And Nolan? You said you were friends, maybe-» «That’s out of the question,» he cut you off, giving you a stern look. «Plus, he’s in prison in Talescria at the moment—which is for the better.» You blinked a couple of times, dumbfounded. «He’s… in prison?» Not that he didn’t deserve it, but it still felt weird to imagine someone like Omni-Man to be and actually stay in prison. «He’s probably staying there of his own free will—I doubt they’d be able to hold him there, would he want to leave.» Thragg explained, sensing your question. «And you’re not going to talk to him once he comes back…?» «If he comes back. And I doubt he would come back to us. Still, the answer is no.» «Well then, Kregg-» «Cut it off, little one. This matter does not concern you.»

«Except it does, you know. I’m tied to you, now that I know this secret.» «You wanted to know.» «And you told me, you didn’t lie. Did you really expect me to not pester you about it? Not to have an opinion on what to do? I’m very opinionated.» «Of that I am aware. Painfully so.» «For exalmpe—and what I am about to say is really radical of me—, why keep up the Empire? Like, at all.» Thragg didn’t need to speak, the pointy look he threw at you was enough to show you that your words were, in fact, extremely radical. «I might be biased,» you didn’t desist. «Human empires have a tendency to be incredibly bad for everyone involved apart from the ones ruling them, then fall. And I’m not the best in politics, but… what need do you have for an empire that colonizes others just because, supposedly, everything is meant to be yours? Especially now that… I mean, you and your people are not what you were before you came to Earth.» «You are up past your bedtime, little one. Let me get you back to your chambers.» «Ahah. Very funny.» «I’m serious. You are talking about things that you do not understand, when you should be sleeping. You need to rest.»

He didn’t give you time to reply as he turned around to leave, expecting you to follow him. You’d come to learn that, when he acted like that, there was no point in trying and arguing with him. So you quickly walked to keep his pace next to him, staring at him as you went. «Why don’t you sleep, too, tonight?» Your question grants you a look from him, his eyebrow raising. «Viltrumites do not need to sleep, little one.» «I know, but sleeping is nice. Plus what is it that you have to do all night that you can’t sleep for a few hours? Staring outside the window with a scowl?» «Is that what you think I do when we are not together?» «For a good chunk of the day, yes.»

Thragg had started to find it almost endearing how easily you could get under his skin, although he wasn’t sure himself when you meant to do that and when you were just speaking your truth without jest. He’d also noticed how you’d stopped teasing him once he fell silent—were you testing his limits, trying to see how much you could push before he’d get pissed? He wasn’t sure of that either, but he knew that you wouldn’t manage pissing him off. If anything, he was a man of infinite patience. For most things, at least. Because when it came to you, he found himself to be quite impatient. Now that you knew everything, now that you were there, in his ship, in his chambers. On Argall’s throne, he was impatient to see you everyday, to hear you talk. To watch as you slowly opened up to him, despite what had happened. And he was afraid, beyond himself. Afraid you’d finally say what he did to you was unforgivable and that you wanted nothing else to do with him. The man he was before he’d met you, would have ignored such words and locked you up for himself to keep and abuse. But the man he had become couldn’t bring himself to do so. He knew he’d let you go, although he didn’t know what would happen to him after.

So now that you had finally come and talked to him, telling him that you were willing to give him another chance… he felt relieved. He could almost look past how pushy you’d been with coming clean with Argall’s bloodline, although he knew you weren’t wrong. He had to do something, he was just unsure about what to do. But that thought could wait, for now. For a night, at least. A night in which you’d asked him to sleep in the same room with you.  He wasn’t sure why, but as he watched you make the bed—you’d apologized as you both entered the chambers, you’d left in a hurry and the bed was a mess, two minutes and you’ll make it, you said—, he smiled. You were too busy fixing the sheets and fluffing up the pillows to notice how fondly he looked at you.

As you said something about going to change in the bathroom, he decided to take off his own clothes there. Piece after piece until he was left with just his pants, folding the rest in a neat manner and placing them on the nightstand. Once you walked out of the bathroom, you couldn't help but look him up and down for a moment—and it made him feel quite proud of himself and his physique, if just for a moment. «Which side do you sleep on?» You asked, pointing at the bed. «Either one is fine.» «I’ll pick this one then,» you muttered, laying down on the side you usually slept on, waiting for Thragg to come to bed.  You had put on the same shirt you had when Cecil had brought you there—you had told Thragg how yes, humans do change clothes to go to sleep. Most of them, at least, while some don’t bother and some sleep naked and so on.  Viltrumites barely slept and just… didn’t bother. Especially since they usually slept for a few minutes to maybe an hour at a time, doing what humans called “napping”. Sleeping a full night was something Thragg himself hadn’t done in centuries, something he wasn’t really looking forward to doing. Because when he sleeps for that many hours, it’s more likely that he will dream. And in dreams, he is powerless.

«Keep a respectful distance,» you muttered, giving him a look before closing your eyes. Thragg sat on the other side of the bed—it being big enough for the two of them to be far from one another, and then some. He wasn’t quite laying down, rather sitting on the bed with his back propped up against the headboard and his arms crossed. Looking at you as your breath began slowing down, your muscles relaxing. «There’s one thing,» you mumbled, already half-asleep, opening one eye to look back at Thragg. «I want to go outside.» «I can see that it is done, little one. Now sleep,» he cooed, his voice incredibly soft as he watched your face, a smile forming on your lips.  Despite everything, you felt at ease in his presence.