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How it feels when you try to find a fanfic where the MC/reader isn't a white tiny woman, who for some reason isn't capable of intelligent thoughts and just keeps crying and following the ML/romantic interest like she is a child who keeps needing saving and crying
She is also either tiny and small or "chubby" (it's not chubby it's literally just the same white girl with huge breasts and big ass and thighs)
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Who fell first of the Viltrumites? Who fell harder?
Pairing: Thragg, Kregg, Conquest, Nolan x gn!human!reader
Note: Testing rn if I should keep the font big or small like this, lmk which one is better/more pleasant to read pls!
Thragg // The Grand Regent
You fell first.
Humans are lowly lifeforms. They are barbaric, their society is crumbling and they are simply disgusting. Blending in amongst them will be the most humiliating thing Thragg will ever be doing in his life. That is what he told himself, at first. He clung onto the hope that he will not fall further from grace than he already has; loosing the emperor, his people and his home. And yet…
Thragg was simply baffled at the amount of customisation a simple cup of coffee possesses. Standing in front of a teenage-looking barista that has seen better days, he crossed his arms, scanning the pretty pictures of drinks and whatnot, trying to find something normal. You had to step in from the side and order him just a plain black coffee. You even footed the bill!
You found it charming how positively dense he seemed to be and how bluntly he answered every question you asked him. He was looking miserable by simply existing. Just how bitchty can a resting-bitch face be?
Thragg found you annoying at first. A curious human probing something it cannot understand just yet, testing boundaries. He’s surprised you didn’t actually poke him yet. Although, he’s not sure why he entertained your curiosity and engaged in conversation for as long as he did.
“Are you finished talking?”
~
He fell much harder.
Oh, but how the mighty have fallen. You were incredibly persistent to get to know him, even managed to get a second and third meeting out of him. You taught him how to order the coffee he liked, how to style clothes properly, how to function within a human society without coming off as a prude or an idiot. You were patient with him without coming off as overbearing. You were caring.
You supported, assured and gave him the perfect way to blend in with humans while being blissfully unaware of what he truly is. Being with you as your boyfriend could help his image. That is what he told himself at the start of your relationship. This was purely pretend for him. Kissing is disgusting, holding hands unnecessary and repeated dates draining, but slowly, he began enjoying his time with you. Really enjoying it.
His mind drifted away from his anger and disgust for this planet. Thragg found himself more often than not imagining your face in his head, closely analysing your features. He nitpicks every conversation he ever had with you and found himself relaxing when thinking of your smile. You eased his ever-stiff shoulders and his guard slowly lowered with every passing minute he spent with you. Suddenly, holding you close doesn’t seem like a chore anymore. It’s something he desperately craved.
“I thought about this cat café you mentioned. My curiosity is piqued, let’s visit this establishment.”
☀︎
(It’s implied Kregg had both male and female partners before you)
Kregg // Second in Command
He fell first.
His mission was to repopulate the Viltrumite race on earth, interbreeding with humans. At first, Kregg’s mind was set to fulfil that mission to the best of his abilities; he mostly hung around bars and clubs after hearing that most “hook-ups”, as humans call this coupling, happen in these areas. He discovered the joys of alcohol and nicotine, then that of bikes and some pleasant company. All was well.
That was until he sauntered up to you with two drinks, one for you to sip on while he delivers his usual, well-practiced, smooth pick-up lines and one for him to keep the pleasant buzz going. It didn’t take long for him to notice that you don’t seem all too impressed, yet you indulged him here and there and gave him a playful answer. It amused him.
Over the course of the next few evenings, he learned that you are somewhat of a regular, visiting the same bar he is almost every evening. Kregg proceeded to buy you drinks, share a cig if you want and invite you to hang out somewhere. Again and again, you declined, rolled your eyes with a grin and sent him away. At this point, Kregg is head over heels for you. You’re witty, so blatant with toying with him and he keeps letting you. He could wander off to find a different mate or partner, but he wants *you.*
“If you give me one chance, I’ll buy you two- no, three more drinks.”
~
You fell harder.
How could you not? Kregg, somehow, managed to be much better than you imagined him to be. It was fun seeing him try to pick you up again and again with attempts to charm you, but you didn’t believe anything serious would come of this fun banter. Yet, it did.
One date at the bar turned into two, turned into a trip on bikes and to heading out for some lunch, visiting his apartment… You stopped counting after that one. Kregg is a bit flirty at first, sure, but he’s also chivalrous, old-fashioned in a good way and oddly talented at making you blush and melt.
He knows what to say, when to say it but also when to shut his mouth and enjoy the quiet moment. You love the way he is so casually affectionate with you and how he makes you feel seen and actually cherished stirs something incredibly warm within you.
“You’re looking at me with those eyes again. What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?”
☀︎
Conquest // Second Strongest Viltrumite
He fell first.
Humans are fragile, their lives are precious and so easily destroyed. Conquest usually views them, and other inferior races, are mere ants. He would not morn after them if he were to accidentally step on them— and it was no different with humans. Yet, he’s supposed to live amongst them for the sake of the mission and control his strength. It’s for the greater purpose, he reminds himself on the daily as someone bumps into his broad frame for the umpteenth time.
In order to blend in with the humans, he must interact with them. So, seeing you stubbornly struggle carry your five bags of groceries, Conquest offered to help. He carried your paper bags to your front door and for his kindness, you offered the teddy-bear-looking-man to step inside and have a drink and some cookies as thanks.
What? First, he shows you kindness by helping you with your foods, and now you want to top his kindness by being even nicer? You humans are nonsensical. Why not send him on his way and never look back? What’s the point? Though, now that he’s munching on these so called chocolate-chip-cookies, he has to admit, they’re not too bad. And those pictures on the wall, are those your friends? Family? You look so happy in each of them. Your home is decorated in a way that makes him feel welcome, oddly enough. Although he is taking in a lot of space.
And what’s this? Ice tea? Delicious.
“I will visit you again.”
~
He fell much, much harder.
You’re just too sweet and kind to him and Conquest doesn’t feel like he deserves it at all. You touch his face and scar like it is worth touching, you talk and treat him like he is worth sharing your day and life with. Without you, he’s lonely and miserable, as he is supposed to be. Viltrum’s second strongest soldier, conquerer of worlds, doesn’t need to be pampered by the likes of you, yet he craves your attention and affection.
He finds everything about you fascinating and can’t stop his eyes from glancing over you again and again. His hands search to touch your skin and slowly pull you against his body to hold you. It’s selfish, but he loves you more than he should.
Oh, he is incredibly selfish for keeping you to himself, and Conquest knows that. You deserve more and you deserve a better, younger, more loving mate. Someone who is not a decrepit and depraved Viltrumite that craves to bathe his hands in hot blood. You want your fingers to be covered in flavour dust from your chips or to have his holding yours. When they’re clean, that is.
“Are you sure you want me as your mate? I am not as suitable as others will be. You need to be happy, with or without me.”
☀︎
(Pre season 1)
Nolan Grayson // Omni-man
You fell first.
Omni-man. The superhero that appears to be everywhere at once and manage to fight supervillains and monsters without breaking into a sweat! Not that you would mind seeing a sweaty Omni-man— you’re one of his biggest fans, keeping up with public appearances, merch drops and wherever he happens to be in the world right now.
One fateful and very lucky day, your hometown was being attacked by some low-level reptile mutant. You were corner by the oversized lizard until Omni-man himself stepped in, grabbing the creature by the tail and throwing it off to space.
The moment he turned to face you and showed you his stupid, assuring smile and muttered a simple “Are you okay?” you almost fainted and folded right then and there. You swear your face melted off by the amount of heat accumulating in your cheeks. Somehow you were still coherent enough to immediately and not very smoothly ask him on a date.
“A date? I… am not sure you’d like to go out with someone like me, but sure? Why not.”
~
He fell harder.
You’re adorable. The way you still squirm and blush a little when Nolan leans over to cup your face and kiss you, how you get giddy when seeing him in his superhero costume and how you pamper him with food, affection and cuddles after hard missions.
Nolan is infinitely glad to have you as his mate. You’re considerate, affectionate and the perfect partner to keep up his polished and integrated appearance to Cecil and whoever else might be watching. Although the latter isn’t at the top of his priority list anymore.
He wants you to be as content around him as he is around you. Nothing could tear him away from you once he has his legs interlocked with yours, his arms tugging yours to wrap more around him as you spoon him from the back— the way he loves it.
“We gotta save on our gas bill and cuddle as much together as we can in order to stay warm. No— no, we’re not struggling, hun, I was joking—“
☀︎
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
Ugh. I was of Indian food while writing and editing this. I don’t know the exact name for the dish but it was ride with mango curry and chicken with garlic naan. UGH. SO DELICIOUS. Anyways, I had lots of fun writing this! Also, I love the idea of Thragg being highly annoyed by reader asking a lotta invading questions but he’s putting up with it because he’s lowk enjoying it
I’m testing if large letters or smaller letters are more pleasant and more aesthetic, so feedback is much appreciated!! Also, my inbox is open for requests, asks or just for yapping!!
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!
