#invincible fic

When you open your window to let Mark inside, he’s already talking. His apologies and his excuses run together, your name discernable every few words.

“Mark,” you call, leaning back on your bed. “Did you get lost on the way over here again?”

He tenses, then exhales when he sees your smile. “Maybe,” he admits softly.

“Where were you coming from?”

“Uh, somewhere that started with a C or a K.” He nods once, then adds, “It was hot.”

“How did you pass any geography class?” you wonder.

“It- it’s not that bad.” He moves toward you, running his fingers along your arm as he looks down at you. “I mean, I’m not helpless.”

“Mark, sweetheart, you know I like you, but you can’t even tell me what continent you were on,” you murmur, lifting a hand to capture his. “Luckily, I’m not in this purely for your directional capabilities.”

Mark hums, watching you trace his fingers. He swallows, fails to speak twice, then asks, “Why are you in this?”

You sigh, tugging his arm gently. “You’re so cute.”

“Thanks.”

Laughing, you stand, keeping your hand in Mark’s. “What are we doing? You’re late enough that pretty much everything is closed, but we can watch a movie or order something.”

“Sorry,” he offers. “I could go get something?”

“You don’t have to make up for being late with authentic foreign cuisine,” you remind him. “You’ll be late, I get it. Saving the world takes precedence over rewatching Magnum P.I.”

Mark narrows his eyes, his fingers tightening around your palms. “You started without me,” he accuses.

You don’t bother denying it, pressing a kiss to his chin before you say, “Just one episode.”

“You mean the two-part premiere?”

“Okay, two episodes. You went to Hawaii last month and didn’t even bring me back a shell.”

Mark considers your argument, then tips his head and fixes those irresistible brown eyes on you. “Even?” he asks.

“Even.”

Mark leads you to your living room, more comfortable in your space than you thought he would be. The first time he came over, he kept his hands in his pockets and looked like he thought you were going to dump him every time he took a breath.

“You never answered the question,” Mark remembers as he opens the fridge.

“Because you’re smart enough to figure it out on your own,” you murmur.

Mark gives you a look that makes you second guess if that’s true.

For all the little kisses you’ve given Mark, he’s never kissed you back. He’ll trail off mid-sentence when you kiss his jaw, freeze when your lips find his bicep, and hide against you when you kiss him in public. Though you can’t decipher whether or not it’s because the affection is too much for him or if he’s holding himself back from taking something more, you enjoy it.

“Mark,” you begin, flipping through his back issues of Science Dog.

“Yes?” he asks, scrolling in search of a movie William recommended.

“Are you happy?”

Mark drops the remote, unflinching when it crashes to the floor. He turns toward you, staring at your back.

“Uh,” he mumbles. “That depends on what you say next.”

“No, not like that,” you explain, still looking away from him. “It’s just. We hang out all the time, and you- you get me. But you never... you know.”

You shrug as you say you know, and Mark’s mind goes into overdrive. His eyes trace your body while he tries to determine what exactly he is supposed to know.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me, Mark,” you continue. “I’ll understand.”

“Stop what?” he questions softly.

Sighing, you close the comic you’d been perusing and move to Mark’s side. “The affection,” you respond. “Say the word, and I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

“No!” Mark exclaims, reaching out for you. He catches your arm and pulls you forward to stand between his legs. “I don’t want that.”

“Okay,” you soothe. “You never initiate anything, so I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t pushing you.”

Mark tips his chin up, his eyes glassy and round as his thumb traces circles against your arms. He drops his hand, tracing your veins like he’s trying to get absorbed into your bloodstream. You soften when he blinks slowly, his eyes one of your many weaknesses.

“I’m scared,” he whispers. “I could hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you assure him, inching closer. “I trust you, Mark.”

He shakes his head, arguing, “I don’t know my own strength sometimes and when- when I get emotional, it’s so hard to control everything.”

After lifting your free hand, you push your fingers through Mark’s hair. “I trust you,” you repeat.

Mark closes his eyes and leans forward until his head is against your stomach. He sighs, shuddering when he exhales. “You smell good,” he says against you.

“Thanks,” you reply through a laugh. “Did you find the movie?”

“I… got distracted.”

He wraps his arms around your hips, and you get distracted too.

You’re waiting at Mark’s back door, absentmindedly examining your nails. A strong gust of wind draws your attention upward to Invincible, who has a broken goggle revealing one of his eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologizes.

Pushing to your feet, you smile and wave a hand. “It’s fine. I ordered pizza like five minutes ago, so it’ll be here soon.”

Mark nods, dragging his fingers across your back as he unlocks the door and lets you in. You drop your bag behind the door and exchange your shoes for the Science Dog slippers Mark claimed to have ‘accidentally ordered in the wrong size,’ though you’re fairly certain he got them for you.

“I’ll be right back,” Mark says. He returns less than fifteen seconds later looking far softer than when he arrived. “Thanks for getting dinner.”

“I think I’m going to make you give me a manicure as payment,” you muse.

“Sure,” Mark agrees without hesitation.

You hum, dropping your elbows to the counter. “I’m thinking something artsy and unique. Maybe yellow and blue.”

“That’d look nice,” Mark agrees, watching your lips.

“You know, as my boyfriend, you have certain privileges.”

Mark blinks rapidly, then meets your gaze. His head tips to the side like a confused puppy before he inquires, “What?”

You take two steps forward, close enough that you can see his individual eyelashes. “Kiss me.”

“Yes,” Mark responds quickly, nodding as his hands flex at your sides. “Absolutely, I do want to do that. Uh, where? Like- like a friendly, on the cheek thing or-”

“Oh my gosh,” you breathe out before cupping both sides of his jaw and kissing him.

Mark’s eyes snap closed the moment your lips meet his, his arms winding around your waist to pull you flush against him. He takes control quickly, moving against you like he’s an expert in you despite never having been here before. It’s unfair really.

When you separate, you panting for air and Mark smiling like he just discovered his new favorite thing, you realize that Mark may not have been completely unfounded in his worries about losing control while kissing you. Your legs have turned to jelly, your mind gone fuzzy. Mark says something, so you nod, but you’re only thinking of how perfect he is. Mark steps around you, then returns with the pizza you ordered.

“You can do that whenever you want,” you tell Mark. “And you’re still doing my nails.”

Mark smiles, murmuring, “Okay.”

Strolling through the comic bookstore, you scan the shelves for something Mark might enjoy. The bell over the door chimes behind you, prompting the man at the counter to greet the new customer. You step closer to a display, tapping the spine of a compendium.

Before you can decide if it’s worth looking at, someone wraps their arms around your waist and presses their chest to your back. Their lips find your neck, pressing a long kiss below your ear before brushing over the point where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Mark,” you breathe out, leaning into him as your eyes close.

He says your name, matching your tone, and asks, “What are you doing here?”

“None of your business,” you reply, your voice soft as you press your weight into him. “You’re getting too good at that.”

Mark laughs against your shoulder, then reminds you, “Boyfriend privileges.”

It took Mark less than a month to find your weakest spots. Now that he trusts himself to be affectionate toward you, he knows exactly where to kiss, how to hold you, what to whisper, to make you unravel in his hands. Hence, why you’ve made efforts to remind him that you held that power first.

“That’s a dumb hero name,” you grumble. “Why would you just add man to the end?”

Mark doesn’t look up from your arm to agree, “Exactly!”

You shift, pressing your chest to his side and spreading your hand over his chest. He takes a deep breath, then wraps an arm around your waist to keep you close. When you kiss his jaw, he swallows.

“Mark?”

“Yeah?” he answers, dropping his chin to see you.

“I love you.”

Mark doesn’t give you a chance to see his reaction. Instead, he pulls you upward to lay on top of him, holds your chin, and kisses you. You hum into the kiss, holding his shoulders.

“We should go somewhere,” he suggests. “Let’s go get dessert.”

You’ve yet to go on a long flight with him, yet you smile and nod. “What were you thinking? Crème Brule? Macarons?”

“Both,” he answers, standing without releasing you. He moves toward the door, then slows. “Uh… where can we get that?”

You drop your forehead against his shoulder and groan, then laugh. “France, mon amour.”

Mark nods, though you know he has no idea where France is. You’ll have to tell him to fly until he sees the Eiffel Tower — but not the one in Vegas. He’s made that mistake once before, and his dad was ready and willing to tell the story regardless of Mark’s embarrassment.

“You going to talk like that the whole time?” Mark questions.

“In French?” you clarify. “Doubtful. Why, you like it?”

The first time Mark meets you is after the fight with his dad.

Cecil had told him he’d be fixed right up—in the physical aspect, at the very least. “The kid hates sob stories. Try not to say too much.”

So, he took the old man’s advice, and hadn’t said much to you while you were healing him. He’d argue that the silence was awkward. Foreign and strange, and he didn’t know how to not sit there and manage to not look out of place. The room you primarily worked in wasn’t like a hospital room, no.

It didn’t have those weird posters of kittens with something that said ‘believe in yourself,’ or something dumb like that, it wasn’t just pristine white walls with blinding fluorescent lights that gave patients headaches, and it didn’t smell like pure bleach and chemicals. No. It smelled of something floral and sweet, almost like fruit; but not quite there. The walls were more a peach color than anything, easier on the eyes than the standard American hospital. Not to mention that the walls were decorated.

All in all, it was strange. Like someone as bruised and bloody as Mark didn’t belong in there. Somewhere sweet and almost gentle, and the wounds that had made him feel as though they’d stay forever—stay etched into his skin, down to the bone, alongside the blood that wasn’t just solely his—mended themselves back together. The bruises and aches faded away.

The smell of blood lingered.

“Well,” the sound of your voice nearly startled Mark off the bed you’d had him laid across. “Take a shower and do a rain check with Stedman, and you’re all good to go, Invincible.”

“. . . What? Just- that’s it? That’s all?”

You’d stared blankly at him, arms crossed in the chair you were seated in. Though you were a healer, you did look as though you belonged amongst the official medical staff that’d be seen literally anywhere else. The slightest tilt of your head had him shifting uncomfortably.

“Did you want there to be more?” The question comes across as somewhat annoyed. Mark could see why you’d probably be agitated—but it was a genuine question!

“It’s just, uh,” he starts, swallowing nervously. “I expected it to take longer or something. Like an actual healing process, precautions I’d have to take and stuff.”

The hum of acknowledgment you let out as you nod your head makes him look at you again, and you speak. “Not when I’m the one healing you. My power is called that for a reason, and it’s so heroes like you can get back out on the playing field. To skip the healing process. If I hadn’t been here, it would’ve taken you months.”

Right. A healer. Mark himself had never really thought someone like you could exist. He’s seen powers like that only in his comics, and there weren’t any other supers capable of doing whatever you just did. The way you move is skilled and practiced, years of experience and heroes in and out of your ward showing through it.

“Huh. Okay, wow. Thanks?”

“Go home, Invincible.”

“Invincible.”

Mark grimaces. “I am begging you—literally just call me by my government name.”

He doesn’t miss the way your nose scrunches ever so slightly as your eyes never leave the clipboard in your hands, clearly focused; but not too focused. “You and I are not on friendly terms. We’re associates by definition.”

“Okay, okay,” he puts his hands up slightly in mock surrender, contemplating his response. Over the past few months, he’s noticed that you don’t quite like him. At all. You’re annoyed by how thick his file has grown in such a short amount of time, annoyed by all the times you’ve documented the amount of injuries he’s had, how much energy it takes you, and whether or not you want to quit working for the GDA after making his acquaintance all those months ago.

“. . . But hear me out.” Mark adds on, noticing the way your hands clutch even more at the wood and paper. “We’re associates when we’re on duty. By definition.”

“And I am on duty,” you retort, setting your papers down and pressing a hand to the bridge of your nose. “Constantly. The same way I’m on duty while watching you get your ass beat on live television, all because you seem to love pulling your punches. Like a fucking idiot.”

He winces at that, unable to deny the blatant distaste in your tone as you remind him of all the times Cecil has sent him your way, all the times you’ve scolded him and downright berated him because you watched as he actively held back.

“Your strength went up over one hundred percent, and you don’t even use it properly. Every fight you have, your file gets ridiculously thicker, Markus.” The way you say his name—

“Don’t say it like it’s a slur.” Mark pleads, a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks, “and it’s Mark. Just. . . Just Mark.”

“Get. Out.”

“Markus.”

“Mark.”

“Why are you here?” You sigh out the question with exhaustion, annoyance, and a dire need to rip your own hair out as Mark sits there on one of the patient beds, uninjured this time—shockingly. He’s sitting there like a lost puppy, just. . . Much larger, more awkward, and disgustingly pathetic.

He hesitates for a moment, choosing his response carefully. “I’m benched for a while. At least until Cecil figures out what to do with me.”

The sound you make is unsurprised. “Good. Sick of seeing you bleeding whenever you come here.”

“I know.”

“So stop doing it.”

Mark’s lips purse into a thin line. You’re so mean, and it’s not like he can’t see why. But you haven’t asked him to exactly stop talking to you (yes you have), and it’s not like you genuinely hate his guts. . . At least, in his eyes, you don’t. The Teen Team would beg to differ after seeing the way you speak to him.

“I’m just wondering,” he starts, unwilling to leave. “Are there like, any other heroes you’re sick of seeing? Besides me?”

You pause at that, and turn your head towards him. As always, your eyes are narrowed and tired, a little scrunch in your brow and a slight frown on your lips as you look at him. He’d really give anything just to see you smile—just once. He wonders if you have dimples. What your laugh sounds like, what you look like when you’re peaceful and calm for just a moment.

“Why?”

“Morbid curiosity,” Mark states simply. And to be fair, it is just that. Surely you don’t just dislike him and solely him, there has to be another hero you hate. Maybe even multiple. Mark likes hearing your voice, even if you’re just talking about the things you dislike.

He wonders what you do like. What you find solitude in.

“Hm.” For a moment, you exhale, and push away from your desk to think about your answer. “. . . Immortal,” you hum, thinking about it. “Can’t seem to keep his head on. Or stop charging into fights he can’t handle.”

“Like me?”

“No,” you shake your head and go back to focusing on your work. “You can handle your fights. It just seems to be a deliberate choice of yours not to handle them.”

“Ouch.”

“I hate it when Rex comes in here.” You ignore his little comment and continue, actually giving some thought to your responses. Usually, your conversations with Mark consisted of you insulting him endlessly before telling him to go home and sleep it off. Rinse and repeat.

“He can talk someone’s ear off. It’s sickening, really,” the last part is a mutter as you sort through a barrage of papers, clearly going back to focusing on what you were doing before he’d come and interrupted your rather quiet day. He’s been dropping by more often, and over time, you’ve began to hold actual conversations with him that didn’t involve you telling him how you should let him heal on his own, and him begging you to not leave him stranded in such a state—

“What’s your favorite kind of food?”

You pause for a second, pretending to not have heard, before ultimately you set your papers down again and turn your swivel chair to face Mark. “What?”

“Your favorite kind of food,” he repeats, staring right back at you. “Like, do you like spicy, or?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy.” You grumble, rolling your eyes as you shake your head. Just for a moment, you glance back up at him, watching him pout ever so slightly at your answer.

“I’m serious. It’s just a genuine question, y’know?” The two of you enter a staring contest of sorts when you glare at him, looking genuinely offended at the fact he was asking about something so minuscule and stupid. As though the two of you were friendly. . . .

“Fruit.”

Mark blinks at your response, opening his mouth to say something before closing it again, gears turning in his head. “Okay. . . So, sweet stuff?”

“Sweet stuff,” you mutter, turning back around. “Not artificial sugar. Natural. It’s better for my energy, helps me heal better.”

He nods as though that makes sense. You seemed the type to prefer natural things over the overproduced, sickeningly and overly sweet candies that left a bitter aftertaste. It makes sense in Mark’s mind—as though he should’ve known, should’ve been able to tell. The room you work in smells soft and sweet, just like honey and strawberries.

You smell like strawberries. Ripe, sweet. Tinted a dark red and soft when bitten into.

“Okay.” Mark whispers, more to himself than anything. A confirmation. A new alignment in the stars, the very universe itself as a whole. “Yeah, that seems like you.”

“Don’t stereotype me, Invinci-Boy.”

“Oh my god.”

second chance at love pt2 pt3 pt4 I @tokoyamisstuff I A + F I ...in which another version of Mark invaded your world to claim something he once lost.

payback I @/tokoyamisstuff I A I In his timeline, Mohawk killed you for rejecting him - and now he seeks you out to do it again.

variant!invincible I @himik0-0 I A I Multiple versions of Mark Grayson from different dimensions find the reader, each desperate to keep her because they lost their version of her. Now, they refuse to let her go.

invincible!mark x reader x variants I @/himik0-0 I F

mistaken devotion I @/himik0-0 I C

i love you, but i need boundaries I @/himik0-0 I F

i can feel it in my bones I @couldeatthatgirlforlunch I H/C + S I Being Invincible’s pet is cruel, but you manage to find comfort in it.

fail safe I deactivated I F

bluff I deactivated I ~A I when mohawk mark doesn't find debbie at his childhood home, he goes after the next best thing: you. he thinks you're together in this world too, and when he realizes you're not... well, how could he possibly give up such a perfect opportunity?

smut I deactivated I S

running into invincible variants I deactivated I F

keep away w/ invincible variants I deactivated I A

mohawk!mark I deactivated I A

viltrumite!mark I deactivated I S

the only exception I @sugarhoneyylovee I F + A I in every universe, mark grayson turns into his father and seals his destiny as a true viltrumite. what if things are different this time?

u love me and i love you I @controld3vil I A I Mark accomplished what his father couldn’t – he conquered Earth. Accepting that wasn’t the hardest part; living with it wears you down.

drabble I @halcyon-writings I F

scenarios / bestfriend!reader I @radlovesfics I A + F

third wheel trouble I @cherryyluvs I F

starfire!reader I @/cherryyluvs I F

don’t wake up my parents I @/cherryyluvs I S

you’re all i think about I @/cherryyluvs I ~F I Mark becomes obsessed with you, stalking your social media, learning your routines and slowly inserting himself in your life.

mark loves his best friend pt2 I @starzyangel I F

streamer!reader pt2 I @/starzyangel I F

a different kind of star I @acenanxious I F

right there pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 I @/acenanxious I A + F + S I neighbor!reader x invincible variants

shattered affections I @wordsofwhimsy I ~S I All surviving Variants have been brought to the Main Universe as a means to help defend and protect Earth.

cut deep, kiss hard I @/wordsofwhimsy I S I Your dangerously unhinged not-boyfriend threatens to “take care” of the friends of yours that keep trying to pull you away from him, and you are having none of it. literally a crazy stand-off

if i was your girlfriend... I @/wordsofwhimsy I F I Mark just needs to be close to you dammit and he can’t stand that you’ll be that way with your girl friends but not him

takeout mishap I @0bticeo I F I mark stumbles in, looking wrecked—bruised, bloody, barely holding himself up—but guess what? he still has a takeout bag. the paper’s stained red, but he just grins like an idiot and goes: "still hot." priorities.

and they called it puppy love I @sqgeism I F

a man’s greed I @/sqgeism I F

snip it/sneak peak I @ay0nha I A

one-shot I @swightops I ~A I "in every dimension, Mark Grayson falls for you, but not this one."

superhero drabble I @rainydaygotham I F

mark being down bad I @tiramissyoucake I F

mohawk!mark I @/tiramissyoucake I S

different roles!reader I @/tiramissyoucake I F

reader!doesn’t know I @/tiramissyoucake I A

omnimark I @/tiramissyoucake I A

drabble I deactivated I H/C

a girls first love and heartbreak I @tamayakii I A

mark grayson dating hcs I @angelltheninth I F

wonder boy I @serensho I F I au in which mark is hercules in ancient greece! and he saves a sassy damsel who changes everything.

invincible variants pt2 I @mirai-lunar I ~A

healer!reader I @thegr33nc0met I S

touch I @grimmsbride I F I mark grayson doesn’t give a damn what you can do, or how fear hurting him; he would touch you again and again no matter the consequences.

invincible variants x reader I @mocharyc I A

cockwarming I @aaph3lion I S

lucky! lucky! lucky! I @/aaph3lion I F + ~S I hey siri is it gay to want to crack the female version of my dead best friend

doomsday arrives I @certifiedlovergirlsstuff I A

retro invincible/ goggles invincible I @stareiiez I F

you’re dead everywhere but here pt2 pt3 I @readingbunny44 I A + F

“a” 4 effort I @slutla I S I mark, smart, awkward, and far too soft-hearted, made the mistake of doing one too many assignments for you. a bully in heels, unhinged and relentless, you’ve taken a liking to him in the worst way possible.

batboys but they witness a stranger pull f!reader into a hug and claim to be her boyfriend pt2 pt3 I @damselneedssaving I F

for you I @lumineya I A I while you are protecting the world during the Invincible War you come across one of the Invincible Variants

midnight sun I @suprsnupi I S I going 0-4 on successful relationships, you decide to blame it on the hero life and swear off dating—but now the bff you haven’t seen in months is hot. oh, lament!