#viltrumincible

Good idea ♡ I also plan to write more about the previous variants in the near future, so this will be like a bonus chapter.

(Bonus) Invincible Variants X Fem! Reader

Includes: Masked Mark, Veil Invincible (Shiesty Mark), Unmasked Mark, Viltrum Mark

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: Dark Content, Violence, Yandere Behavior

Masked Mark

This Invincible was sorrowful. 

“Oh no, how horrible…”

You stood in your kitchen, a small knife in hand. 

You had originally been chopping up some ingredients, but your eyes were now glued to your Tv, watching recaps of the chaos that unfolded over the world. 

As you focused your attention back to chopping, the sound of a window opening caused you to jolt. 

You quickly caught your breath, before wincing in pain soon after. Your knife had sliced through your hand in the spur of the moment. 

But you couldn’t worry about that now. Someone was breaking in.

You crouched low, hiding behind a table. 

Heavy footsteps could be heard, and you clutched the knife to your chest. When the footsteps were close and had stopped, you decided this was your time to act. 

You quickly leapt out from your hiding spot, ready to stab whoever you saw. But to your surprise, no one was there.

That is, until you looked up.

Someone was floating in the air above you, and was looking directly at you.

You gasped, and the person put their hands out.

“It’s okay! I won’t hurt you!” He said. 

He was wearing black and blue, and his mask completely covered his face. His voice didn’t seem to hold any ill intent, but then again, he had just broken into your home.

You recognized who he was, and you now knew your situation was dire.

“You’re… one of those Invincible Imitators on the news…” You whispered, taking a step back.

“Y/n, I promise I won’t hurt-”

“How the hell do you know my name!?” You snapped. As he moved closer, you outstretched the knife in your hand, your eyes narrowed. “Stay. Back.”  

To your surprise, he stopped moving towards you, his once outstretched hands falling to his side. The only distance between you two now was your arm’s length.

“...You’re hurt,” he murmured.

You had completely forgotten about the cut on your hand. The dripping blood had now accumulated into a tiny puddle just below your feet. 

He then turned away, making a beeline for your bathroom. This left you confused, until he returned with your first aid kit in hand. 

“I’ll explain everything, but please, let me help with that.”

 …

Your instincts were screaming at you to fight, but you had seen what one of these guys could do to an entire city. So you instead lowered the knife on the table.

He washed the blood off your hands, cleaning the area as he spoke to you. 

“I know your name because… I know you. When you were alive in my world, we loved each other.”

What? 

“Some terrible things happened. I lost mom and then you… I couldn’t handle it,” he explained. He sounded so… troubled. You winced as he applied ointment, and he quickly apologized. “But I was given a second chance here. I could save you, I could save her…”

He now wrapped your hand in a bandage. Once it was firmly secured, his hand gently grazed across yours, before looking up at you.

“I didn’t want to be a monster, but I had to be. For mom, and for you.”

He didn’t seem sadistic, or even cocky. He was just… sad. You almost felt sorry for him. 

Almost. 

You snatched your now bandaged hand away from him. Your eyes looked directly into his goggles, the sound of pure hatred in your voice. 

“I could never love you.”

That completely shattered his heart.

“Y/n… please don’t say that...” he whispered. It sounded like he was on the verge of tears. 

Great, now you felt like a monster.

You looked away, a pang of regret on your face. As he spoke again you looked back at him.

“We can talk more later.” His hand locked around your wrist, and your heart dropped. “I found you, but I still need to find mom.”

“I can’t go with you,” you said, trying to pull away from his grip. He was not letting go. “This isn’t right. You can’t just take what you want.” 

“I don’t know if the others know about you, so it isn’t safe to stay here-” 

“Let, go of me,” you said. Your free hand reached for your knife, before ramming the weapon into his arm. The knife immediately snapped on impact, breaking itself but not his skin. You cursed aloud and tried to pry his hand off you, but he only pulled you into a gentle hug, now locking both your hands to your side. “Let go!!!”

You kept screaming and he frowned. Your yelling would only bring more attention to the two of you once he left the house. 

“Y/n, please.”

“No!! No!!! You can’t-”

You then felt a sudden pain on the side of your neck, your vision instantly blurring. Your cries for help had ceased, and your body now went limp in his arms. His swift attack had knocked you completely out.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered. Seeing you unresponsive made him immediately regret his actions. “I had to...”

He held you close for a bit, before once again making his way towards the window. 

“I’ll change my ways, I promise. But for now, I have to be this monster.”

Veil Invincible

“Find me a good interview. Or today will be your last, Y/n.”

His variant was arrogant. 

As you sat in the backseat of the news van, your boss’s words lingered in your head. This was an ultimatum. If you didn’t get a good interview before the end of the day, then your dream of being a reporter was over. 

You needed to find someone worth interviewing, and that’s when you saw him. 

He was clad in blue and yellow, and had a mask that fell down his face, similar to a veil. Only one thought shot through your mind. 

Invincible! Bingo. 

“Stop the car!” You exclaimed. 

The driver barely had time to slam on the brakes before you pulled the door open. As you hopped out, you noticed that civilians ran past you in fear. You calmed yourself before running towards the destruction, slowly making your way closer to the hero. 

He wiped the bottom of his face, taunting those who he had just beaten.

“Is this the best you’ve got? Come on, I’ve barely broken a sweat!” 

“Excuse me! Excuse me! Mister Invincible!” 

He turned to the sound of the voice, noticing that your calls were specifically directed at him. You were in a tailored suit, and was dangling off a somewhat large piece of rubble. 

It seems you attempted to climb over that rubble to get to him?

You then abruptly let go, dropping just a bit before landing on your butt. It took some time, but you eventually picked yourself up, dusted off your suit, and quickly made your way towards him. 

What the fuck was he seeing?

Were you going to fight him? No, it wasn’t that. You just looked determined. 

He dropped his fighting pose, before resting both hands on his hips.

Now he had to know what you wanted. 

You mentally prepared yourself as you now stood right in front of him.

“Hello Mr. Invincible!” You happily said. Your eyes sparkled, and he was genuinely confused. Shouldn’t you be running away?

“....Uh, Hello?”

“Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” You said. 

He looked you over, noticing you were wearing an earpiece and holding a microphone in your hands. 

Oh, so you were a reporter. That explains the outfit. 

He turned away from you before throwing up a hand, waving you off. 

“Sorry lady, you’ve got the wrong guy.”

“...O..oh..”

That left you embarrassed.

You remained in place for a bit, eyes focused to the ground.

“But, you answered when I called…” you murmured, clutching your microphone. “I thought you were him…?”

Maybe your boss was right. You weren’t cut out for this. The weight of constant failure was becoming too much.  

You thanked him for his time, tears spilling down your face as you turned away. 

“Wait wait… You just can’t go off crying without telling me what’s wrong,” he said, a sigh leaving his lips. You hesitated, your back still faced away from him as he continued to speak. “Go on.”

“I need an interview.” You were embarrassed that you were even mentioning this. You quickly wiped your face. “Or my boss will fire me today.”

“Now that’s fucked! You seem to be doing a good job in my opinion,” he said. The fact that you were out here without a care for your safety was amusing to him. You quietly thanked him. “Seems like you really need that interview. I’ve got time.”

You spun around to face him, your eyes now lit up. 

“Really? Thank you so much Mr. Invincible!” 

He held back laughter. Where did all the tears go?

You looked to your left and noticed your camera crew in the distance. You happily waved them over, but to your surprise they seemed… panicked?

“What’s wrong? Guys, I’m over here!!” You yelled. Now he was laughing as he spoke.

“I’ll bring you over to them.” 

He then lifted you into his arms, before flying you to where your camera crew was. As he set you down, you encouraged your camera crew to set up, and they quickly did so upon seeing the cracking knuckles of a certain Invincible. 

Once you were given the all clear you began your interview.

“Hello everyone! This is Y/n L/n, and I am joined today with our hero, Mr. Invincible! Now, Mr. Invincible, what are your opinions on the current catastrophe?” 

“Well, I’d say this place was definitely overdue for a remodeling.” 

You laughed at his silly joke, but your camera crew were dying inside.

“-But as long as I can fight someone, I’ll keep fighting, no matter what,” he said. You smiled at him.

“I applaud your tenacity! Have your recent battles been tough?” You asked.

“Some yes, most no. But this world does have a lot to offer.” 

“I see. Anything else you’d like to say before we sign off?”

He waved to the camera. 

“Stay safe out there! You never know who you’re dealing with. Or talking to!”

As the cameras shut off and your camera crew ran for their lives, you thanked him profusely. You were ecstatic to finally get an interview, and from Invincible no less!

“I’m sorry for taking up your time, especially with so much going on…” you murmured. “But I truly appreciate it.”

“No prob. You did a good job out there, lady.” He said as he leaned in. You leaned in as well and pecked the side of his face, him freezing in place at the sudden kiss. 

“My name is Y/n, Mr. Invincible.”

“...Fuck- Do you kiss every person you interview?”

“Nope, you’re the first.” 

He then pulled you close, and the two of you shared a passionate kiss…

In the midst of total chaos. 

As you both pulled away, you were on cloud nine. You silently thanked your camera crew for not being here to see this. 

“You mind if I speak with your boss? I need to let him know how much of a mistake it is to fire you,” he said.

Now Invincible was going to speak to your boss on your behalf? Your day just kept getting better!

“I don’t mind at all!” You happily said. You handed him a card specific to your news station and he browsed over the address. “Feel free to visit anytime!”

“How about we both go together right now? It’ll be faster.”

“Oh! Okay then!”

He lifted you into his arms, and you happily wrapped your arms around his neck. As he took off into the sky, you smiled brightly.

Today was a perfect day.

Unmasked Mark 

*Note: This variant's love for you is purely platonic.

This variant was quiet. 

You were one of his closest friends, so he had to do this.

Your left hand wiped across your face, noticing the alarming amount of red that now painted your fingers. 

It was blood. But it wasn’t yours. 

You slowly turned to your left, seeing a person clad in yellow and blue. His face was completely visible, and he was crouched low, his eyes focused on his latest victim. Or more like what was left of them.

Your fiancé. 

The body was unrecognizable. This monster had left your lover in a mangled mess. 

As he stood, he was drenched in blood. You covered your mouth and turned away, trying to prevent yourself from vomiting up your insides. 

“Oh God, this can’t be happening…” 

He flicked the blood off his hands, but didn’t bother with the splatters of blood across his face. He held a look of disdain, his eyes focused on what was once your fiancé. When he looked at you though, his eyes softened.

He didn’t say anything. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“Why…?” You whispered. Tears spilled from your face. “He’s not dead. He can’t be…”

“...”

“What the hell is wrong with you!” You screamed. “He was my fiancé!! I loved him!!”

He looked away, his gaze now focused to the left of him.

Your response to this situation was justified. But he really hated that guy. Your fiancé had murdered you in a fit of rage in his world. 

So if he killed him now, you wouldn’t have to worry about that. It seemed to be the most logical thing to do. 

He was certain you would find someone else. 

“...I’m sorry,” he murmured. He wasn’t remorseful of his actions in the slightest. But he did feel bad you witnessed that. 

Maybe he should have waited a little longer to kill him.

Your eyes widened at his response. 

“You’re apologizing? That’s all you have to say?!”

His hands were clasped just below his stomach, listening attentively to you. In any other situation you would have sworn he wouldn’t hurt a fly, but you had just seen him violently slam your lover’s head in. 

“Say something!” You choked out, tears now pouring from your eyes. You couldn’t muster the courage to look at your other half anymore, already scarred for life. 

So you just cried aloud, covering your bloodied face with your hands. You just wanted this all to end. 

When you felt a hand on your shoulder, your body froze in place. You were too frightened to keep crying, let alone look up. His words were haunting. 

“You can be with someone else… I won’t kill them.” 

Not unless he had to. 

He didn’t know if that was the right thing to say at the moment, but he meant it. He ultimately felt responsible for your death in his world.

And he would not let that happen again. 

You pushed away from him, running into the night. The sidewalks were dimly lit, and the faint smell of smoke filled the burning city. Your screams for help were drowned out by the sounds of wailing sirens. 

He stayed in place for a while, looking up to the starry night above.

Hopefully you’ll forgive him.

He then took to the skies, his eyes scanning the world below. He needed to keep track of you. When he spotted your running form in the distance, he moved down to speak. 

“I can take you home.”

“Stay away from me!!” You screamed, clutching your head. Why was he still here? Did he enjoy seeing you suffer?

“Y/n…”

“Shut up!! Shut up!!!” 

You then veered away from him, running into the streets. You were too in your head, and the only thing that caught your attention was the blaring sound of a large vehicle. You stared ahead into the blinding light, before happily sighing, grateful that you’d be joining your lover soon. 

Or so you thought. 

In an instant, he stood in front of you, hand outstretched. 

The truck slammed into him, the entirety of its front crushing in from the intense pressure. Your eyes watched in horror as the once speeding vehicle was now forced to a complete stop. The front lights flickered on and off, giving you glimpses of the now dead passengers.   

He was completely unharmed. He then turned, his eyes focused on you.

“Let me take you home. It’s safe there.”

He gently lifted you into his arms, and you silently sobbed. You didn’t want to go. Not with him. 

Death... The only thing that ever followed him was death…

Viltrum Mark

This variant was serious.

“Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

You peeked your head out from behind the dark shower curtain, raising a brow. 

This guy had barged into your home (and your bathroom) completely unannounced, then told you that you were leaving? Who was this guy?

“Let me guess, Cecil sent you?” You asked, looking him over. He was dressed in a white and grey uniform. When he replied with a ‘No’, you laughed. “Okay then, who did?”

“I am here on my own accord.”

You couldn’t help but smile, despite him maintaining that cold gaze. 

“Could you have at least waited until I was done showering?”

…

You then pulled your head back behind the shower curtain, shutting off the water. 

“Give me a minute to get dressed. We’ll talk then.” 

He now stood against the wall outside your bathroom door. Once you finished putting on some clothes you opened the door and walked past him, before sitting comfortably at a desk in your room. 

You maintained some distance, and silence soon followed. 

“Okay, who are you?” You asked. His gaze felt like it was burning a hole through your head. “Have we met? If I pissed you off somehow then I apologize-”

“I’m your husband.” He calmly stated. Oh…? “We will be returning back to my world together.”

….What?

You remained quiet, noticing the serious look in his eyes. 

“Really?” you asked, resting your chin on your hand. “I don’t recall marrying you, or anyone else for that matter… Are you sure you’ve got the right person?” 

“I am sure, Y/n.”

“You know my name…” you said, smiling a little. So what? A lot of people knew your name. “What’s yours? Oh husband of mine~”

He internally sighed. You rarely took things seriously. How he fell in love with you, he’d never know.

“We’ll talk later. Gather some personal belongings. We will not be returning.”

You frowned at his words.

“What if I don’t want to go?” You asked him.

“You don’t have a choice.”

“I figured you’d say that.”

You then lifted a finger, and every piece of furniture in your room slammed into him within an instant.

Yes, you had powers. But you were sure he probably knew that. 

You quickly stood and waited for the smoke to clear. Once it did, you noticed that he was still standing in the same place, calmly waving the dust in the air away. 

“That little attack of yours accomplished nothing,” He stated. He then crossed his arms, before he sent you a small smile. “Want to try again?” 

Great.

You immediately flew out of your open window, your mind racing.

“Of course he’s superpowered. Why did he have to be superpowered?” You murmured. You looked behind yourself for a split second, and to your horror he was right on your heels. His outward expression was calm as he followed you. While you were fearful, he was in a good mood. 

He hadn’t chased you in a while. 

You zigzagged through the air, narrowly avoiding his attempts to grab you. Each of his grabs were calculated, and your window of error was becoming too small. One attempt of his was enough to graze your ankle, and your blood went cold. 

Dammit.

You were out of breath. As you looked up at him though, you noticed that he had barely broken a sweat. 

A small smile was on his lips as he stayed suspended in midair, no longer bothering to chase you. The two of you were apart as you also remained in the air, weighing your options.

You couldn’t keep flying around like this. Your powers heavily sapped at your strength-

“If you had just followed orders,” he told you. “You wouldn’t be in this situation Y/n.”

Smug bastard.

You then shot off higher into the air. As he closed the distance, you spun around to face him, before extending both of your hands. You used every ounce of power you had left. This forced him to a complete halt, his movements freezing in midair.

You were gasping now, attempting to catch your breath. Thankfully, he still wasn’t moving. You waited a few moments, before talking to him. 

“God, what are you made of?” You asked him. “I used everything to stop you. It felt like stopping a mountain.”

“...”

“You can still talk, you know,” you lightly teased him. You moved closer to get a better look at him. “However, you won’t be able to move for a while.” 

He then immediately moved towards you, and your heart dropped. The smile on your face was gone in an instant, now replaced with pure disbelief. 

“...How?” You whispered. No one, and you mean no one got out of your hold once you stopped them.

“You never stopped me,” he stated, now centimeters away from your face. “I am aware of how your powers work.” 

So he was pretending you stopped him? Lovely.

“I see…” You murmured. Well, it was over for you. You were completely out of strength, and would fall out of the sky any second now.

As if he knew, he wrapped both arms around you, holding you up. 

You sighed bitterly before speaking. 

“Okay then husband-” You felt his lips press against your neck and your heart raced. His hair tickled the side of your face as he leaned in. You then placed your hands in his hair, before attempting to pry him off you. He didn’t budge. “...You won, for now.”

His lips now pressed against your cheek as he spoke.

“I always win,” he murmured. You frowned as he continued, “Especially when I’m with you.”

~

How was this longer than my previous post...?

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On Viltrum tw: for misogyny and coercive relationships, nepobaby mark, student/instructor relations, power dynamics/imbalance (you over mark, then mark over you), abuse of power, spousal ownership, viltrumite mark is a freak.

cw: contains time skips, canon-divergent au

You are a war mother. You have birthed and trained many Viltrumite soldiers in service to your nation as it prepares for its inevitable hostile takeover of the galaxy. Held in high esteem, you are trusted to instruct the latest generations, instill within them a righteous fury to fight for their people, their birthright, expansion of their glorious empire.

Markus (as he is known on Viltrum) was at one time a pupil of yours who showed great promise. The son of an unlikely pair—the heir to the Viltrumite empire and some soft-hearted woman—Markus carried himself with the composure of Nolan and was a diligent worker. Calm, precise, with a carefully manicured seriousness about him, stormy eyes and that stiff upper lip; his face belied his true emotions and upon further consideration of your current station, it's should have been clear the boy had a certain... infatuation beyond wanting to perfect his fighting forms.

Hindsight being sharp as it is, there was always something about how he stared at you. Markus didn't seem he liked anyone besides his mother, Deborah, but apparently his gestures of affection were tied to acts of service—the way he'd linger after instruction, help you carry equipment to and from training rooms, all in striking silence. The company simply was. You appreciated the help, but not so much so you'd grovel for the boy, be at his beck and call, give up your job or your status just to make it up to him.

It was clear Markus viewed your relationship differently.

What you were less privy to was the extent of this... puppy crush. By the time you notice it's sprouted to more than a bud. In fact, when you laid your eyes on him for the first time, it'd already begun to bear fruit.

He must've been fourteen, pursuing the Hall of Your Betters, wandering hands feeling on the exhibits not meant to be touched.

He already had a favorite.

"I want that one."

Markus points to a statue of you that was erected soon after a platoon of your troops successfully conquered the planet Earth.

He points with the frivolousness of a kid perusing through candy or choosing his new favorite toy. Nolan laughed while Deborah's brows furrowed in confusion. "You want what, Markus?" She looked to the statue, your face captured in delicate serenity, stance imposing, strong. He points more insistently the second time, his expression blank and unchanging. "Her. I want that one. She looks strong, beautiful! Just like you, Mommy." Deborah is hardly flattered.

"Markus... you can't have her. That's not— that's not how that works." Deborah begins to laugh off the ridiculous notion, but that's where Nolan butts in between them, hand laid over Mark's shoulder with that gentle firmness he often used with Mommy.

"Well, not exactly," He begins, though he's not really looking at Mark when he says it, the placid smile on Deborah's face twisted by the ever so subtle quirk of her brow. "Anything you desire could be yours, Markus. It only depends on how hard you're willing to work for it." He gestures to the pedestal and you atop it. "She's not just anybody, son." Nolan is as familiar with you as his job requires, which means little. He is above your station but not unused to seeing your work, the stalwart soldiers you have under your command—he would consider Mark more than worthy to be one of them, though maybe it wouldn't be the highest of honor. Your hand, however? That could prove fortuitous.

Your offspring would be powerful at the very least.

"I'm sure she has plenty of potential suitors—the competition wouldn't be anything to scoff at." Deborah is looking colder, eyes darting up and down Nolan as she keeps quiet. Mark doesn't see it. He can't pry his eyes off of you. "That's a lot of work for one woman, Mark, don't you think?"

I didn't expect people would be interested 😭 Thank you very much! I'm not good of a writer but I've made a prologue for them

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1T0-SODXyYhptU7EooOFAcqfklXD01c2mgD5oIAPGK90/edit?usp=sharing

(I'm sorry if there's grammar error or mistranslation, I wrote it from my native language and translated it :')

I'd like to think that the Mark in this universe is more of a loner but he still cares for his human friends, especially his mom. But after Debbie found out about who killed the original Guardians, Nolan killed her. Mark tried to fight his father and reject Viltrum, but after he lost, he realized that humanity was doomed so he gave in.

He didn't want to kill his friend, he had tried to reason with them and his dad so they stayed alive. At first there was a truce between the Earth's governor and the Viltrumite, humanity obey Viltrum and their civilization will be rebuilt by Viltrumite's standards, but all hell broke loose after Nolan found out Cecil was plotting a way to fight Viltrum. He ordered Mark to kill the Guardians, because he knew it could teach him to kill his humanity and empathy (it has the opposite effect).

The Viltrumite ended up captured and imprisoned unkillable heroes such as The Immortal and Atom Eve. While Rex, who were still alive, slowly made a small gatherings of people who wanted to survive. He made a makeshift shelter among the underground ruins, where people would stay and celebrate life with what they had left.

After realizing there were some surviving rebels, Nolan ordered Mark to hunt and eradicate those survivors. Mark did as he was told, only to find Rex as their leader. They fought for a while, Rex was clearly on the losing side but he still cursed and barked like he'd won. Mark could've easily grab him by the neck and snap it like a twig, yet he didn't have the heart to do so. Looking at Rex's eyes made him feel emotions that he didn't recognize (it's guilt but he didn't want to admit it), and it stopped him from completing his duty.

So they kept this routine of they meet -> they fight (more like Rex got his ass beat) -> and Mark would leave. Around this time Mark had grown a feeling for Rex, but he didn't know what it was (it's love duh).

This is some of my headcanons that I've discussed with my friend ^_^ Rex was confused by Mark's behavior at first, but he played along after realizing that Mark had no interest in killing the other survivors.

Everything I've Lost

First Part

Mark and the reader are going to say Mark murdered reader in this story. It isn't a continuity error Mark is an unreliable narrator and reader is in his head

Once he took Earth there had still been resistance of coure there would be. Years of living on this planet had taught him one thing for sure and that was the unimaginable stubbornness of the human race. As he watched the row of rebels layed out in front of him squirming as though they were fish stuck in a cooler ramming against the side trying to reach freedom. He stepped in front of the first man in the line. His eyes were staring into Mark's and here was a deep hatred strumming through his soul.

""Why do you argue with them." You looked toward him frustraion still in your eyes. There had been a group of protestors on your campus. They'd bee carrying signs reading 'Fags will burn in hell' and 'Turn to Jesus before its to late'. He had found them annoying like a fly diving toward your face. They yelled and they shouted though he doubted they were capable of intelligent conversation. "What was I supposed to do just ignore them." You were angry at him. He had pulled you away when it became distinctly aware that the argument you were having was likely going to get physical very soon. "Nothing changed though you argued with them and they didn't even move further down the path." The group had grouped up on you screaming and yelling at you together. He had wanted to rip their throats out. Who did they think they were? Compred to you they were stains on the ground not even competent enough to speak coherent thoughts. "Yeah and why does that matter? I don't care if they stopped thinking about me as soon as I walked away." You were pinning him down with a level of intensity that would have made him guess you were a Viltrumite if hadn't known you. "When people just stand around an do nothing the people doing shitty things get free range to push as much as they want." And then you had marched toward your dorm with him trailing behind, all righteous fury and self assurance.

artblock: vanquished, viltrumite eve: fawned over

(my new job has normal hours, so hopefully i'll have more time for my hobbies 🤞)

Ref below the cut!