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You died. How will he handle his loss? Spoiler alert: not very well

Pairing: Thragg, Kregg, Conquest x gn!Viltrumite reader

Genre: angst

Note: relationship was established beforehand and they r still very Viltrumite-ish. If they would’ve spend time on earth, they would’ve reacted differently. I might make another part about that specific scenario :33

Thragg // The Grand Regent

He is furious at you for dying.

How dare you pass away? How dare you perish and leave him behind to deal with the Empire’s messes? You were supposed to be the one to stand beside him to bring Viltrum back to its’ former glory, and yet you chose to show weakness and be killed.

Thragg is furious with you. You evoke emotions within him he isn’t suppose to feel for the weak: grief, anger and saddens. The place in his chest you used to occupy, the one that would flare up with heat whenever you came close or when your fingers brushed over his skin, is now empty. He ripped that part of him out once the message of your death reached him.

Thragg needs to cleanse his body and mind of you. He cannot be weakened or stunned by your death, he cannot dwell on the loss of the person he, admittedly, cherished the most. The Grand Regent has more important things to focus on, and yet…

His mind is clouded. His thoughts keep drifting back to your mind, your body, your voice. You were seemingly one of the only ones that can soothe his anger or push him to fight even further. You were the one he could bounce off ideas and discuss proper plans, without having to handle a whole council. You were his other, perhaps the even better, half.

Oh, Viltrumites are not immune to grief. Thragg is learning that the hard way right now, and if he ever finds the one responsible for your death, they, their whole race, planet and planetary system will be paying as compensation.

It will never be enough to satisfy his desire for justice or revenge, but it will temporarily serve as an output for his anger.

“Find me who is responsible. Use every resource available. This is your priority.”

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Kregg // Second in Command

Kregg isn’t supposed to care as much as he does. You’re just another soldier, another name to cross out, another weak Viltrumite eradicated for good.

He is the General and does not care about the lives of his soldiers itself, but rather about the potential and theoretical feats they could’ve accomplished if they were to continue on living.

It’s a complicated way to say; it’s upsetting that they’ve passed because now they get to skip responsibility. It’s different in your case, though.

Instead of slight annoyance or indifference, his chest feels hollow. His ribs ache and his eyes briefly gloss over the hologram in front of him describing further details about your death. To others, he seems composed. If you were here, if you weren’t dead and your body wasn’t so far away from his, you would notice his shoulders tensing ever so slightly. His brow twitched, his eyes gloss over the words describing your last moments and the hollow ache in his chest worsens.

He steels his mind to stay composed, stay calm, even if Kregg feels like either beheading his informant on the spot or ripping his own organs out to distract his seemingly uncontrollable mind.

He cannot dwell on your death, he cannot mourn you, he cannot bury you. The Empire requires his work and his focus, so he shoves every memory of your touch, your voice and your presence deep down somewhere inside his consciousness and forces his gaze to harden.

“Understood. Continue your work as planned, await further orders.”

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Conquest // Second Strongest Viltrumite

Oh, really? A shame. You had potential to one day keep up with him in battle. Conquest fantasised about becoming an unstoppable duo travelling from planet to planet to— well, it doesn’t matter anyway.

He’s annoyed over the fact that you’re not there anymore to spar and train, or at least that’s what he would tell others. Well, if they would care to ask (spoiler alert: they don’t. Or are too intimidated to)

In reality, as he hides away in his cubical and temporary home, this is where he allows himself to sit on the rags he considers his bed and just… stare.

You were really the only one who bothered to talk to Conquest. You two sparred, went on missions together, briefly touched fingers, talked to each other properly… things normally Viltrumites don’t do outside the usual breeding. Funnily enough, those were the only moments that breathed life and fun into his otherwise rather monotone life. He enjoyed himself outside of battle. He was someone outside of his bloodlust and fighting, apparently.

Your sparring sessions were different. You talked about strategies, footwork, then about exotic fruits you tried on other planets, then back to planetary conquest and how you two were trying to best the other by bragging. No more of that.

Conquest would retrieve further into his own mind, where in turn, he forces his thoughts into silence. He wants to cry for you, but what would that change? You died, you will not return, and Viltrumites do not cry out of emotion. The agonising feeling of yearning for your presence would not disappear, if he were to mourn you like he saw other races and civilisations do.

It would not change that he is seemingly undeserving of a mate, a partner. Conquest is not supposed to be missing you, because he never supposed to like you in the first place.

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

Yeah, I really want to make a version where they are softened up by earth, lots of love and smooches to take that away again bcs UGH. They’d restart their villain arc. It’s so so hard to find proper cool title pics for Kregg!! Why does he have. Like. 2 scenes and no usable pcitures. C’mon

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

So, I wanted to ask if you could write a Thragg x reader. How would Thragg react when he wants more kisses from his partner? At first, he might not understand what kisses mean, but he'd get so used to them that when he wants one, he wouldn't even know how to ask for it.

Or, what would it be like to kiss him in different ways? (lol) I'm sorry if my idea isn't very clear, but English isn't my first language 😭

Well, that's all. Thanks for writing about Invincible; we needed more fanfiction.

Kisses with Thragg!

What kind does he like getting and giving?

Pairing: Thragg x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Note: This is straight up Thragg being cute, blushy and completely ooc. To be happy is to be delusional!! ALSO THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS WHAT??

A kiss on the cheek.

Receiving: 4/5 Approval

He first mistook kissing as affectionate nudging, similar to cats rubbing their heads together when content. As a Viltrumite, kissing and being affectionate isn’t normalised in their culture, so Thragg had to learn how humans show affection by watching movies, videos and reading stories. Exactly why are humans so keen on pressing their lips on the skin of their partner?

A peck on the cheek is the first piece of innocent affection Thragg experienced. You tip-toed for height, cupped his face and softly pressed your lips against his cheek. His whole face tenses, his jaw visibly tensing before pulling away from you immediately to process what exactly you just did to him. It’s… nice.

He can feel his system redirecting his blood up to his head whenever you lean in for a quick kiss on the cheek. Thragg’s composure falters briefly as his whole face flushes to a rosy colour. It sometimes makes you want to pinch his cheek and pull, just to see him glare and struggle.

“You are teasing me. I do not appreciate it, but I will tolerate it. Count your blessings.”

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Giving: 3/5 Approval

As just mentioned, at first, he misinterprets the action of affection as a gentle nudge, so Thragg leans in and just nuzzles against your cheek briefly before pulling away. You had to give him a kiss first for him to realise Oh, this is the correct way of doing it.

He prefers other types of kisses, but the one on the cheek is the quickest and easiest way of doing it. You’re on your way out? Thragg corners you and gives you a gentle peck. You’re focused on a task and don’t notice his presence? He announces himself by resting his hands on your waist and pressing his lips against your skin. It’s his way of silently communicating with you, whether it be to say Hello, Bye, I’m happy to see you or I love you.

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A kiss on the forehead.

Receiving: 2/5 Approval

He feels a bit like a child when you cup is face, angle him down and tip-toe just to kiss his forehead. It’s soft, it’s warm, but it also feels a little belittling. Besides, why go through all this trouble when you can just kiss him on the cheek or lips.

Thragg likes it more during vulnerable moments, though. For example, you’re lying in bed while he is buried in a book about the fascinating world of plants in the Amazonian forest, you use the moment of distraction to lean over, plant a kiss on his hairline and then curl up against him for a cuddle. He just hums in reply and pulls you a fraction closer to him.

Overall, you can train this man to accept forehead kisses and to melt against you, like you taught him to love all your other ways of kissing. It only takes some time.

“I am no child. There is no need for this coddling.”

Big spoon, little spoon.

He doesn’t get it. Why do you insist on holding him?

Pairing: Conquest x gn!human!reader

Genre: fluff

Note: This is straight up just cuddling and teaching Conquest it’s fine to be the little spoon

“It’s not a dominance thing.”

You feel a bit ridiculous, dressed in your pyjamas, practically begging your burly hunk of a boyfriend to finally give in and join you in bed. All because you suggested that you hold him in your arms tonight, instead of the other way around.

Conquest shifts on his feet awkwardly, standing at the end of the bed. His shoulders are tense. Why is this such a big deal to him? “It is a “dominance thing” to me.” He stares back at you, hoping you might give in under his stare alone. You don’t. “Being held is actually very nice, you know? I can scratch your back, run my fingers through the little bits of hair you have left…”

You can see the corner of his mouth fighting to twitch upwards at the tease. “I don’t want my back scratched.”

“You do. I know for a fact that you will like it. Come to bed, now.” You use your authoritative voice you usually reserve for ankle-biting puppies or misbehaving cats, but it seems to have the same effect on Conquest. His shoulders sag and the fight leaves his body. Fine. But just this once.

The bed creaks under his weight and with the grace of a boulder, he tries to settle in, his front facing yours. His eyes glance up at you, silently asking if he’s allowed to exist within your space. You sigh and place a light kiss on his temples. “C’mere.”

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, your legs intertwine with his thighs as you use them as comfortable pillows. You’ll have to ask about lying your head down and napping on them one day, but right now, you’re too busy moving your fingers in soothing circles across his broad back. Muscle tenses beneath your touch before slowly relaxing. His body melts against yours.

Conquest sighs heavily, his head slowly moving to rest against your chest, his forehead pressed into the space between your collarbone and shoulder. His arms, as if finally being allowed to move, wrap around your waist and pull you more snugly against his. The warmth from his skin seeps through to you.

“So? It’s not that bad, right?” You mumble, smiling to yourself at the sight of him cuddling up and holding you as if he never intends to release you from his grasp ever again. His hands sneak beneath the fabric of your shirt, as his thumb copies the movement of your fingers against his back and traces small circles on your skin. “It’s good. I do like this.”

His eyes flutter shut. “So, I am the little spoon now? As you say.” His voice vibrates against your skin, making you shiver. “Mhm, that’s right.”

“What is the difference between the larger and smaller fork? There are two sizes of them in your cupboard. Are they associated with cuddling as well?” “How about we stay quiet for a little while.”

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

UGH CONQUEST. I am thinking about making a cosplay of Conquest and wearing it to an upcoming con but I’m not sure I have enough funds for it yet. Also, I WANT TO LIE ON HIM. I NEED HIM AS MY MATTRESS. He’s so ugly and mean and violent and cruel but also he’s so lonely. I can fix that

I hoped you liked what I cooked up and it wasn’t too boring to read!! This was kinda very self indulgent so if you’d like something more specific, message me!! <33

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Okay stay with me now but imagine Cecil‘s shoulders being less tense, his face more relaxed and him overall being more lenient when someone fucks something up again. It gets to a point where people start worrying: Stedman stopped sighing deeply every few minutes.

I was sleepy when I wrote the prompt but I’ll elaborate more here: in this au, I imagine that Viltrum is still around and the war ended far more prematurely. Thaedus hears out Nolan and lets him negotiate with Thragg. I feel like the Viltrumites would have sought out Earth and infiltrated it anyway, their planet exploding just gave them a stronger reason to do so, so later Cecil is brought into the negotiations to facilitate a “smoother” transition, which is where the reader and Thragg’s marriage comes in. Because he’s a huge zealot for all things Viltrum, he demands that they be married, and host their wedding on his home planet as a symbolic demonstration of his people’s rebirth (instead of being a tomb)

SORRY THAT WAS LONG LMAOOOOO BUT THANK U AGAIN. (p.s. pls can I be ⭐️ anon i beg lmao)

OHHHHH yes yes yes I definitely see your vision!! I’m rubbing my hands together like a fly because this totally feels like a diplomatic marriage that not Thragg nor reader enjoy but for the sake of their races/planets they’re doing it…

ouououhh reader as a human on the planet Viltrum that is lowk really deserted with barelt any Viltrumites on it so they’re starting to understand why Thragg is acting the way he is!! Reminds me of beauty and the beast kinda

AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS!!! I had a lotta fun with the prompt and just couldn’t do one without the other, so I ended up doing both!! I’m super glad you enjoyed it <33

thank you for all you do!!

Arranged Marriage with Thragg + General HCs.

You were arranged to marry the Grand Regent. What’s it like?

Pairing: Thragg x gn!GDA!reader

Genre: fluff, hints of angst

Note: THANK YOUUU!! I really hope you enjoy reading this anon and thank you for trusting me with your request!! I just love this guy idk

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(It is briefly implied that Thragg would like to expand the Empire with you)

The beginnings.

You had to suppress the urge to jump across the table and actually strangle the director of the GDA casually seated across you. Cecil Steadman’s eyes were tired, probably already noticing how the veins slowly began to protrude out of your forehead. He sighed. “You know it’s beneficial for the GDA too, right? That way, we can keep an even closer eye on the damn Grand Regent of the Viltrum Empire.”

You close your eyes for a brief moment and ground yourself. Cecil is right and you know it. Keeping an unstable individual, of which nobody knows if he suddenly changes his mind and decides that Earth would be better off enslaved to the Empire, happy by providing a partner makes perfect sense. But what if he actually wants to expand the Empire with you? Oh. Eugh. Please don’t.

“I understand Sir, I’m just not sure I am the right fit—“ “Oh please,” he sighs again as he rises from chair and leans forward to rest his arm on the table, his other hand massaging the bridge of his nose. “You’re the only fit we have. We ran some test, and you’re one of the only ones that is able to not disintegrate into a bundle of nerves when around someone like him.”

You feel uncomfortably scrutinised under his gaze as he stares into your eyes. “Thragg didn’t requests any other specific traits like can cook or whatever, so you’ll hopefully do fine. So, can you do it or not?”

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“Buckle up. He’s almost there. Try not to humiliate yourself.” Cecil warns you over your earpiece. You take a deep breath.