Nolan stood near the viewport of the Viltrumite imperial cruiser as it descended toward Earth's moon. He had once stood on this moon planning to conquer Earth, prepared to bring its people to heel for the glory of the Empire. Now, he was returning alongside dozens of his kind, not as an invader... but as visitors.
He'd never imagined this would be the future.
His son, Mark, had done more in his short lifetime than most Viltrumites did in centuries. Nolan had lived for over two thousand years, fought through galaxies, and toppled planets. But nothing made him feel more pride than what Mark had become.
When the ship landed, Mark was already there waiting, floating with his arms crossed above the docking bay as the airlock opened for him.
A meeting was called for all the Viltrumites. One by one, the Viltrumites filed into the hall under the orders of the new Emperor Mark administration.
He stepped forward, addressing them with a firm voice.
"Things are going to be different from now on," he began. "Your time on Earth won't be about conquest. It will be about learning to coexist with other species."
The crowd remained silent, their attention fixed.
"You'll integrate into human society. That means blending in, keeping your powers hidden unless necessary to save lives. No grand displays of power. Just... living like them and understanding them."
A few furrowed their brows. Others glanced at each other, visibly unsure.
"You'll take on human identities, live among the population, and you'll need to find mates. That's how we'll rebuild our numbers. There will be quarterly check-ins. If needed, I'll provide jobs, housing, and funds through my company to help you adjust."
"Once you've confirmed impregnation with your partner, you can come to Invincible Inc., where the child will be chipped and you can decide to raise the child, however you like, until they gain their powers. They'll be trained on Viltrum to control their powers when the time comes, so they don't endanger the world we're trying to protect. When they have good control over their powers, they'll be allowed to stay on whichever planet they choose."
There was some hesitation among the crowd, especially from the older ones. Thragg stood with his arms crossed, a scowl etched deep into his face. Conquest stood beside him, quiet but clearly displeased.
Mark knew Thragg wouldn't openly object. Not anymore. He'd been dethroned, and his strength was not enough to challenge Mark's rule. Still, that bitterness was there. Mark could feel it like heat from a distant fire.
Thragg clenched his jaw. Inwardly, he cursed Mark a thousand times over. His reign as Grand Regent had ended in defeat, yet he lived, and now he was just another one of Mark's advisors. A soldier with a title, nothing more. The humiliation was sharp, but he held his tongue. For now.
Mark turned back to the assembly.
"Cause trouble, and you'll be punished. Hurt a human, and you'll answer to me directly. Detain if it's necessary and with restraint. However, if the reason behind hurting a human is reasonable, like self-defense, then there will be no punishment, but your actions will be judged if self-defense was needed."
At the end of his speech, he distributed prepaid cards, each loaded with one hundred thousand dollars, to help them settle in. A practical gift, but also a message. This wasn't just an assignment. It was a new lifestyle, that they'll have to adjust to.
After the meeting, Mark and Nolan stood off to the side.
"I hope this works," Nolan said quietly.
Mark nodded. "I'm not saying it'll be smooth, but Earth changed you, so I think it can change them too."
Inwardly, Mark thought about how easily the Viltrumites had accepted Earth in the comics. But real life wasn't a comic. Things were messier here.
He added, "I've also left a team back on the ship to monitor all the Viltrumites. They'll make sure nothing crazy happens while they're blending in. Plus, the quarterly check-ins will help us catch anything early."
Just then, Nolan's communicator chirped. A familiar voice came through the feed.
"Nolan, are you back on Earth yet?"
Nolan responds. "Oh, Cecil," leaning in to whisper to Mark, "By the way, see if you can get this tracker off my shoulder, I already protect the world anyway, I don't need Cecil over my shoulder telling me how to do it."
Mark thought it over. "Yeah, I mean the punishment is kind of useless, because you already work with him already. I'll try and work things out."
Cecil's voice cut through again. "We've got some things to talk about. Meet me at the GDA."
Mark spoke through his own communicator. "Actually, that works out. I was planning to meet with him anyway. We need to talk about Earth's future… and the Viltrumites."
Nolan tapped his chin. "Might want to talk to him about documentation, too. Back when I first arrived, I had to get the GDA's help just to exist on paper."
Mark chuckled. "Noted."
XXXX
GDA Headquarters
Walking in, Mark noticed Cecil looked much better and less stressed than the last time he saw him.
"You sure took your time," Cecil muttered when Mark and Nolan entered.
Mark gave him a calm nod. "You look way better than the last time I saw you. What's your secret?"
With a deadpan voice, "I sit in a tub of goop for 30 minutes and it re-energizes me."
Mark laughed, but he vaguely remembered something like that from the comics.
Cecil then dove right into the topic at hand. "First, you're aware of your newfound fame? Well, we've been trying to cover it up, but your appearance during the Omnipotus fight wasn't subtle. The whole world saw a guy in red and white punch a reality-warping god into the stratosphere before we could block the news."
"I'm fine with them connecting that to my Invincible identity," Mark replied. "Just not to Mark Grayson. My mom's still got a house. I'd like to keep it private."
Cecil waved a hand. "Fine, we've been scrubbing footage, filtering interviews, even paid off a few news anchors, so we can make it so that you are identified strictly as Invincible and not Mark Grayson."
"Now moving onto the second topic, Reports are flying in from every continent. Multiple unidentified objects entered Earth's atmosphere about an hour ago. Dozens of them were moving so fast that we lost track of them. You wouldn't know anything about that, seeing as you guys were on the moon, would you?"
Mark responded. "Those are the Viltrumites that I've led here."
Cecil stared at him like he hadn't heard correctly. "You brought them here? Without even giving us a heads up?"
Mark calmly says, "Well, it's not like I'd come back without them. Plus, I want them to experience Earth life so they can change their mindsets when it comes to other species."
Cecil irritated, "You just introduced a species that can squash humans like bugs into the general population, with no warnings to protect ourselves."
Mark crosses his arms and has a stern expression, "I know, but I'm their emperor now, and I've ensured that the Viltrumites will behave properly while on Earth. They'll even save human lives if able."
"So what's the plan?" Cecil finally asked. "They just hang around, punch criminals, and go on Tinder dates?"
"They're not here to play superhero," Mark said. "They're mainly here to start families and gain emotional maturity."
Cecil sat back in his chair, tapping the table with a finger. "Alright. Let's hear it. What does this… 'alliance' look like?"
Mark nodded. "Simple. Earth will let the Viltrumites live here. They integrate into society and start families. In exchange, we offer Earth access to our technology. Which helps with cleaner forms of energy, helps with increasing the number of natural resources, and even restores the atmosphere to combat global warming. We're talking a cure for climate change, food shortages, maybe even space exploration."
Donald glanced up from his notepad at that (~Didn't even know he was here~).
"We'll also promise to return to Viltrum in a few generations, once our numbers reach a satisfactory level. But for now, Earth is our refuge."
Cecil narrowed his eyes. "And you can guarantee they won't go rogue? No massacres? No coup attempts?"
"I can," Mark said. "Because they're following me. And I'll hold them accountable even if I need to kill them."
Cecil was quiet for a moment. Then: "And the humans involved with them? The partners, the children?"
Mark nodded. "They get essentially dual citizenship. Freedom to visit either planet. Full protections under both governments."
"And the kids?" Cecil asked sharply. "You're talking about god-level toddlers born to humans. What happens when they start throwing trucks in preschool?"
"We'll track their development using standard Viltrumite trackers when they are born. When their powers emerge, we move them to Viltrum for training and education. Taught how to control their strength before being able to return if they want."
Cecil's expression remained skeptical, but he was listening. Donald continued scribbling notes.
"And if they don't want to stay on Viltrum?"
"They'll have that choice, once they're trained," Mark replied.
Cecil sighed, glancing at Donald. "This is a hell of a proposal."
"It's not a proposal," Mark corrected gently. "It's a solution. One that benefits both sides, besides, it's not like you can refuse, as it's already happening. Better to take advantage of the opportunities."
Donald looked up. "You said these children would be tracked. How?"
Mark hesitated only briefly. "Harmless trackers that will be embedded at birth. They're already standard procedure on Viltrum, since they need a way to keep track of their people that are capable of flying through space."
Cecil mulled that over. "And if someone decides to weaponize one of these kids? Raise them to hate humans?"
Mark's face was serious. "Then I'll deal with them."
That seemed to satisfy Cecil more than any contract ever could.
Ten hours later, the treaty was drafted.
Terms were laid out. Conditions were reviewed. Exceptions were made, like Nolan's punishment, and contingency plans were debated. When the last page was written, Mark and Cecil stood up and shook hands.
"You're a hell of a politician," Cecil said. "You know that?"
Mark grinned. "I had to read a lot."
They left the meeting room in silence, and the beginning of an era was forged.
XXXX
While Mark and Nolan were moving towards the exit. Mark turned around.
"I'm gonna check on Eve. Mom's at my house, so you could fly there." Before he started walking towards her room.
The halls of the GDA were quiet this late, lit only by the soft hum of overhead fluorescents. Mark moved briskly past nurses and agents until he reached a familiar door.
He pushed it open gently.
Inside, Eve sat upright in bed, and her eyes lit up when she saw him.
"Mark," she said softly with a smile.
He smiled. "Hey, gorgeous."
But the warmth of the moment was immediately undercut by the presence of two other people in the room. Eve's parents.
Her mother sat beside the bed, looking tired and worried. Her father, on the other hand, stood stiffly near the wall, arms folded, disapproval etched across every inch of his face.
Mark gave a polite nod. "Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins."
Eve's dad didn't return it. Instead, he turned toward his daughter, voice already raised.
"I told you this job was too dangerous. And now look at you! You almost died!"
"Dad," Eve groaned, rubbing her temples. "Not now."
"You should quit and focus on finding a stable husband and having kids."
Mark raised an eyebrow. "I'd be pretty heartbroken if she went and got a husband while she's still dating me."
The silence in the room was immediate and thick. Eve's dad blinked, clearly realizing who had just spoken.
"You're—" he stammered. "You're that guy. The one on TV."
Mark just nodded. "Mark Grayson. Superhero. And Eve's boyfriend."
Eve smiled faintly at the introduction, but her father's face darkened again.
"We'd like some privacy," he said, stepping toward Mark.
Mark merely walked past the man, ignoring him, and approached Eve's bedside, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," she whispered. "I was just exhausted."
Eve's father exploded. "I don't care who you are. She's my daughter, and I have a right to speak to her without being interrupted by some stranger"
Mark didn't raise his voice, but his tone dropped cold. "I'm not 'some stranger.' I'm her partner. You know, the one who didn't walk away when she needed support."
Eve's dad clenched his jaw. "She shouldn't be doing this in the first place! She's not cut out for it! She should've stayed home, like I said, instead of running around in a skimpy suit pretending to be a hero!"
That was it.
Mark's anger appeared.
"You need to shut the fuck up," he said, eyes narrowing. "You think she's not cut out for it? She just helped save the world. She was inches from death, and you're worried about the way she dresses?"
Eve's father tried to cut in, but Mark wasn't done.
Mark said plainly. "I'm not going to stand here and let you pretend your outdated, 1950s worldview is somehow right. I won't let you talk to my Eve like that, especially when she'll be an important figure remembered far into the future, while you'll be an old man all by yourself with no one to visit you since you pushed your daughter away."
Mark then looked at Eve's mom, "And you need to stop feeding into his ego by being so submissive, and actually stand up for yourself and for your daughter. How are you supposed to be an example for your daughter with the way you act? Either get it together yourself or come and ask us for help."
The room was silent again. Eve's mother looked visibly torn, her hands clenched together in her lap. Her father, red-faced and seething, finally growled, "Come on. We're leaving."
He didn't even look at Eve as he turned toward the door.
Her mother hesitated a second longer… then followed.
Mark stood still, waiting for the door to shut.
Then he sat down beside a tearful Eve and gently took her hand.
"I'm sorry for that," he said.
Eve shook her head. "Don't be. They were always like that. You just… got through to them better than I could."
She wiped her eyes, but her smile was sincere.
"I love you," she said.
Mark leaned in, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "I love you too."
Eve's grin returned with a mischievous edge. "Now get in this bed before the nurse comes back."
Mark smiled. He slipped off his boots and crawled gently onto the bed beside her. Eve slid into his arms immediately, her head resting on his shoulder. The hospital blanket barely covered the both of them, but they didn't care.
Eve's fingertips traced lazy circles on his chest through the fabric of his shirt, and Mark felt himself relax. She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. It was a very intimate kiss.
Eve's fingers slid up into his hair, and Mark wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She moved on instinct, swinging one leg over him so she straddled his waist, the blanket slipping further. She pulled down Mark's pants and then removed her own, before hovering right over Mark's cock.
They both froze when they heard a soft gasp.
Both of them turned to see a nurse frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. A thick silence filled the room.
Mark opened his mouth. "Uh...."
The nurse flushed bright red and quickly turned around, closing the door behind her with a thud. They could still hear her heels echoing as she walked off in a rush down the hallway.
The nurse inwardly thought, 'He's so big.'
Eve laughed a little.
Mark groaned. "Man... I should have heard her coming."
"She looked into it," Eve giggled. "Did you see the look on her face?"
"She was blushing all the way to her ears," Mark muttered.
Eve lowered her waist, inserting Mark into herself, while moaning, "~Mnnn...well… maybe we should give her something to really talk about~."
Mark groaned. "You are a menace."
She grinned. "You love it." Giving him a kiss.
"I really do."
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Author's Notes:
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