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Trampling Sincerity (Nolan si/oc-insert)

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Lillie Jones said:
Let me Clarify, there's a Flaxan/ Vultrimite hybrid YouTube videos describing the terrifiying potential addition to the Grayson household that hybrid clone Nolan Grayson Omniman SI bought back from the Flaxan dimension.
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THERE IS?!?! SO COOL!!! but also wtf still cool tho
 
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The cabinet behind him cracked further and she saw him flinch at the sound, saw fresh horror flood his expression. He was afraid of himself. Afraid of what he might do.

She shoved back the realisation of what Viltrum really was, of what system Nolan had grown up in, that he clearly saw how wrong it was, how hurt he had been by it, and yet she saw how he couldn't bring himself from not believing in it still.
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The second paragraph seems out of place. That was already written a few lines prior. Did you copy and paste it by mistake?
 
BONUS : Non-canon - Meet the Fam 1/? New

Omake/What-if:

Nolan on a walk with Oliver, and [description of Angstrom Levy] shows up and starts monologing. Boom green portal.

Boom Nolan and Oliver are in another world.

Oliver is mostly viltrumite looking now, the faint green tinge only present near his articulations

Nolan is confused, but resolute, he'll find the fucker again or an other way to return to Debbie and Mark.

some things happen

He sees kids gratifying Omni-man hate murals.

He pauses, looks around, looks at a camera.

HE wonders when the GDA will notice them. With the beard it might- no, face-recognition algorithms are not that bad government wise.

Nolan was already noticed, then.

Well, in a different dimension at it were, he might as well see if it is one where Debbie and Mark lived well post his alternate going crazy. This is clearly one close to the canon timeline.

He walks to an alley then flies, Oliver giggles in his hold, "Higher Papa!"

They arrive home, or at least the home he and his family lived in in their dimension.

He lands, hears, Mark, voice a bit deeper than he was used to, hears Debbie, she sounds livid.

Nolan knocks on the door.

"Daddy, why knock?" Oliver asks him.

"Because we're not home Ollie," he answers.

The boy considered this for a moment.

"'Kay," he decided, and tucked his chin back against Nolan's shoulder.

Nolan listened.

There was no such thing, for a Viltrumite, as the polite fiction of not overhearing. No standing outside a door and being spared what was happening on the other side of it. His hearing had never offered him that particular mercy and it did not offer it now.

Five heartbeats inside.

Six if he counted his son's.

Debbie's voice sounded.

He almost stopped breathing.

It was her voice, but it also wasn't. He'd never heard her so angry. Not like this. Never.

"I'm- I'm trying to apologise," came another, one that made him pause, mind snapping to recordings of himself. Oh.

"You think you can apologise? After killing thousands?" She snapped. "After- After what you did to my sons?"

"Mommy's angry," Oliver whimpered, tears gathering in his arms.

Nolan shifted his hold, "shhh, baby I know," he wiped the tears away, "We're in a different dimension Oliver, alright? That's not mommy."

"But she angry," he whined burring his face into the side of Nolan's neck. "Lo-oud," came the shaky whimper.

Nolan tries to rock him.

They really should leave, but-

Nolan hesitated.

They'd need help to get back home.

Nolan knocked.

The arguing stopped.

Minutes passed, Nolan knocked again.

The door opened.

Mark. Invincible.

Taller than his Mark.

One that was 18 or more.

Months older than his son.

"Dad-"

"Not quite," Nolan said.

"Who's this?"

His counterpart appears from behind his own son.

Debbie was not far behind.

Nolan- Nolan knew intellectually what he looked like, saw himself in the mirror everyday. But seeing himself, like this.

He saw what he tried to hide. The stress, the exhaustion, the self-doubt.

He saw it.

The face of a soldier.

He was wearing this awful low-cut/shoeless ensemble.

"You look like shit," Nolan said to his other self.

"Shit," a small voice giggled into his neck.

Nolan's eyes widened. "Oh- crap." His head snaps down to Oliver, "Don't you repeat that in front of your mother when we get back." He says to his son deliberately ignoring his family's counterparts looking at them.

"What is going oon," says a distinctly teenage voice, a purple teenager flies over the group, staring at the both of them owlishly. "Is that a baby? Wait! That guy looks like dad if he forgot to shave for like a year, is it like with the other Invincibles?"

Nolan blinked at him confused, gaze trailing over the others.

Debbie was very very still in his periphery. She also looked livid, and like she was barely holding it back.

"Great now there's two of you!" she snapped.

"Mommy?" Oliver whimpered, voice a wobble, arm stretched out towards his Mother's counterpart. Nolan held Oliver more securely, ready to redirect any possible attack from the two other Viltrumites. "I wAnt MOmmY!" his son shrieked, trying to push himself out of Nolan's hold, making Nolan wince and tighten his hold.

The baby screamed, arms and legs flailing.

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wrote this quickly hope it's readable and that you enjoyed it :3
 
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hilarious funny and chaotic trouble looking for TP Nolan Grayson and TP Flaxan/ hybrid Oliver dealing OG Nolan Grayson Omniman and Thraxan teenager hybrid Oliver in the middle of the Vultrimite invasion and Nolan Grayson and Debbie not even best reunion circumstances concerning Nolan Grayson return and Thragg arrival and other Invincibles.?
Hahaha!
Continue on
Cheers!
 
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