Aberrant Worlds (Invader Zim x Reader)

The Lunatic, the Lover, and the Irken Armada

The evening after your little joyride with Zim, you met up with Dib and Gaz as promised. Zim handed out all of your jumpsuit like space outfits. Your large headed friend was way too enthusiastic about possibly dying at the hands of an alien armada. He talked on and on about the wonders of space and somehow tied the whole experience to the time he almost captured Bigfoot in his garage.

"Dib-stink! You need to, how the Earthlings say, calm down." Zim barked. "This is a very serious mission and if Zim is to accomplish it, this will be the one thing Zim has dreamed of since he was a smeet!"

You placed a hand on Zim's shoulder. "Zim, he's just excited. This is practically his dream too. It's not everyday you get to prove your dad wrong."

Dib suddenly hugged you tightly. "Yes! Finally, someone gets it!"

"Get your filthy hands off of y/n!" Your alien boyfriend snatched you away. Any stronger and he might have dislocated your shoulder in the process. "This human is mine and mine alone. Cuddle with your parental figure."

Gaz snickered at her brother's slight embarrassment. You mouthed an apology to your friend and grabbed Zim's hand. "Alright, let's get to moving. I'm ready to see solar systems flash by in the blink of an eye."

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The week was mostly uneventful as you traveled. Zim placed the Voot Runner on autopilot most of the way. Dib and Gaz, like typical siblings, argued every time the former opened his mouth. You or your boyfriend would occasionally mute them, one of the pleasures that came with them being in Tak's ship instead of with you. He had speakers and monitors that connected between the two vessels, but even GIR got annoyed with the constant bickering.

Zim pointed out various solar systems he had visited in his lifetime. Despite the hatred of his leaders, it appeared Zim had his fair share of friends. The planets he had visited were either taken over by another Irken he was close to or one of Irks popular stops, like Foodcourtia. You assumed that most of his race disliked him, since they appeared to go along with whatever their leaders felt. 

"Actually," he began, "a lot of Irkens hate the Tallests more than me. They're cruel and shoot people out of cannons for a living. We used to sit around and watch the Tallests munch on their superior snacks, waiting for a moment that they would give us some."

You gawked at what he just told you. "That's terrible! Why didn't you guys do anything about it?"

Zim shrugged. "It has always been a law that the leaders and head of the armada get the best of the food. The only way a lower Irken could get any would be if they willingly handed some over. The height system is very intricate when it comes to detailing every do and don't imaginable."

You sighed and looked out of the large window. "Well, when you rule, you get the chance to change all of that."

"Zim believes y/n meant to say when we rule." He smiled softly towards you. "If it were not for y/n, Zim would still be under the impression that Red and Purple actually liked him."

You noticed he didn't call the above average in heigh aliens "almighty." You wouldn't be surprised if that, too, were punishable in the Irken code of laws. As this thought passed your mind, another quickly followed. Zim said "we." "You still want me to lead beside you?"

He grabbed your hand squeezed it. "Of course. Someone has to be there to keep me from doing dumb things. GIR only encourages Zim's impulsive actions."

GIR hummed in response. "That's true! One time, my master wanted to make everyone giant waffles for waffle day. I helped him make the batter! I put peanuts and soap in 'em!" His robotic eyes closed as he grinned widely at you.