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His Weakness

summary: they said he had no weaknesses -- until he met you. homelander x gender neutral reader. wk: 1.6k fluff

They said he had no weaknesses.

He's impossibly fast. Inhumanly strong. He could fly, hear a whisper from miles away, and see through walls. A tall, charming, ocean-eyed blond with a smile that could disarm even the most guarded heart. His laugh had the power to shift your entire mood, and when he looked at you, —really looked at you—it made you forget how dangerous he truly was. Seeing him stare back into your eyes made your heart melt

Your relationship was anything but conventional.

For one, Stillwell would never allow it. You had the aching suspicion she wanted him for herself. And if she didn’t, she certainly wanted to own him. Secondly, as he often reminded you, “Your safety comes first.” Homelander had enemies, the kind that would tear through anything to get to him, including you.

"But you went public with Maeve!" you had protested once.

"No offense, honey, but Maeve is a Supe." His tone was light, but his meaning was clear. You wouldn’t last a second in my world.

"Besides, that was all for PR. Just something Madelyn wanted. It was good press for a while." He had laughed then, like it was all some inside joke.

You had pouted, but in the end, he was right. Queen Maeve was bulletproof. She could break bones and snap necks. You? You were human.

And humans break.

You never thought you'd meet him at all, let alone like this.

Thick black smoke coiled around you, stinging your eyes and burning your throat. Fire roared through the apartment, devouring everything in its path. The screams of trapped neighbors were muffled beneath the crackling wood and the suffocating heat. You prayed for the fire department, for someone, anyone, to come. But with every passing second, survival felt more like a fantasy.

You lived on the fifth floor. There was no safe way out.

No way except the easy way.

But you weren’t alone.

"Amy! Sarah!" Your sister and her baby were still trapped down the hall. The thought of them burned hotter than the flames. You may not be a supe, but you don’t necessarily need powers to save anyone. Wrapping yourself in a blanket, you forced yourself forward.

Then– 

CRASH!

The window shattered, shards of glass sucked into the inferno like it was gasping for air. Wind rushed in, and suddenly, the fire bent backward, drawn toward the open space.

You were squinting and coughing, trying to breathe through the smoke. You could make out red boots and what seemed to be a red and white cape. 

A figure hovered in the smoke. Red boots. White cape? The gleam of a golden emblem against the flickering light.

“H-homelander?” you coughed.

He floated closer, his expression unreadable. "Ma'am, this place is about to blow. I’m getting you out of here."

"No!" The protest ripped from your lungs. "I won’t leave my family!" You bolted before he could grab you, pushing through the suffocating heat, blindly navigating through memory alone.

Homelander didn't follow immediately. Maybe it was surprise. Maybe amusement. But then he was right behind you, moving with effortless ease, as if the fire meant nothing.

Your sister's cries cut through the chaos.

"Help! I have a baby!"

"Hold on!" you shouted, voice raw from smoke.

“‘aam, let me– , help y– ,” you thought you heard from behind you. Focused, you kept pushing forward. You weren’t leaving here without your family. If they died, then you might as well be dead too. They were all you had.

“Please, help!!” you could hear your sister crying. “Please!! I have a baby with me!” You crawled faster toward the voices, ignoring the burning smoke in your eyes.

You finally arrived at their door. The door was weak. You kicked until the frame cracked, wood splintering beneath your heel. Inside, your sister Amy clutched Sarah to her chest, both of them shaking. You hastily crawl over to their location in the corner

"Thank God, you two are okay," you whispered, wrapping them in your blanket. “Here take this.”

A hand gripped your arm, pulling you upright.

"Look, lady–"

You wrenched away from Homelander. "Them first."

For a split second, something flickered in his expression, mild irritation, maybe even amusement or disgust, but then he smiled. The kind of smile he wore on TV. The charming, empty kind. 

“Alright, everything’s going to be okay.” He scooped up your sister and niece, bundling them securely before vanishing in a gust of wind. The fire hissed in protest.

Homelander was fast but fast enough to save you too? You weren’t so sure.

You exhaled, relieved, just as the ceiling gave a sickening crack.

CRASH

A section of the roof collapsed, blocking your only exit. Smoke thickened. The air was vanishing.

"At least they're safe," you murmured. You slid down against the wall closing your eyes, letting exhaustion take hold. Your tears sizzled against your overheated skin. You were beginning to accept your fate. 

Crackle, crackle.

The ceiling was starting to give in. 

“Ma’am, you’re stubborn, you know that?” you heard a hard laugh from above. 

You forced your eyes open. Homelander hovered inches from you, arms folded. He was calm, as if this wasn’t a life-or-death moment, as if you weren’t seconds from burning alive.

He extended a hand.

“You coming, or what?”

Every part of you hesitated. Maybe this was it. Maybe it was fate. You weren’t special. You were just an aspiring writer with nothing to lose. You saved your sister. The pretty one, so she could raise her daughter

No, fuck that! You’re a fighter — a survivor. You have millions of stories to tell, this being one of them, and you’re damned sure you won’t be taken out this way. 

You reached up and grabbed him.

Before you could blink, you were outside. Cold air rushed against your skin, and for the first time in what felt like hours, you could breathe.

“Sorry, if you’re a little discombobulated or nauseous,” Homelander apologized, setting you on the pavement. “Had to move fast.” 

You barely heard him. Your eyes darted across the crowd until– 

"Amy! Sarah!"

They were safe. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were still holding.

You coughed and coughed as you ran toward them, not stopping until you embraced them in a hug. 

“I’m so glad you two are safe,” you cried. 

You made sure the medics had finished treating Amy and Sarah before tending to you. Surprisingly enough, besides a mild case of bronchitis, you were totally fine. 

The residents of your building started to head to the nearby shelter. You stayed behind, looking at your once but now blackened home. 

You assumed after everyone was safe, The Seven would’ve returned to Vought. 

You couldn’t be more wrong. 

"Y’know, stubbornness is a real character flaw." You didn’t have to turn around to know that voice. Homelander. 

You turned to face your savior. “Lucky for me,” you stated matter-of-factly. "I don’t care.”

Homelander chuckled, but his next words were firm. "What you did was stupid. You could’ve died."

“They’re the only family I have,” you shrugged. “I had to make sure they were safe.” You waved off the fact that you were once again talking back to the tremendous almighty Homelander.

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. Like he was studying something rare. Something he didn’t quite understand.

He smirked. “How can a human be so reckless?” 

You smiled faintly. It was rhetorical, but you couldn’t help responding, “when you love someone, you’re willing to do anything for them.'' 

His expression shifted, something unreadable flashing across his face. Love.

“Huh.” And then, just like that, he was gone.

You met back up with your sister at the shelter. Women took most of the beds with children. You happily accepted a mat on the floor right by your sister’s bed.

You never forgot him after that night.

Of course, he probably saved hundreds of lives a day. But with you, it felt different.

Your new apartment had a balcony. You never locked the window doors. Not because you felt safe, but because, if he ever decided to come back, you wanted him to have a way in.

And sometimes, he did.

On quiet nights, he’d fly down, pulling you into his arms before sweeping you over the city. Sometimes, he’d go too fast, and you’d have to remind him: “slow down, please”. 

He’d always apologize, murmuring, “got caught up in the moment, sweetheart.”

And then one night, as you touched down on the balcony, he said:

“Fuck it.”

“Hmm?”

“Fuck the press. Fuck Stillwell. Fuck all of it.” His blue eyes burned as they locked onto yours. “I want to take you out. A real date. No more hiding. And not at some abandoned, empty place. I want everyone to see you. See us.”

You were speechless. You always wanted this but never imagined it would ever happen. “B-But Stillwell won’t be happy,” you stuttered out.

“I don’t care about her happiness. Or Vought’s.” His fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up. "Only yours."

Your heart slammed against your ribs. "Why?"

A smirk tugged at his lips.

“Because,” he murmured, “when you love someone, you’re willing to do anything for them.”

And then he kissed you.

And this time, you didn’t hesitate.

You were still baffled that this was happening but smiled through it. “The annual Vought party is tomorrow night,” he reminded you. With one more kiss, then another and another, he told you his goodbye.  “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

A/N Wrote this originally in 2020 and just rewrote it this year (2025). It was kinda cringe reading my old writing, but I am happy because I can see how I have improved!

masterlist | the boys masterlist

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The Boys | 1.05 Good for the Soul

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Homelander in The Boys (2019-)

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I have no mouth and I must decorate easter eggs

(half done by my friend & half done by me)

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go my scarab

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the statistic exam is kicking my ass rn and im not trying to get distracted with socials, so have some more sloppy old drawings!

this was just when I noticed I basically draw everyone but nimdok

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WHERE ON EARTH DID YALL COME FROM MY GOD-

Anyways I made some renders of the rest of the IHNMAIMS cast because blah 💥

RAAAAAAAAAAGH 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

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"AM provided punk and we burned it, sitting huddled around the wan and pathetic fire, telling stories to keep Benny from crying in his permanent night."

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The gang is all here

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Gulping down

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theyre just standing there

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the gang looking for those ice caves

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Loser IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay nimdok

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Nimdok:D

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Old ppl are low-key hard to draw but I think I managed? In an AU and crossover mix where the characters aren’t surviving a living hell, Ellen and Anya would be besties. LOL

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