#*homelander voice* i am better! i am better!

[lesbinewren]

i am not pro gatekeeping. but the non animation star wars fans are on thin ice talking to me about the ahshowka. i will always be happy to discuss and nerd out with new fans but watch your step.

[etoilelafleur]

If *I* had an alternate in my house that was playing psychological war games against me and trying to drive me to hurt myself, I would simply set my entire house on fire with me and the alternate of my loved one inside.

Quite literally rip to mark heathcliffe but I am different

[lujingheswife]

eyes of silver and gold

soulmate au! everyone has heterochromia, one eye is your natural colour the other is your soulmate’s natural colour. once you meet eye contact, all eyes return to its natural colour.

featuring: neuvillette

word count: 1075

cw: soulmate!au, reader is a liyue adeptus, gn!reader, reader’s eyes are GOLD because GOLD, traveler can be lumine or aether (they/them pronouns), intentional lowercase, not proofread

author’s notes: super duper rushed IM SORRY,,,, this could be written better but yeah 😭😭 i’ll do better next time !!! (i love soulmate aus)

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neuvillette blinked at the reflection of himself on the mirror for the nth time. it was not the first time he had done so, but every time he observed the eyes of the citizens of fontaine it made him question what made his soulmate so special.

because one thing for sure, he was almost certain his soulmate was not human.

the chief justice knew the eyes of a human when he sees one. their round iris, and the common eye colours of brown or blue could easily tell that they’re merely human.

however, his soulmate’s eye replacing his left one did not look like the eyes of a human. it was an unnatural colour, usually similar to the eye colours of those who wield a vision. what caught his attention though, was the pattern of his soulmate’s eye that stood out amongst the others. like how his eyes are of a dragon’s, and lady furina’s eyes are of dewdrops, his soulmate’s eye, igniting a warm colour, shouted gold.

the first thing he had in mind was the land of gold where the geo element usurper resided. he knew liyue was a land of the adepti, where many immortals who once battled in the archon war still lived in the mountains of amber.

yet for centuries living as the hydro dragon, he had never once encountered his soulmate.

was it because of the distance between them? it was understandable, after all, for an adeptus to remain loyal to their homeland.

he had visited liyue a few times but failed to find this soulmate of his. maybe they were not residing in liyue after all?

neuvillette chose to let fate decide.

he heaved a small sigh as he turned away from the mirror, back to his office desk to continue checking the documents for the next trial.

“monsieur neuvillette!” a loud, squeaky voice which he knew belonged to a certain floating alien chimed through the door. he watched as surprisingly, only paimon, flew her way into his office with an excited expression.

he blinked confusedly at her unusual demeanour. “miss paimon,” he called, “how may i assist you today?”

he allowed her to take her time as she panted heavily. “your—“ she looked up at him and he swore he saw her eyes sparkling a lot brighter than usual. “my?” he asked.

“soulmate! we found your soulmate!! they’re outside!” paimon exclaimed excitedly.

neuvillette’s world stopped for a millisecond, for he had not known that his soulmate had just traveled kilometres from the southern liyue to the northern fontaine. he did not realize his legs moved on his own, allowing paimon to drag him by the sleeve towards the outside of the opera house.

“monsieur?” he heard paimon called before snapping himself out of his thoughts. he noticed her looking at him in concern, realizing he had stopped his tracks right by the door. “are you okay?” she asked.

is he okay? he wondered the same.

he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his chest, as if someone— or something, was banging the drums inside. he felt the drums getting louder and faster, and he could not feel his legs anymore.

he inhaled sharply. “i’m perfectly fine, miss paimon,” he paused in between, “well, let’s meet my… soulmate, shall we?”

his gaze turned towards the entrance of the door, sensing the melusine looking at him eagerly as she patiently waited for him to get ready. “monsieur neuvillette! are you going out?” she asked.

he nodded. “yes, i am. thank you very much.”

the melusine by the door clapped her hands excitedly as she immediately skipped towards the door knob before opening it for him. “well then, enjoy meeting them, monsieur!”

neuvillette watched the door opens before the light outside instantly came greeting him in an embrace.

and the first thing that entered his vision was a pair of heterochromatic eyes that matches his.

you were there with the traveler, dressed in foreign attire not befitting of fontaine. your vision clinging onto your waist like a proud medal. you were by the entrance, surrounded by melusines who were saying how your eyes match their chief justice. he watched how your confused expression tries to have a conversation with the little melusines while the traveler laughed next to you.

the cute moment did not last when the melusines notice the presence of their chief justice, immediately rushing towards him excitedly wanting to ask him about his soulmate. yet his widened eyes had locked with yours, watching your eye adorned with his blueish-purple colour slowly changing back to gold— the familiar gold that greeted him every morning in front of the mirror.

“monsieur neuvillette! your eyes!” he heard a melusine exclaimed, their hands holding his sleeve as they jumped happily.

he blinked confusedly at the tugs of his sleeves when a melusine appeared with a mirror in their hands. they showed a reflection of himself where his eyes were back to his original form— the mixture of silver, blue and purple.

he averted his attention to his soulmate who seemed to be doing the same. you were looking at your own reflection, realizing your eye has reverted to its original form. he watched your surprised expression until you noticed his attention had diverted towards you.

your flushed expressions felt a little foreign to the iudex of fontaine, but he was certainly relieved at the sight of your comfortable state in a foreign region.

he gave you a sincere smile as he placed a hand over his chest as a form of greeting.

“greetings. i’m neuvilette, chief justice and iudex of fontaine. it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

since birth, neuvillette never understood the concept of soulmates until he was given a chance to experience such phenomenon. from when he had awoken to a change in his appearance to encountering the partner that was given to him by fate, it was a surprise that a being like him could have one too.

in fact, his own soulmate was not mortal either. an adeptus originating from the land of gold, you began your exploration in the continent with the fellow traveler when they could not stop persuading you to follow them to meet someone.

a smile was formed on your lips in return as you introduced your name to him, which sounded nice to his ears. “and it’s a pleasure to meet you too, mister neuvillette.”

maybe he could give this concept a try.

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[obsessedwrhys]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ AMERICAS SWEET-TARDs

ᯓ★ Homelander is forced to babysit you, the troublemaker of The Seven. Deadpool!reader does not like cooperating, dark humour, goofy stuff, typical cursing, gore, story is set on season 4. Reader is gn (uses they/them pronouns)!!

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How you found yourself in Vought's office is hard to explain. One thing you were bursting into the building of Amazon and the second you're here. You sat on the sofa, looking around as you whistled a tune to save yourself from the boredom.

"Why the fuck am I involved with this?" Your eyes perked up at the distant voices from outside the door.

"I'll explain when we're there"

Oh?

Being the nosy person you are, you got up and pressed the side of your ear against the door to get a better hearing of the conversation.

"Your plan won't come together if you don't settle the pieces in place, and this is your plan so you need to work with me here"

Suddenly it's quiet...

Did they leave?

Before you could react, the door opens and you ended up falling flat on your face. You tilt your head up to see it's Sister Sage and Homelander looking down at you. You chuckle.

"Sooo... you both look angry... did I do something?"

Hearing your question, Sister Sage scoffs at you.

"Did you?? You broke into Amazon's headquarters because they messed up your order. You even threatened to kill their CEO. Do you know how bad that is for the image?"

"I refuse to refer to a person named Jeff Bezo a CEO" You said when you got on your feet while dusting off your knees.

"Besides, I don't have an image. I'm pretty sure that I don't even have a face!!" Hearing your words, Sister Sage can't help but roll her eyes at you.

"Nonono seriously, I do not have a face. All this underneath the mask? It's like smashed up birthday cakes in there—"

"Okay I get it!!" She glares at you... then turning her attention to Homelander who's been listening attentively with his hands behind his back.

"You're babysitting Deadpool" She commanded like an order and he turns to look at her with his brows slightly raised.

"Me?" He said, clearly from his face he looks like he's about to be ticked off.

"Yes, I don't know what is it about them that makes it so hard for me to predict their moves" Just as she said that, she turns to look at you. You bat your eyes at her like a deer caught in headlights.

"Not to mention you're making a shit tons of problems for me to deal with here. You even had Lily be sent for therapy!!" She points at you and you held both your hands up in defeat by the mention of your agent.

"Hey now... All I did was cut off my arm and mailed it to Elon Musk. How else was I gonna give him the middle finger?" Your defense being enough to have her let out a sigh as she looks away.

"I don't care, just don't let them do anything stupid while I go help Firecracker with her script" She said to him and you both watches as she leaves. Once she's gone, he turns to look at you, a displeased expression on his face.

To your surprise, he was really actually TOTALLY doing what she's asking him to. You never saw him take orders like that before, let alone from a WOMAN.

"What was that?!" You exclaimed, both arms thrown towards the hallway where Sister Sage is seen to be walking down.

"What happened to Misogyny?! You're really just gonna let that happen???" You looked at him but he just rolls his eyes at you.

"Shut up. She's done more than you've ever did compared to your years here" He walks past you and ends up sitting down on the sofa. You don't say anything while you watch him go.

You're aware that your inability to die makes him bored of you but you didn't think he'd find you this boring.

Honestly it kinda hurts...

Because now you're gonna have to do more crazy shit to piss him off.

You cleared your throat as you forced up a smile.

"You know what, great talk. I'm gonna go be a good citizen now—"

"You step one foot out of this room and I'll lazer off two of your fucking legs"

"..."

With no idea how to respond to the threat. You stood at the door, looking down at your legs then back up at him... before taking a wide step out of the room.

He let's out an annoyed groan.

"Look I don't see why all of a sudden, you two, give the slightest shit about what I do. Has it ever occurred to you that this is my coping mechanism after YOU SLAUGHTERED NOIR—"

"Oh for christ sake, cry me a fucking river"

"You sure you really want that? 'Cause trust me I can cry the entire Nile river in this very room— and I can't promise you it'll be water" He looks at you and you look back at him, your body still standing a few feet away from the room.

"You done whining?" He asks, his expression showing not even the least of interest in your act. You let out an offended sound.

"Am I done whining?! Do you even know me?? That's LITERALLY all I do!!"

Clearly feeling hurt, you began to storm off. From the distant you could hear Homelander let out an exhausted sigh but you could care less right now.

Man if only you could go back to the first day where you two met.

Oh how traumatised he looked when he saw you cut your ears off in an attempt to escape Stillwell's welcoming speech.

Once you made it to the ground floor, you kicked the entrance door open with your chest slightly puffed out.

Who the hell does Ms. Know-It-All thinks she is to have any authority over you? You're the original member of The Seven for fuck sake.

"Holy shit it's Deadpool!!" A fan, seemingly a teenager points at you and you turned towards their group with your most charming smile.

"Hey now, try not to cream your pants... if you've even reached that stage yet..." Without even letting a second pass, the group stands around you as the one at the front takes out their phone for a selfie.

"Say Chimichangas!!" You said, holding up peace signs.

"Chimichangas!!"

⊹FLASH⊹

Once the picture is taken, the fans are quick to check the results while you scratched the itch on your butt. Once satisfied, they gave you their thanks before walking away.

At the same time you could hear the sound of Homelander approaching you from behind. You let out an annoyed groan before turning to face him but before you could even react, he grabs you roughly by the jaw.

"Years of your shit and you still won't learn your fucking place. If I say something. You do it. Understand?" He glares at you, his teeth gritted as his lips formed his signature psychotic grin.

You stare back and you could feel from his grip that you were being slightly lifted off the ground.

"Well excuse me, my liege. I must have missed the memo about being your personal slave. Is it too late to withdraw my contract?" He stares at you... before letting go of you while looking away out of despise.

"You're a cancer on this earth" He said as he's busy wiping his glove clean on his chest. You simply laugh at his remark.

"AH HAHaa hoo... well... you can always count on me to pop up unannounced" You shoot him a wink and decided to walk away, not really caring much of the consequences if you did.

Seeing you walk away like he's nothing, Homelander clenches his jaw out of irritation.

"You're always testing my patience (Y/N)" He said and you instantly stopped walking when you hear him addressing you by your real name.

"Uuugggh seriously? You ran out of tricks so now you're using my government name? You've gone old, John" You fold your arms as you turned to face him.

Noticing the angry look on his face, you are almost not surprised with what happens next.

⌁ZZZZ⌁

You look down, realising you've been lasered in half. Sounds of people nearby screaming was like background noise for you because you were too focused watching your upper half slide off your lower half... then eventually falling to the ground. You grunt from how annoying the situation has become.

"Ah great... now I'm half the person I used to be..." You partially joked as Homelander picked you effortlessly off the ground before taking you back into the Vought Tower.

"Can you at least tell me why you're taking away my rights as a republican?" You asked with your upper half being carried over his shoulder.

"You don't matter enough to know" He says.

After shooting several finger guns at the horrified employees passing by, you made it back to the office where all of your problems began. You yelp when Homelander just threw your body parts on the sofa, you turn to face him after your efforts to have yourself sit up straight.

"Jeez, you're about as exciting as a stale piece of bread" You said and he takes the sofa in front of you. For a couple of seconds he doesn't say anything but watch you with a stoic expression.

You interrupt the silence with a cough.

Then it's silent again.

.....

Okay this is too boring.

"Could you laser me again for entertainment—? Since you're such a buzz kill it can't be hard" You asked but he stays quiet, not saying anything to add fuel to your fire of words.

Once you realise what he's doing, you let out a long groan.

"Where's my Katana? I might as well just kill myse—"

"How are you not worried about all of this?" He interrupts you and your body freezes in place just as you're about to reach for your weapons.

"How is it that everyone's going through a fucking crisis and you're just... jacking off and watching Netflix series like somebody's drunk unc" He stares at you, slight glimpse of envy shown in his eyes. You scoff out of disbelief before laughing and wheezing uncontrollably.

"Well, unlike some people— UHMUHMyouUHMUHM , I happen to know how to unwind and have fun. Maybe you should try it sometime. Might loosen that stick up your ass" You shoot him a smile and you could feel your powers growing back the bottom half of your body.

He snarls at you.

"I'm the Homelander. I'm the strongest being ever. I don't have time to unwind"

"I don't know man what kind of strongest being brags about being the strongest?" You said with your back pressed against the cushion of the sofa, your hand just casually toying with your dagger.

"DON'T YOU—"

Just as he stands up to shout at you with his eyes now glowing red, the door to the office opens and you both turn to see it's Sister Sage. She looks at you, somewhat an unsurprised reaction to your torn off body parts.

"Great, at least you're not off running to harass another important client of ours"

"Are we done?" Homelander stands near her, clearly fed up with the time he's spent with you so far.

You groan but this time purposely making it known to everyone in the room.

"Great, now there's two people pinning against me. You know... it wouldn't hurt to tell me what your plan is. Maybe I can help!" You said, putting up your most charming smile.

Sister Sage stares at you... more like judging you but then she had a look of epiphany.

"Actually... hearing you say that... you could be useful... if we can get you to start a hate campaign towards the Starlighters. This could make my part with Firecracker so much easier. And besides! Incels LOVE you. You've practically obtained the based persona. You're the perfect mascot" She said, her eyes sparkling as she's clearly brainstorming now.

Homelander stands there, a plastic grin on his face while he has both his fists placed on his hips.

"What?" He says, his eery grin still on his face. You laugh as you crossed your... baby legs?

"You hear that Johnny? People LOOOVEEE me..." You bragged which instantly ticked him off

"Listen up, you walking STD. The ONLY thing that people love about you is your annoying, obnoxious, unfunny fuck of thinking you're gods gift to comedy"

"Well I did make that comedy christmas movie with Maeve. Rest in peace that poor soul, it's like I can still hear her in my nightmares" You said while pretending to wipe away a tear. He rolls his eyes at you and Sister Sage watches in almost amusement.

Her slight smile making Homelander whip his attention to her immediately.

"Are you fucking enjoying this right now?" He glares and she quickly covers it up with a serious look.

"I'll go prepare the venue" She simply said before walking away. You laugh as you notice Homelander still having that angry look on his face when watching Sister Sage walk away.

"Do you need a snickers little kid? You're not you when you're hunrgy"

⌁ZZZZ⌁

....

"You just had to push my fucking buttons" He said, the red glow in his eyes dimming after lasering a hole through your head. He stares at your corpse that was still for a moment before you flipped him off with both hands.

He rolls his eyes with a defeated sigh before walking out the office.

[The Next Day]

"GOOD MORNING AMERICA!! IT IS ME!! YOUR FAVOURITE SUPERHEROOOOO!!" The crowd goes wild as you make your appearance on stage. Your mic in hand and the other waving at the crowd.

Homelander who's also present at the campaign, watches from the backstage with a stoic expression.

"Now now now! I have been gathered here to talk about the Starlighters! Huh! Yeah?!" You began to shoot finger guns at the crowd when they started booing at the mention of the Starlighters.

"I know!! Terrible people!! Boooo!! Tomato tomato" You chuckled as you walk across the stage.

"I mean how could you cancel the one and only Homelander? He literally has the personality of a wet sock. Dude already has his own demons to battle!! As a matter of fact, what kind of person goes after a father?! It's not our fault your daddy left you Starlight!!" The crowd cheers at your words.

You turn to give Homelander a thumbs up but he just looks at you with an unimpressed look.

The moment your turn of the campaign was over and it was time for Firecracker to do her thing, you happily skipped on your feet to your next destination... but you were soon stopped when you saw Homelander standing in your way. Though it didn't seem to affect at all.

"You should stop frowning if you don't want your face to look like a nut sack" You pat him on the shoulder before walking past him. With your back turned to him, he couldn't help but touch his forehead a bit... then hurrying to catch up to you.

"Where are you going now?"

"Somewhere full of fun that's for sure" You turn the corner and walked a few more before making to your favourite shop.

You stand in front of it while he stands beside you, his expression unreadable.

"A... pet shop?" He was confused but you didn't bother to answer his confusion and decided to just head on in.

He shakes his head out of frustration before entering the place. He's completely frozen in place when he sees you already surrounding yourself with dogs. You laugh almost maniacally as you enjoyed the way the dogs were licking you so joyfully. That was until you notice the way Homelander is staring at you, scorned by your behaviour.

"What? You upset not even dogs love you? God I'm pretty sure not even flies want to come near you" You joked but his attention on you is pulled away when a dog began gnawing at his glove.

He scowls as he decides to move his hand out of the way but the dog ends up jumping on him to try to chew on the glove as if thinking it's a chew toy.

"Nonono— shoo! Go!" He said while sound of your laughter can be heard in the background.

Oh boy...

[The Next Next Day]

How you scored yourself an invite to the Met Gala was unbelievable. But since you were going, Homelander was left with no choice but to accompany you. As you'd expected it, he showed up in his suit. He really doesn't care about this stupid gathering when he has better things to do.

Better things than supervising your ass.

"Make waaaay for your majesty!!" You said loud enough to make your grand entrance known. Cameras all panning towards you in order to take pictures of your outfit.

You were definitely still wearing your iconic red suit but you had worn a sarape over it. As well as a sombrero and the fake moustache to finish the look. And don't forget the guitar now!! Literally nobody knows why you always do shit like this. The theme is literally 'The Garden Of Time'.

"BOOO!!! FUCK YOU DEADPOOL!! YOU'RE A MENACE TO SOCIETY!!" A starlighter said amongst the rest of the protestors. They must have shown up when they heard news of you and Homelander's appearance. You laughed as you waved your hand dismissively at them.

"Oh, come on, don't be so grumpy. I didn't ask to be born this awesome" You said when walking past their group with Homelander following behind you, both hands placed behind his back like he's your bodyguard.

[The Next Next Next Day]

Of course you'd get yourself arrested for doing some crazy shit during the after party. You whine to yourself as you were chained up in the cell. After all you're no regular prisoner but a supe, so they had to treat you like a monster.

Suddenly two armed guards approached your cell, you stared at the cold faces on their faces before inspecting your restraints.

"You know, I always wanted to try bondage, but I didn't think it would be with such an unenthusiastic audience" You said and soon one of them opened the cell to release you from your imprisonment.

You let out a satisfied grunt as you rubbed both of your sore wrists. Just as the two guards left, Homelander came into view. With the annoyed look on his face, you had expected him to at least be happy to see you.

"Why the long face?" You asked when exiting your cell.

"You caused a raid at the after party. What word of do not cause trouble do you not understand?"

"Ahh you people confuse me. Oh Deadpool please rile up the Starlighters! No Deadpool don't punch the Starlighter for spilling your drink on you! Pick a side goddamn it!" You said changing your voice each time when imitating a person.

Homelander rolls his eyes at your attitude.

"I can't wait for this to be over with" Homelander murmured and began walking away. You didn't wait for a second to pass before chasing after him.

"Hey now! I'm literally your only friend left! Maeve got blown into Christmas dust, Noir became jello, The Deep... eh... he's still pretty balls deep inside an octopus, A-Train is busy being in his redemption arc. And Starlight? To be honest I never considered her apart of our friend group" You whispered the last part as though you were gossiping, which you were in the case.

"Lucky me" Homelander said in the most monotone voice it was hard not to miss the absent of emotions in his eyes.

"You're welcome bestie!! #2 bestie though because I've just became friends with Espresso lady last night" You said and quickly took your stuff back from the officer to show the picture of you and Sabrina Carpenter on your phone.

"Ugh..." Clearly not interested, Homelander left you behind but you could care less as you ended up bragging it to the poor police officer just trying to do his job.

[The Next Next Next Next Next Day]

Of course you're a supe so 99% of your job is to have fun while the 1% of your job is saving lives. You laughed as you fought with the group of thieves inside the crowded casino. A feet away stood, you guessed it, Homelander watching with his arms crossed. It looked more like he wanted this to be over with than be concerned for the safety of the civilians.

"Man this place looks great! How did I never knew of this part of the city?" You said looking around the interior design after effortlessly dodging the man's knife which you simply twisted in his hands to stab it right through his chest.

"Can you get away? I'm trying to win here" An old granny spoke when pushing the dead corspe off the gambling machine.

"Oooo... what's this?" Your eyes went wide in awe as you watched her repetitively tap on the button. Years of your life and you never thought of such a divine invention.

"FUCK YOU!!" A thief jumped off a table and onto your back, his knife in hand as he continously stabbed you on the chest.

"Why is it always the bad guys with the lousy gambling habits? Seriously, I could be playing poker right now, and instead, I'm stuck here whooping your asses" You whipped out your gun and shot the man in the face, his grip on you loosening as he falls to the ground.

Clearly knowing they have no chance in winning, they quickly ran but you simply shot each of them from the back until the very last one. With the dead bodies splattered across the casino floor, you spin your pistol around to blow the hot smoke from it.

"They don't call me Deadpool for nothing. Get it? Cause' Dead... pooool" You laughed when motioning at the pool of dead bodies on the ground that some of the bystanders watching and hiding were scared of what to do at the moment.

They also don't call you the insane member of The Seven for nothing.

[The Next Next Next Next Next Next Day]

You yawned with your back pressed on the sofa while Homelander was pretty much glaring daggers down at you. That's because you decided to make yourself feel homey in his room. With how good the leather felt— how could you not?

"Hey Ryan!" You waved at Ryan who awkwardly stops at the mention of his name.

"Hey..." He waves back at you with a nervous smile before hurrying up the stairs.

Even with Homelander pretty much wanting to kill you right now, you still had the mood to stretch all over his sofa. You grunt at the bliss of the feeling. The feeling of relaxation.

"Maaaan! I haven't gotten to rest for the past few days. Makes me wish I was born a rock"

"Why are you even in my room?" He asks, his voice so piercing.

"Eh... Ever head of a sleepover? Don't you wanna put on face masks together and do each other's nails? We ARE besties aren't we? #2 bestie though since Espresso lady—"

"Enough! GET OUT!!" Suddenly he lifts you up and threw you out the window. Ignoring the sounds of screaming and car alarm blaring, he sat down on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Finally... some peace...

[The Next Next Next Next Next Next Next Last Day]

With the responsibility of needing to follow you around to make sure you didn't intervene with Sister Sage's plan, he was starting to lose his sanity, or what's left of it. He sits in his chair with the rest of the members. Apparently you had called for a meeting and you had to specify that it was an important one. About what? Nobody knows.

"Where is Deadpool?" Firecracker asked since everyone had been waiting for almost an hour now. But just as she said that, you arrived, multiple puppies in your arms.

"Hellooooo! Thank you for waiting for me!! I had to drop by the pet shop to adopt these little devils" You said as you handed one to each of them.

"Ooh puppies!" Black Noir said happily when accepting one from you.

"Can you hurry up?" Sister Sage spoke up with the puppy in her hand playfully biting her fingers.

"Yeah yeah don't rush me, don't you know how to respect your elders?" You stood at the center in front of them. Before starting you made sure to clear your throat very thoroughly. All expected you to be serious about what you had to say but suddenly you balled your fists together with your effort of making puppy dog eyes.

"Pleasepleaseplease let me have my freedom back!! I swear I'll be good!!" You begged and Homelander practically stared at you while not giving much care of the puppy gnawing at his glove.

"You know you wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't been constantly breaking all the ties we have with other companies!! Do you know how helpful it could have been if you didn't pull that stunt at the met gala's after party?" Sister Sage said, expressing her frustration towards you but you waved her off dismissively.

"Okay but seriously guys, I appreciate the whole 'let's babysit Deadpool since they're a walking disaster' routine, but it's getting a bit old. I mean, come on, I've been doing the whole vigilante thing for a while now and nobody ever had a problem with it! I was even the host for MTV 2020!!"

"Which they banned you after because you exposed every celebrity there!"

"Not my fault that Ryan Reynolds had a thing for me"

You sighed.

"I'm starting to think you hate me Sage"

"Oh wow I wonder why"

"Nonono it's because I'm so smart that you can't even predict my next moves!!"

"Or maybe, you make the dumbest decisions that even I can't predict them!!"

"Oh please! I'm the Picasso of poor decisions! It's an art form! The only thing predictable is my ability to be unpredictably unpredictable"

Suddenly all attention turned to Homelander the second he let out an annoyed sound.

"... you know what? Fine. Go do your own thing. Bother someone else who gives a shit" He said waving you off and you jumped happily in the air. At the same time, Sister Sage looked at him in disbelief.

"You know they're gonna get in the way of our plans right?"

"Do you wanna babysit them?" He asks which made her stay quiet and simply lean back into her chair.

All of them watched as you happily skipped your way out of the meeting room. As expected, for the next few days you created more problems for everyone to deal with, first you created a line of Deadpool-themed lingerie which the manufacturing had to be shut down because the company you worked with were selling it using fake products, it was so bad that it had influencers calling you out for it.

Then there was the thing where you hired a bunch of hackers to loop baby shark on every TV in America. That nearly got you arrested but Vought being Vought, they managed to bail you out. If it didn't get worse, you also went ahead spraying neon red on the Statue of Liberty and for some reason replaced all billboards with ads featuring a fake upcoming movie called "Deadpool: The Musical".

During those same days, you were away most of the time so when you came back to Vought to find Homelander in his wrecked up room. You decided to sit down beside him on the floor. Everything was destroyed, even the TV screen was smashed but yet it was still playing. You could care less on why he did it. All you cared about was your hungry stomach right now.

"Chimichangas?" You said, offering him one. He looks at you with a blank expression... before taking one and eating it himself.

Eventually you two enjoyed the food peacefully while you leaned your head on his shoulder, a smile on your face and a scowl on his.

[thesilmarillionblog]

𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭: 𝟒

Click here to read the first part.

Summary: You and Soldier Boy want to create a family and move on from everything, even the Vought, but you also know that he has to face Homelander one last time to keep his vow to Butcher. However, nothing turns out as you had hoped.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: +18! (MINORS DNI), Heavy angst, hurt, memory loss, established relationship, Soldier Boy loses his shit, reader is confused and horny, reader gets hurt, Soldier Boy gets hurt

Word Count: 5550

A/N: English is not my first language.

This is inspired by the song 'Remembrance' by Memoria Futuri.༊

Someone knocked on the door and opened it while you were attempting to save yourself from Soldier Boy, saying, “Sir, you are expected..”

Soldier Boy became enraged as you tried to flee from him while you attempted to go back to Butcher and the rest of the team. He yelled at the man, saying, “Get the fuck out of here; if anyone comes here, you're all fucking dead.”

It was hard to control himself while you still talked about the team who put him back into sleep.

The man immediately apologized with terror on his face and shut the door.

“Can you just let me go?” While you sat on the table and he waited between your legs, you protested and placed your hands on his powerful ones that were on either side of yours. He didn't even move an inch. Of course. 

You realized that it would be pointless to use a language to ask for help or anything else since your listener was no longer with you and it was unlikely that anybody else was listening to you at the moment through your phone or something. Actually, it was best if they just ignored Soldier Boy and never faced him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Soldier Boy asked, seeming to be in irritation. Even though he was attempting to remain composed and have a decent conversation, he couldn't help but raise his voice to you. 

It would be better to play the game, whatever it was, to keep yourself safe from him, even though you were puzzled as hell trying to figure out what was going on and how he knew you. He might have hurt you, or worse, god forbid, if you had done him any wrong.

His hard, enraged glare on you overwhelmed you, and your heart raced behind your chest. Anxiously, you bit your lip to keep from talking while he waited for a response, but your eyes strayed about the tiny space as you waited and continued to consider what to say or do.

To your surprise, he took a deep breath to settle himself when he felt your heart racing and anxiety rising. He then gently stroked your cheek with his thumb and then your hair.

He asked, “Why did you change your mind?” but you were at a loss for words. “Come on, talk to me.”

All you knew was that this was something you needed to discuss with Butcher right away. Soldier Boy spoke to you as though you were longtime lovers. You searched far and wide for anything about him, but nothing came up. Not even one thing at all. You were even more perplexed by his tone. Why would the strongest superhero ever lie to you? There was not a single explanation from him, so you realized you had to talk to Butcher about it soon. 

But first, you had to protect yourself from Soldier Boy.

His body stiffened at seeing you lost in thought. “If you fucking tell me there is someone else while I was...” he muttered in a menacing tone, and your eyes widen with fear that he would lose his shit or something else. 

With a panicked “no,” you interrupted him immediately and put one hand on his chest to convince him that you were telling the truth. 

“Then why are you acting this way?” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. “You are so distant as if I am a stranger to you. You're telling me that you want to go back to people who put me back in a fucking box even though you damn well know that they deceived me.” He tried to contain his rage as he yelled, “Oh fuck,” but you could feel the heat radiating from him as his chest began to glow up. 

You let out a painful, shocked “Ow” and withdrew your hand while kissing your palm to ease the pain.

Soldier Boy stopped blazing in the chest and took your hand, tenderly kissing your palm with an apology and a curse on his lips. Your body shivered with a type of pleasure you were too ashamed to admit to yourself, as well as astonishment. 

You were taken aback by what you saw in Soldier Boy; he was acting strangely, as though he truly cared about you, and you began to question your own reality and about what really happened to you months ago. You didn't know if Butcher was hiding anything about Soldier Boy, but you still had faith in him since you knew that all he wanted was to murder Homelander, destroy the Seven, and save the world from the so-called superheroes. 

You knew Soldier Boy was ready to make you talk to him again as he gazed at you expectantly with his darkened green eyes. But you were unsure of how to answer his questions, which you didn't even understand, so you trembled and hesitated as you stared at his lips. Soldier Boy looked perplexed and released his grip on yours.

Moving on the table, you adjusted your body before he could say anything else that would make you feel even more perplexed and nervous about his questions. You placed both of your hands on the back of his thick neck, raised your head, and started kissing him in an attempt to divert his attention and, at the very least, temporarily end his endless queries. 

Soldier Boy was clearly as bewildered as you were when you kissed him, so his lips were hesitant. Nevertheless, he kissed you back right away, even more intensely and passionately. He then placed his hands on your thighs and squeezed them slightly, but not hard enough to hurt. 

Though you weren't sure if it was your justification for finding an excuse to kiss him while he pretended to know you for years or whatever, at least it was a good and rational approach to silence the most powerful Supe ever. Your mind was racing and your heart was rushing at the same time.

Your body shuddered as Soldier Boy began to dominate your mouth with his tongue. You couldn't stop moaning in his mouth and pulling his hair a little aggressively. Afterward, one of your hands moved to his neck and lightly touched him there with your fingertips.

He grumbled, “I missed you so fucking much,” in between lips and further pressed your physique on the table, completely enclosing your body. “You are so dear to me.”

Both of you let out loud moans as he tightly gripped your hip and pressed his hardness between your legs. Under his intense and passionate touch, you were lost in the moment and didn't even know what to do or how you were supposed to proceed. It seemed as though your bodies had known each other for a very long time.

You whimpered in pain as your knee struck the firearm on Soldier Boy's armor, right before he took your legs and wrapped them around his hips.

Before you could respond, he groaned, “Fuck,” and removed the gun from his suit and placed it on the table.

He was giving you wild kisses as you were supporting yourself with one hand on the table and resisting his attempts to get you to lie there.

You cried out in surprise and pleasure as his hands abruptly gripped one of your tits and played with your hard nipple through your thin t-shirt. “See how much I missed you,” Soldier Boy said while taking your hand on his neck and pressing it against his erection through his suit.

Your kisses became sloppy when you felt his heavy cock throbbing beneath your fingers as he pressed himself further. That was really getting out of hand. 

“Do you want me to fuck you now? Then, with a clearer head, we can talk more efficiently, huh?” He stated, removing your hand from his hardness. 

Before you could respond, he forcefully pushed you against the table and pulled your hips to his cock. Your knees began to shake, and you realized that things were getting out of control for real. 

When you heard the broken vase on the table fall to the floor, Soldier Boy wrapped your legs around his hips and swiftly shoved the other items away. He was actually getting you ready, so much so that you were at a loss for words. 

You managed to say, “Hey, wait, wait,” hoping that he would settle down just as he was starting to unzip himself as his other hand was working on your jeans. Without a doubt, he was prepared to fuck you right here at the table. 

His hands were waiting on your jeans, clearly showing how much he wanted you. “What happened now?” he responded angrily. 

You managed to say, “I don't want... to have sex here,” but as you stood up, your voice was shaky, your legs were trembling from intensity, and a beyond comprehension thrill shot through your entire body. 

He remarked, “It will be very quick; no one will interrupt us,” to persuade you. His eyes were darkened with need and frustration, his hands were waiting on your jeans, and it was difficult for him to think clearly due to the hardness pulsing between your legs. You had even no idea who he was to you.

He pressed himself a little more by holding onto your hip and planting a firm kiss on your lips while you remained silent and prepared to refuse him once more. He said, “Don't you see how you make me hard? I'm going to explode right here. Fuck, I've been missing you so much for months. Let's get relaxed so we can continue our conversation later on, sweetheart. Hm?”

As Soldier Boy planted a kinder, softer kiss on you this time, you considered alternative ways to calm him down, prevent him from becoming enraged again, and avoid getting fucked on the table. He rubbed himself between your knees passionately and looked at you with an inexplicable type of need that left your head racing and excitement taking over your body.

Finally, with considerable effort, you placed one of your shaky palms on his enormous erection and lifted your head to face him. Knowing that he would not stop fucking you if you asked, you carefully considered your options before saying, “I want to give you a handjob,” in the hopes that he would actually listen to you. 

“You want that?” Soldier Boy asked, looking a little puzzled but obviously pleased and thrilled.

Oh gosh, instead of being afraid, you found yourself strangely excited as you prepared to give a handjob to a supe who called you sweet things and kissed you like you were lovers. You weren't sure if it was because you were also aroused or because he was Soldier Boy, the strongest superhero ever. Whatever it was, he was correct in one regard: you also needed a moment to relax. 

You nodded to him and began to unzip him using two hands, but Soldier Boy immediately interrupted, “Use just one hand; be quick, baby.” He was impatiently and desiringly waiting for you to continue. His hands were resting on the table by your sides.

As you did as he said, you unzipped his pants and, after some effort, removed his throbbing cock. It felt massive and heavy in your hands, and you gasped. When you put your hands around his firmness, your thumb wildly twirled around each vein. You felt like you were going to have a heart attack or something. You questioned whether Soldier Boy was inherently large or if all supermen had enormous cocks like that because your hands were quite small in comparison to his cock. It was impossible to grasp him fully.

You wanted to use both hands, but he had asked you to use only one, so your other hand was resting on his wrist on the table.

He groaned, “Your hand feels so, so good, baby,” and began to make deep moans as your thumb rubbed on the head. “Keep going; we must be quick.”

You said to him, trying to get a firm grasp, “You're too big.”

He smiled at you slyly and said, “Oh yeah?” while he waited for you to continue. Your praise had flattered his ego. 

You couldn't help but pull toward Soldier Boy and blame his attitude for trying to fuck you on a table, even if you were a little ashamed about how turned on you were and how ready you were to give him a handjob—you didn't even know him. You convinced yourself that you were only acting in order to help him relax. 

With a sudden “Tell me you missed me,” he kissed your neck. 

You responded, “I missed you,” giving him what he wanted and needed to hear. 

You instinctively tightened your hand around his shaft and struck him, causing him to groan so loudly that it made you shudder. You were positive that you were soaking under there. This time, you gave him another stroke and really tightened your grip to see if he was hurt, but instead of getting hurt under your hands, he just started to move and fuck into the palm of your hand with passionate growlings. 

“Just like that, fuck, baby. You're so good for me. Keep going. Almost there,” he snarled as he began to fuck into your hand. He matched your speed as you began to stroke him quickly in an attempt to get him to come. Even though you tried your hardest to please him, he was taking a while to reach pleasure. 

Ben watched your tiny hand work swiftly over him and felt himself getting closer. You gasped in shock when he quickly reached into your pants, tore off your underwear, and removed it since there was no place or something to empty himself on.

Saying, “It's not the first time; relax,” he gently pushed your hand away before taking himself in hand and beating his cock on your ripped underwear. You were staring at him in complete astonishment, your hands waiting specterically on his hips, your lips open, and you couldn't stop panting. 

Soldier Boy started to spill on your torn underwear with a deep groan, and you had to hold your breath while he painted your underwear with his thick, white ropes. He was taking a while to empty himself completely. He was just coming too much.

Finally, after some time, he was finished. While you were attempting to figure out what was actually going on between you and Soldier Boy, he put your underwear into the nearest tin and tucked himself in his pants with a relieved breath. 

With a playful manner, he said, “You tease,” and adjusted his suit as your head started to throb so bad that you whimpered and touched your forehead as if that would make it better. 

You closed your eyes as the pain caused your eyes to get teary. The identical sentence was said by a voice that seemed to be speaking to you from a distance; it was vague and ambiguous, like a deja vu or illusion.

“Sweetheart,” he said in a gentle and sympathetic tone. “Are you okay?”

“I am,” you blurted out. “I..don't know.”

“Are you feeling under the weather? Or is it only your head hurting?” he asked, gently brushing his cheeks and chin in an attempt to figure out what was wrong. “How long has the pain in your head been there? Is it hurting too much?”

You were about to tell him you couldn't recall anything at all, but you instantly changed your mind. “Yes, for a while,” you muttered feebly. “I guess I just had a deja vu or something.” 

You looked fairly perplexed when you said ‘deja vu,’ and Ben was confused because the event you just shared wasn't years ago or anything. You must be in a great deal of discomfort because of Butcher. He was the reason of everything.

“Alright, come with me. The best physicians can be found in Vought. This headache might be serious. You don't look well.”

Soldier Boy kissed your head, put his arms around you, and slowly stroked your back as you remained motionless and continued rubbing your forehead with weeping eyes. 

You blurted out, “No, I have to go back to the team,” in a worried voice. “Butcher..”

He tried to fully understand you by asking, “Why are you still so stubborn about going back? He was the one who gave you such an awful hit to the head. You keep talking about him, even though I'm here telling you that I've missed you. Really, sweetheart. Tell me the reason. You need to talk with me, but don't worry, I'll try not to lose my temper.”

Ben tried his hardest to understand you when he saw how vulnerable you were, but you kept standing up for the team and picking Butcher over him, which was going to drive him insane.

With frightened eyes, you whispered, “No, he didn't hit me.”

“For fucks sake,” Soldier Boy muttered under his breath while continuing to gently touch your back. “Do you remember how he shoved you against the table, leaving your head dripping blood all around? You say you want to go back to him and the other after what he did to us, even if he injured you and put me back to sleep.”

Since you couldn't remember anything about him, you made an effort to figure out things and what he was saying, but you couldn't even comprehend or recall what he was saying before he became enraged again. You didn't know what was going on yet; you trusted Butcher and Hughie.

You started crying because you felt extremely vulnerable and couldn't handle the stress that he was putting on you. You tried everything and forced your mind to recall something, but it was really difficult, and as you continued to cry, your head started to hurt even more. 

It was all you wanted to get out of here and back to the team—to ask Butcher about Soldier Boy and have him give you the truth about what actually transpired. Unfortunately, Soldier Boy was determined about holding you back, which distressed you much and caused your head to start hurting badly. Everything was just too much. 

You started crying more because you felt lost. How come Kimiko would abandon you to be with him by yourself here? With a fucking dangerous supe? 

Soldier Boy's hands came to a stop on your arms as he gave you a painful look and said, “Why are you crying now?” feeling burdened by guilt. “Okay, when you're feeling better, let's discuss again.” And he gave you a tight hug with his powerful arms, kissed your hair lightly, and made an effort to figure out what was wrong with you.

He was finding it difficult to totally understand you at the moment because you were warm but still way too distant. Unlike him, you were usually chatty and free to communicate what you wanted or didn't want. However, today, you were a strange box that was difficult to open. Ben was worried that it might be related to brain damage because something was really wrong with you. 

He would murder Butcher just for that.

You said, “I don't want to talk,” in between tears. 

“Why are you behaving strangely and wildly? We were so good moments ago, and now you're crying. I fucking don’t understand you.” With a heavy heart, he let out a sigh and continued massaging your back and body with his muscular arms. He should have known that having a sudden, special, and intense moment months later would leave you feeling this way. He had thought it would be better. 

With gloved hands, Soldier Boy stroked your face before he eventually murmured, “Look, let's make a deal.”

You asked in a shattered voice, wishing to hear nothing at all. “What deal?”

“You come with me; we'll visit a doctor, and if all goes well, I'll release you. Of course, after you spend a week with me and we have a proper conversation. I'll let you go if you explain why you don't want to be in a relationship with me anymore. I'm saying a week, because you might change your idea,” he explained in a hurt tone. It surprised him that even the idea of letting you go caused so much agony, but seeing you in this state was even more difficult, and Ben wasn't sure what else he could do.

You sobbed and said, “I don't want to stay with you,” because talking about Butcher or the others would just make Soldier Boy enraged. “Why are you so obsessed?”

With a hurt in his voice, he continued to comfort you by gently massaging your back with his firm hands. “Now I'm obsessed?” he asked.

You continued to cry and did not answer him when you met his eyes. There was a part of you that was frightened of him and a part of you that was no longer worried about it. 

“After all that we've been through together, don't you think I deserve an honest explanation? It was you that persuaded me to start a life with you. What changed in a brief period of time?” Soldier Boy spoke, his voice so broken that his jaw clinched. “You had said you loved me.” 

Your mouth dropped open in shock as he continued to discuss events that you could not recall, leaving you speechless. 

You firmly told him, “I would never love someone like you,” not trusting him. It was a little frightening that you thought he would lose his temper again, but you were so lost and vulnerable that you forgot he was Soldier Boy you were conversing with. You wiped away your tears and said in a trembling voice, “I'm scared of you. You're cruel, obsessive.”

Ben fought to swallow your harsh remarks, holding his breath and suddenly stopping his hands at your back. He thought of the moments when you expressed your love for him, and he sensed your genuine affection through the sound of your heartbeat and voice. Being a supe, he was able to detect deception. Whenever you told him how much you loved him, you never once lied.

You weren't lying when you said that you could never love him, based on the rhythm of your heartbeats. When you told him how afraid of him, you were being completely honest about that too, and when you told him he was a ruthless, obsessed man. Was it too simple to stop loving someone so quickly? 

“Is this what you really think about me?” You felt a little more at ease when Soldier Boy asked in a hurt voice while drawing his hands to himself.

But when your eyes met his painful green ones, you became overwhelmed with an agonizing feeling that consumed you and seized over your heart. He gazed at you expectantly, as though you had cruelly stabbed him in the back. It was true, though, that you were not experiencing the kind of love he was referring to. How on earth is it possible to love someone you've never met? 

“Yeah,” you replied while still feeling terrified, waiting for him to make the decision to let you go.

Ben closely listened to your heartbeat in order to detect any hint of dishonesty if you were up to something else. This allowed him to determine the cause of your bad attitude and take the necessary action to fix things up. But your heart rate and voice were normal, which proved that you were being sincere with him. It was therefore either all a lie between you or it was incredibly simple to stop loving someone. He could never have imagined the weight of your betrayal. 

Soldier Boy took a step back, startling you, but you were unable to move as you weren't prepared for this. He stared at you with hurt and rage, as if he had been tricked once more. 

You looked at him in shock as he stated, “I'm the same man who fucked you and you loved me,” in an arrogant and aggressive voice. 

“So this is it,” he added in a harsh voice while jaw-clenching and his gloved hands turned into fists in an attempt to calm himself down. “You just changed your feelings immediately after we haven't seen each other in just three months. Oh fuck,” he exhaled deeply in aggravation as he tried to suppress the power beneath his chest. 

He said, “You learned how to deceive and betray from that son of a bitch Butcher very well,” realizing that you would say nothing. “I fucking can't believe I truly believed,” he said, pausing to reflect on Butcher as his heart grew enraged. All of this would not have occurred if he had murdered Butcher when he betrayed him.

Then he thought back to how you smelled while you were lying on the bed together months before the disaster occurred—soft, kind, and lovely. Perhaps it was your affection that gave him the impression that you smelled amazing. But now, all you smelled was cruelty and bitterness, as if that meant you two were no longer connected.

“I should have known from the way you smelled.” As you moved from the table and got on your feet, Soldier Boy mumbled something incoherently and looked at you as if he despised you. “You used to smell like me when we were together; now all you smell is bitterness, just like everyone else,” he said in a low voice, as if he were speaking to himself.

You could not shake the sadness and agony that filled your heart as he talked about how you used to smell. His tone was so harsh that you almost believed something had long since been lost between you. When he informed you that you no longer smelled like him and that you were a stranger because he was a stranger to you as well, his sincere words turned into poison. It shouldn't have meant anything, but you couldn't get over how hurt you felt, and it suddenly brought tears to your eyes.

There were so many unanswered questions, and they would all be aimed at Butcher. 

You were scared to move while he was still close to you, so you asked, “Will you let me go now?” As he was attempting to solve the issue, he saw that you were willing to let go of everything and that you shared with such ease, and his jaw tightened in fury.

Finally, in a low voice, he grumbled, “Yeah,” sounding more like he was threatening you than serene. 

As soon as he saw you like this and breathed a sigh of relief, he went on, “Of course you can go, but nothing changed between me and Butcher or the rest of the team. I'll track you down and murder them as soon as you get back to them, just like they deserved.”

Your voice was faint as you begged him, “Please, don't,” as your eyes grew big with fear and you were frozen. In fact, Soldier Boy shared the same selfishness as other supes.

He stated in a harsh voice, “I'll fucking do it; I won't even blink. Every single one of them deserves to die for what they have done to me.”

You whispered to him, “Is it about me?” in an attempt to persuade him to reconsider. 

“No,” he answered instantly, watching your every facial expression and movement closely. “I'd kill them anyway. Just like you said, I'm fucking obsessed.”

“They are..” You were lost for words. You eventually said, “They are strong too,” remembering the virus they had been working on. 

Soldier Boy smiled slightly, but his smile didn't reach his lips. With an arched eyebrow, he said, “I accept the challenge if it is one.”

You inquired, hesitantly approaching him in fear and unsure of his reaction, “Can't you just let go of the past?”

“No,” Soldier Boy immediately replied as he saw you approaching him. 

Ben just wanted to be with you, and this was more than he could have ever envisioned for the two of you. He was unable to understand whether it was due to the passing of time or the fact that your love was insufficient to hold him. 

Just as Ben was going to add something else, he glanced at your finger and noticed that the ring he had purchased for you was missing. You had liked it a lot. With despair and grief filling his heart, he inhaled deeply. He wondered how many times this evening you would treat him like a worthless piece of fucking garbage. 

But then he had an idea and chose to put you to the test. Considering that you never addressed him by name and that you had an odd attitude along with a severe headache, it was a sense that made him suspicious as well as a sense of hope that he held. Physically, there was nothing wrong with you, but there was definitely something very, very wrong with the way you behaved. 

“I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to tell me the truth. If you promise not to lie, I'll allow you to return to the team after this,” he added quietly as he gave you an intense examination. 

His offer surprised you, but even though you didn't trust him, there was a part of you that desperately wanted to believe him. 

You said, “How will I know you're not deceiving me?” as hope excitedly filled your heart at the offer he made. 

He continued in a low voice, “No deception, no lies,” as he moved closer to you, and his face was now very close to yours. 

Despite your fear that he might ask about something you couldn't remember, you bit your lip and gave in to your helplessness before responding, “Okay.” 

He asked, “Will you tell me the truth?” and even though you were at a loss for words, you nodded in response. 

You said, “What if I tell you the truth and you get mad at me?” before he spoke.

Soldier Boy whispered, “Just be honest with me. I will never lose my temper. I promise.”

Giving a nod to him, you muttered, “Okay,” expecting he would keep his word and that his question would be simple to lie about.

Soldier Boy inhaled deeply before gently asking, “What happened to the necklace I gifted you?” while meeting your gaze.

Well, that wasn't too difficult, but you still needed to exercise caution to avoid upsetting him. After a while, your hands around your neck, and you hurriedly said, “I lost it a month ago,” in a trembling voice.

Oh god, Ben closed his eyes hard and began to realize that your attitude and severe headache had a reason. All this time, he should have realized that there was something seriously wrong with you. How was it that he was unable to figure out while you continued to stand up for Butcher and rejoin the team? It's more likely that you're having some sort of memory loss or something else rather than your feelings for him actually changing. Not because you didn't love him anymore. Additionally, your heart was beating like crazy, unstable.

You whispered, “Can I go now?” fearing he wouldn't follow through on his promise to release you. 

In a soft voice, he continued, “You just lied to me, baby.” Rather than sounding angry, he seemed somewhat relieved.

Saying hastily, “No, I promise, I'm telling you the truth, please,” you touched his forearm to gain his trust. It should have been evident to you that he wouldn't keep his word. “You told me you'd let me go.”

You tried so hard to convince Soldier Boy, but he finally said, “I've never bought you a necklace,” but all he did was smile. “It was a ring.”

He closed the space between you before you could say anything, gave you a strong, warm hug, and planted a one-strong kiss on your head. You tried to think of anything to say, but how were you expected to respond when you had no idea what he was talking about? You were not even able to distinguish between the truth and a lie. 

You began, “I-” feebly, but he interrupted you right away. You were at a loss for words. 

With a gentle yet firm tone, Soldier Boy withdrew and gave your cheek a gentle touch. “Now I understand why you've been acting this way,” he said. “You are probably going through memory loss or something similar, but we'll overcome this together, sweetheart. We'll be alright, and I'll make you remember me. I promise.”

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Neuman's Guard Dog (1/3)

summary: desperate times call for desperate measures. victoria neuman has procured a vial of compound V and intends to use it on you. she can't always be there to protect you.

warnings: drug coercion, hurt/comfort, graphic descriptions of bodily harm, murder, violence, blood, reader turned supe, body horror, neuman is not a good person (but we still love her), mentions of politics, general ‘The Boys’ show disclaimer, also NO SMUT (rip)

before you read: Reader is aware of Vic's blood powers. NOT aware of Vic's head explosions (ex. congress attack), relationship to Stan Edgar, The Boys (especially Hughie being involved). Sameer and Zoe do not exist in any of my AUs. Reader has been in life-threatening situations before, not a fan of them, but has been in at least two before.

Tensions are rising across the country, the world is getting more dangerous by the minute. There has already been two attempts on Victoria's life, she's made certain you are unaware of this; she's made certain you know nothing of Butcher and his "Boys". The risk of you being hurt because is far too high.

She promises she will make your relationship public after the election, but she's lying. If the world finds out about you, you're dead. Homelander, Butcher, Stan Edgar... they all have the power to kill you, they just need to see the big shiny target on your back first.

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The hotel room you are staying at is lavish, it makes you feel like a celebrity — which is appreciated when you're really just the Vice President elect's paramour. In reality, you know you're more than that, but being sealed in this room doesn't make you feel like it. You're lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling, listening to a TV reporter cover the election in the background. You pull out your phone and check the voting map, it's more of the same. You groan and roll over, longingly awaiting Victoria's return. The monotonous voice of the reporter lulls you to sleep, only for you to be awoken shortly afterwards by Victoria’s gentle voice.

"I know I was gone longer than I said I would be," she closes the door behind her and sits next to you on the bed, "C'mere."

Victoria motions for you to lay your head in her lap and you oblige. She plays with your hair and stares at the television. Her silence causes you to turn on your back to get a better look at her face. Though her gaze is transfixed towards the screen, you notice her mind is elsewhere.

"You okay, honey?" you ask.

Victoria purses her lips and meets your eyes. Her serious expression causes you to sit up straight. Oh shit, she's gonna’ dump me. You shift uncomfortably, preparing for what's to come.

"I won't always be here to protect you. I- ... I can't deal with the thought of you getting hurt when I'm not around… I’m scared something is going to happen to you." Victoria takes your hands in hers, "I need you to do this for me."

She pulls out a capped needle full of blue liquid. You furrow your brows and gawk at her.

"W-Why do I need to... Vic, what is that?" you question.

The unnatural color of the liquid makes you uneasy. The only time you've seen that color is in TV shows about meth. Oh my god, does she want me to do meth? Your eyes widen even more. Why the fuck would she want me to do meth!?

"Compound V," she sets the needle down on the bed next to you. "It... It's what gave me my powers."

Not meth. You let out a sigh of relief, which is quickly replaced by a gasp of concern.

"Why do I need to take that!? What kind of danger am I in?" you yelp.

Victoria remains silent and looks away. You lean towards her, she's crying. Your stomach drops and you can't figure out what to say.

“Please. Just. Take. It." She places her hands on her face in an attempt to self pacify, "You'll be okay. I took it when I was a child and I'm fine. It is literally the only way for me to guarantee your safety, please." Her lip trembles.

You're speechless. She's never begged for anything before, let alone cried for it. You bounce your leg anxiously, working up the courage to do or say something. You grab her hand and pick up the needle.

"Okay. I-I will. I'll do it," you steady your voice, but your hand shakes as she takes the needle.

She sniffles and lets out an exasperated 'Thank you'. When she uncaps the needle you realize how huge it really is. Your breathing becomes more rapid and your whole body starts to tremble. You sit with your legs dangling off the front of the bed and she rolls up your shirt. You take in a deep breath and hold it, tears well up in the corners of your eyes.

"I love you," she presses a kiss into your shoulder as she injects the needle.

The second the blue fluid starts coursing through you, you feel like you should have asked a few more questions. That train of thought is cut off by a scorching pain. It feels like a wildfire is soaring through your veins. You cry out and collapse forward, supporting yourself up onto your elbows. Your whole body jerks from the pain. Victoria kneels down beside you and reaches for your arm, you pull away and stand. You sway unsteadily and stare down at her. Tears flow from her eyes but her face appears quiet, she knew how much this would hurt you. Your mixed emotions guide you to the bed and you throw yourself under the covers. You want to be mad, you want to scream and wail and kick until you see red but pain has sedated your anger. You can do nothing but sob and call for Neuman.

Victoria hurriedly joins you in bed, she pulls you close against her and pets your head. She kisses your forehead and whispers words of comfort. You choke on your cries and bury your face into her neck. You feel like you're dying. You find solace in the fact that it will be in her arms; and anguish in the fact that she will have been the one to kill you. At some point, your body gives out from exhaustion and you lie still.

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The survival rate in adults injected with Compound V is an unsettling twenty percent. Victoria considered this, of course. She told you everyone in the company needed to submit bloodwork, for “insurance purposes”. It was a shit lie but you blindly followed her words anyway. She sent you to a Vought-owned lab and ran more in-depth tests. Your blood already contained slight traces of V, not enough for powers, but enough to give this new dose something to cling onto. This allows for a far less fatal outcome. She destroyed all evidence of the bloodwork afterwards, there's no need for you to know your own parents doped you as a newborn too. The powers you will gain can't be predicted, but she is satisfied with the guarantee of superhuman durability.

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You wake up alone. You’re drenched in sweat but the pounding in your skull has ceased. I don’t feel any different? You slowly sit up and look around the room.

“Vic?”

You’re met with silence. You feel a pang of sorrow in your heart but chase away any forming tears. Upon getting up, you notice a water bottle and a small note.

‘ I swear I will make this up to you, I’ll be back as soon as a I can. I love you.

(If you feel up to it — counting is expected to wrap around 11, there’s an open bar!) ‘

You chug the water and drop the bottle letting bounce on the floor. You’re pissed at Vic. How much could she possibly care about my safety when she’s fully willing to abandoned my unconscious body… in a locked… fancy… You groan, she didn’t exactly leave you to the wolves but you’re feeling are still hurt. You trudge towards the bathroom, needing to wash off this whole event.

Thankfully, the shower makes you feel like a person again. You wipe the steam from the mirror and examine yourself — nothing seems different? You shrug and pat yourself dry. You find the oversized t-shirt you wore as pajamas last night and throw it on. Victoria’s red lipstick rests on the counter, it’s as sleek and polished as she is. The thought of her makes you smile, you are so quick to forgive. You pick it up to examine it but the sound of voices outside the door makes you stop abruptly.

Cautiously, you crack the door and call out for Victoria. It slams open and you’re met with two CIA agents, they stare down at you. You try to back up, but the taller man grabs your wrist and throws you into the center of the room.

Your body crashes into the floor, as you rise you notice two more people in the room; they’re hiding behind the kitchen island, a black-haired male and female in suits they appear uncomfortable in. Your attentions reverts back to your current attackers. The man who grabbed you squats in front of you.

"Care to explain what you're doing in Ms. Neuman's room?" he asks as the other man encroaches.

You remain silent and try to see what the two behind the island are trying to accomplish. A hard smack from the squatted man draws your attention back to the front. You still don't respond. He huffs and motions to his partner, who begins to draw his gun. You scramble back towards the wall, you can hear your heart beating and feel the hair on the back of your neck rise. An animalistic nature seems to be taking hold of you, all of your senses are on edge and there is a primal hunger creeping its way out of you. The click of the gun sets you off. You launch yourself off the wall and throw the armed man to the ground.

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From behind the counter, Frenchie and Kimiko are left with their mouths agape. The harmony of feral growls and screams causes them to peer from behind the counter. They see you hunched over one of the guards covered in blood, the guards torso is torn open, rank viscera is splattered across the room. You spit out a chunk of red flesh and your eyes target the other agent. Frenchie reaches for his in-ear walkie and calls for Hughie. Kimiko watches as the remaining agent unloads his firearm into your body. Unflinching, you continue your stalk towards him.

"Hughie! It seems like Neuman has turned your little friend into some kind of junkyard mutt- SHIT!" Frenchie and Kimiko duck behind the island as a severed arm comes flying towards them. Frenchie speaks in a hushed shout, "Your time to shine, Mon ami!

-

The remaining agent is left in pieces, several of which have ended up in completely different areas. The room is quiet, aside from your panting and the shuffling in the kitchen. You stare down at your hands; they're covered in blood and you notice your nails have grown much longer and sharper. Though the room has filled with the stench of iron, you can still pick up the scent of your two intruders. You attempt to move towards them, but the lack of an immediate threat to your life (and possibly the several bullets you took) causes your adrenaline to drop - you collapse onto the floor. The pain of being thrown, beat, and shot catches up to you. You whine and dig into your wounds, trying to claw out the searing bullets. The duo stand from behind the counter and the man shouts to you.

"I would not to that if I was you!" He raises his hands out and steps towards you. You stare daggers back at the man.

Before you can shout whatever obscenities were slowly developing in your clouded mind, the door flies open. Hughie Campbell pauses in the doorway and takes in the scene around him.

"Jesus Christ..." he mutters.

"I told you, Victoria has fucked her!" Frenchie ushers Kimiko out the door and quickly follows, "Deal with this how you want, we must get back to the task at hand."

Hughie makes his way towards you and freezes when you look up at him, you are sitting on the floor like a wounded dog, blind from fear. Your eyes are completely black, your teeth resemble that of a well-fed wolf, and you’re absolutely drenched in blood. Hughie cautiously kneels down next to you and places his hand on your shoulder. He calls your name and directs your attention to his face. Slowly, you recognize the man in front of you and steady your breathing. He watches your eyes return to normal, the black slowly pooling itself into your dilated pupil.

"Hughie..." your voice is a whisper, "I-".

You finally take in the devastation around you, which stretches floor to ceiling, window to wall. The reality of the situation hits you and you burst into tears. Hughie hesitates before placing his other hand on your opposite shoulder and sighing.

"I can't believe she dragged you into this. I… I'm sorry."

"Oh my god- Hughie! I'm going to fucking prison," you whimper, "Oh fuck-“

You push away from Hughie and try to steady your breath. He backs off and stands.

"I'm actually fairly confident that won't happen," he gazes down and his face flushes red.

He turns away and offers his hand out to you, "L-Lets get you out of here, and get some pants on."

You clutch his hand and rise up, pulling the t-shirt down over yourself. He opens the drawers of the hotel's dresser and stops once he finds one with something in it. He holds out a pair of boxers, several sizes too big and extremely gaudy. You make a face and he tosses them towards you and turns around.

"They're better than nothing, okay? Everything else is fucking drenched in CIA agent…" he reasons.

He grabs a sheet from the bed and wraps it around you before heading out the door. You make your way to a utility van parked behind the hotel. Hughie slides open the door and you're met with a bearded man pointing a gun at you.

"JESUS! Butcher put that away!" Hughie bends over and catches his breath.

"No way that one is getting in here," his pistol remains focused on you, "Last thing we need is Neuman storming in here and popping all our heads."

Hughie starts to protest and Butcher cocks back the hammer. You place a hand on Hughie's chest and feed him a forced smile.

"It's okay, Hughie," you assure as you pull him into a hug. “Thank you, for getting me out of there,” you feel the barrel of Butcher's gun pressed against your temple. Your breath hitches and you pull away. Hughie hops into the van and it screeches away.

You are left alone in the parking lot and limp to a nearby alleyway. You hop around shards of broken glass and find an abandoned milk crate, you'll catch your breath here and then figure out a game plan. You sit yourself down and hear small clinking noises near the ground of the milk crate. The bullets previously lodged in you are being spit out of your skin, the craters they once resided in have filled themselves and you notice you're in a lot less pain. A sigh of relief falls from your lips and you shed the sheet wrapped around your shoulders. You feel a small prick in your neck and move your hand towards the pain, a needle resides in the crook of your neck, before you can turn around you go limp.

In your last moments of alertness, you read the lettering on the van you're being pulled in to.

'VOUGHT INTERNATIONAL'

Fuck.

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authors note: part two is basically wrote in my mind already i just need to type it out <3 thanks for reading, after this next chapter im going to write for Maeve for a little bit and then possibly release a blank slate smut fic.. who’s to say really

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Homelander x Vampire! Reader

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Summary: There's nothing that taste better than the blood of the strongest supe in the world. Warning: Fem! reader insert, smut, explicit sex Wc: 1,778

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Since you developed them at the age of 8, your powers were a blessing and a curse. Gifted with an immortal indestructible body, the speed that rivaled A-Trains, and the strength of a thousand men, you had one flaw, your insatiable thirst. As a young girl who knew nothing of control, you tore right through your parents, ripping them limb from limb and sucking them dry. You've gotten a lot better at self-control since then, though the memory still haunts you. Starlight, or Annie as you knew her from her childhood was the sweetest girl you ever met. You had known her since she was a little and babysat her when her mom was away. The ball of sunshine always asked to see your fangs ( not that her mom knew until Annie was older ) and loved riding on your shoulders while you ran. She would ask you to throw her up and down, always falling into a fit of giggles, before making you chase her through the house.

You saw Annie all the way to adulthood being a loyal friend by her side when she joined the Seven and even after she met the boys and her boyfriend Hughie. As much as the spineless man annoyed you with his nerdy tendencies and sweaty smell, he was good to Annie. That's how you end up in the Vought Tower as a double agent. Ashley was the one who found you, she saw some articles about the good deeds you had done a few years back and wondered why with powers such as yours, you had flown under the radar. You could hear her voice in the meeting room introducing you. "Homelander this is Night Crawler, she would make a great member of the team, her abilities include super strength, hearing, and speed." You could smell her blood pumping and her heart rapidly beating under the scrutiny of Homelander's eyes. Pushing the door open with one hand you strode in head held high while looking around the room.

"Hello, I am Night Crawler." Before you could say any more the sweetest aroma hit your nose making you close your eyes and inhale deeply. What is that smell... It was sweet and musky enough to make you feel yourself salavate. When you opened your eyes to look at the direction of the smell your gaze landed on... Homelander.

"Well Night Crawler... what else can you do? Other than the basics." You drew your fangs out and dashed behind him wrapping your hand around his waist. He turned around the retaliate but you were faster and blinked in front of him. "Interesting...very interesting." Homelander hummed while his eyes ran up and down your revealing costume. Your costume consisted of a black spandex suit where the shorts stopped right under your butt and the top had long sleeves with a v cut down the middle. Your leather boots went all the way up your thigh leaving a sliver of skin. It was simple but effective, though Butcher thought you could stand to show more skin. "I've decided. Congrats Nightcrawler, you've made the team." He flashed a dazzling smile showing off his pearly whites. "In fact let me give you a tour of the building, as the Seven's leader it's my job to show around the newbies." Ashley went to object, but her face was met with a large red gloved hand. "Come, Nightcrawler." He commanded. You scurried after him, the scent of his veins luring you closer. Homelander gestures behind him "So as you know back there was the team meeting room, we meet there every now and then to discuss missions, stats, new marketing promos etc." Moving his hand forward, towards the elevator "Each person on the team has their own suite, mine is up here, the biggest one, since I'm the leader." Okay seems like overcompensating but who knows. The two of you stepped into the luxurious surprisingly small space. The air was suffocating; you felt like he was planning something. The ding of elevator made you jump. "Ladies first." paired with that same fake smile. You nodded and walked forward and felt him pressed on your back hard. "Come on little lady, we have lots to see and do." You looked up at him towering over your frame. "Of course sir." As you followed after him you felt your throat run dry. Shit you didn't think this meeting would run so long. You tried to distract yourself with thoughts about anything, counting how many lights where on the wall or clawing your hand at your side. "Did you hear me? Are you even listening?" You could tell Homelander was yapping about something or boasting about his saves and was annoyed that you missed the whole speech. But your mouth was watering and your head was pounding. You looked up into his eyes, gazes met. Homelander furrowed his eyes. Earlier your eyes were a bright green and now they matched those of crimson rubies. You felt your fangs poke your mouth. "Sorry," you blinked rapidly to come back to your senses. "Well then...come on Ill show you your room." He swiftly turned, cape trailing behind him. You felt like you wouldn't last any longer, you needed to get into your stash. You had asked Ashley to fill your fridge with donated blood, all you had to do was wait Homelander out. "This is where you'll be staying." He swayed his arm across as if to say "You've probably never seen a place this nice before". The room was very...stereotypical of what was thought of as vampires. Black and red colors were splattered through the room, it looked as if you stepped into a victorian gothic home. "There better not be a fucking coffin in here." You whispered to yourself. Homelander chuckled at your comment. "Do you do much...sleeping?" He cocked his head to the bedroom, strolling in as if this was HIS place. You could feel your hunger surging, if he didn't get out in the next 2 minutes you where going to go crazy. Next thing you know Homeland is by yourside, hands on your shoulders. "You know, I think I know what might help you rela-" He was cut off when you spun around and jumped onto him, legs wrapped tightly around his mid section. One of your hands wrapped around his jaw, the other one holding his shoulder for balance. You bared your fang and bit. It was the sweetest blood you ever tasted. It was like a delicacy and you couldn't stop, hunger clouded your mind. You kept sucking, relishing the feeling on your tongue. Your legs and hands squeezed tighter as if it would keep the blood coming.

Homelander stiffened, what the actual fuck. Here he was trying to get in the new girl's pants but not she was sucking him off, and not in the way he intended to. But he was getting lightheaded and turned on. The feeling of your lips on his neck, core pressed so close to him. He let out a strangled moan. He felt himself stiffening, suit a little tighter than usual. Eventually satisfied you let go, lapping up any extra spills with your tongue. Realizing what had happened and what position you where in you looked at Homelander ready to apologize. He couldn't help himself and slammed his lips on yours. The feeling of you sucking his neck was euphoric. His hand grazed your side, gentle like a lover. Before grabbing your neck and holding your body out. You hand grabbed his to release the tension. "What the fuck was that." You flashed your fangs towards him. "I need blood to sustain myself. And you have the best kind." Your smile was bloody and sadistic. It opened something up in Homelander. It was what he needed. Someone like him, you wouldn't mind his bloodshed you'd probably embrace it. He liked that you thought his blood was the best. I mean of course it was the best he was the strongest person in the world. He brought you closer to him, letting you stand on the ground.

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Since you developed them at the age of 8, you're powers were a blessing and a curse. Gifted with an immortal indestructible body, the speed that rivaled A-Trains, and the strength of a thousand men, you had one flaw, your insatiable thirst. As a young girl who knew nothing of control, you tore right through your parents, ripping them limb from limb and sucking them dry. You've gotten a lot better at self-control since then, though the memory still haunts you. Starlight, or Annie as you knew her from her childhood was the sweetest girl you ever met. You had known her since she was a little and babysat her when her mom was away. The ball of sunshine always asked to see your fangs ( not that her mom knew until Annie was older ) and loved riding on your shoulders while you ran. She would ask you to throw her up and down, always falling into a fit of giggles, before making you chase her through the house.

You saw Annie all the way to adulthood being a loyal friend by her side when she joined the Seven and even after she met the boys and her boyfriend Hughie. As much as the spineless man annoyed you with his nerdy tendencies and sweaty smell, he was good to Annie. That's how you end up in the Vought Tower as a double agent. Ashley was the one who found you, she saw some articles about the good deeds you had done a few years back and wondered why with powers such as yours, you had flown under the radar. You could hear her voice in the meeting room introducing you. "Homelander this is Night Crawler, she would make a great member of the team, her abilities include super strength, hearing, and speed." You could smell her blood pumping and her heart rapidly beating under the scrutiny of Homelander's eyes. Pushing the door open with one hand you strode in head held high while looking around the room.

"Hello, I am Night Crawler." Before you could say any more the sweetest aroma hit your nose making you close your eyes and inhale deeply. What is that smell... It was sweet and musky enough to make you feel yourself salavate. When you opened your eyes to look at the direction of the smell your gaze landed on... Homelander.

"Well Night Crawler... what else can you do? Other than the basics." You drew your fangs out and dashed behind him wrapping your hand around his waist. He turned around the retaliate but you were faster and blinked in front of him. "Interesting...very interesting." Homelander hummed while his eyes ran up and down your revealing costume. Your costume consisted of a black spandex suit where the shorts stopped right under your butt and the top had long sleeves with a v cut down the middle. Your leather boots went all the way up your thigh leaving a sliver of skin. It was simple but effective, though Butcher thought you could stand to show more skin. "I've decided. Congrats Nightcrawler, you've made the team." He flashed a dazzling smile showing off his pearly whites. "In fact let me give you a tour of the building, as the Seven's leader it's my job to show around the newbies." Ashley went to object, but her face was met with a large red gloved hand. "Come, Nightcrawler." He commanded. You scurried after him, the scent of his veins luring you closer. Homelander gestures behind him "So as you know back there was the team meeting room, we meet there every now and then to discuss missions, stats, new marketing promos etc." Moving his hand forward, towards the elevator "Each person on the team has their own suite, mine is up here, the biggest one, since I'm the leader." Okay seems like overcompensating but who knows. The two of you stepped into the luxurious surprisingly small space. The air was suffocating; you felt like he was planning something. The ding of elevator made you jump. "Ladies first." paired with that same fake smile. You nodded and walked forward and felt him pressed on your back hard. "Come on little lady, we have lots to see and do." You looked up at him towering over your frame. "Of course sir." As you followed after him you felt your throat run dry. Shit you didn't think this meeting would run so long. You tried to distract yourself with thoughts about anything, counting how many lights where on the wall or clawing your hand at your side. "Did you hear me? Are you even listening?" You could tell Homelander was yapping about something or boasting about his saves and was annoyed that you missed the whole speech. But your mouth was watering and your head was pounding. You looked up into his eyes, gazes met. Homelander furrowed his eyes. Earlier your eyes were a bright green and now they matched those of crimson rubies. You felt your fangs poke your mouth. "Sorry," you blinked rapidly to come back to your senses. "Well then...come on Ill show you your room." He swiftly turned, cape trailing behind him. You felt like you wouldn't last any longer, you needed to get into your stash. You had asked Ashley to fill your fridge with donated blood, all you had to do was wait Homelander out. "This is where you'll be staying." He swayed his arm across as if to say "You've probably never seen a place this nice before". The room was very...stereotypical of what was thought of as vampires. Black and red colors were splattered through the room, it looked as if you stepped into a victorian gothic home. "There better not be a fucking coffin in here." You whispered to yourself. Homelander chuckled at your comment. "Do you do much...sleeping?" He cocked his head to the bedroom, strolling in as if this was HIS place. You could feel your hunger surging, if he didn't get out in the next 2 minutes you where going to go crazy. Next thing you know Homeland is by yourside, hands on your shoulders. "You know, I think I know what might help you rela-" He was cut off when you spun around and jumped onto him, legs wrapped tightly around his mid section. One of your hands wrapped around his jaw, the other one holding his shoulder for balance. You bared your fang and bit. It was the sweetest blood you ever tasted. It was like a delicacy and you couldn't stop, hunger clouded your mind. You kept sucking, relishing the feeling on your tongue. Your legs and hands squeezed tighter as if it would keep the blood coming.

Homelander stiffened, what the actual fuck. Here he was trying to get in the new girl's pants but not she was sucking him off, and not in the way he intended to. But he was getting lightheaded and turned on. The feeling of your lips on his neck, core pressed so close to him. He let out a strangled moan. He felt himself stiffening, suit a little tighter than usual. Eventually satisfied you let go, lapping up any extra spills with your tongue. Realizing what had happened and what position you where in you looked at Homelander ready to apologize. He couldn't help himself and slammed his lips on yours. The feeling of you sucking his neck was euphoric. His hand grazed your side, gentle like a lover. Before grabbing your neck and holding your body out. You hand grabbed his to release the tension. "What the fuck was that." You flashed your fangs towards him. "I need blood to sustain myself. And you have the best kind." Your smile was bloody and sadistic. It opened something up in Homelander. It was what he needed. Someone like him, you wouldn't mind his bloodshed you'd probably embrace it. He liked that you thought his blood was the best. I mean of course it was the best he was the strongest person in the world. He brought you closer to him, letting you stand on the ground.

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"In that case. Continue." He stepped back slightly to undo the top of his suit and pulled it all the way down, letting his cock spring out for the bottom, slapping against his stomach. You were the worst double agent, but you were doing this for Annie, why not have some fun. You leaned against him, feeling him pressed on this stomach. You kissed his shoulder, opposite hand running down his chest. "So smell so good." His hand gripped your waist harder. You bit into his shoulder as he lifted you once more, legs going around his waist. His cock rubbed up against you, mouth moaning in your ear. You moved towards his neck again and bit the other side. Releasing your lips from his neck you pressed them against his, smothering the red liquid against him. He was such a passionate kisser, way better than any man you've ever dated. You broke the kiss only to shed your suit, blue eyes scanning every inch of your body. It was like you were the perfect specimen, not a flaw in sight, utterly beautiful. "I knew you'd be a great addition to the team." He said. You smirked in retaliation before sauntering to the bedroom. He followed, like a lost puppy and their owner. The bedroom was the same black and red color scheme, black silk sheets covered the bed, surrounded by dark wood furniture. There were red and white spider lily bouquets placed in vases throughout the room. There were way too many ornate vintage lamps. But the details didn't matter to you, not when Homelander was rubbing himself up and down your slit. He kissed your neck in a similar fashion as you, before slamming his hips against yours. There was no need to be soft, you two were the strongest in the world, and the sounds definitely proved it. The best rocked with each moment, the wood creaking from the pressure. He cried out loud as you bit his chest. His cock was pulsing as pushing in and out of you. He slammed into you again, the tension of the bed finally breaking and falling to the ground but that didn't stop him. Your pussy clenched around him. He grunted in your ear speeding up slightly before releasing his hot cum deep in you. He rolled off you and the two of you laid there panting filling the silence. You turned over to him with a smile, fang pushing out the bottom of your lips. "Again?"

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John

Homelander x Female Reader

Summary: Homelander gets jealous when you take a new lover with the same name as him, and makes sure you remember who you belong to.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only! Mature/Explicit Content, Dark Themes, Homelander Should Be His Own Warning! Graphic Depictions of Violence, Murder, Stalking, Obsessive Homelander, Jealousy, Threatening, Choking, Intimidation, Dubious Consent, Fear Kink, Breaking and Entering, Kissing, Possessive Homelander Ripping Your Clothes Off, Vaginal Sex, Hate Fucking

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A cool and sudden breeze blows in from the hallway as you finish brushing your teeth, telling that you somehow forgot to close a window even though you distinctly remember checking each and every one. You wipe your mouth and grab the heaviest item closest to you, a large cylindrical Virgin Mary candle as you reluctantly venture out into your bedroom, scanning it for intruders before padding out into your dimly lit living room.

“I hope you don’t plan on hitting me over the head with that thing.” His familiar voice booms in your chest as he closes your balcony door very slowly before confidently stepping toward you. “Because that really wouldn’t work out well for you.”

“Homelander,” you greet him shakily, his tone making you unsure if him being here is better or worse than having a robber break into your apartment. “What are you…” you swallow hard as you still grip onto the candle. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” He smiles at you with malicious intent, the rage in his eyes barely contained by the false upturn of his lips. “Can’t I visit my best girl whenever I want?”

“Whenever you want?” You whisper back to him, still in shock that he’s come to visit you after all this time. It had almost been a year since he first saved you from that falling car, since he found out where you lived just to ‘check up on his favorite citizen’ in the middle of the night. It seemed like forever since he last soaked your sheets with his sweat, thrusting the gratitude right out of your body through sordid moans and needy gasps night after night for weeks on end.

But you were always ready to accept the fact that each deliciously torrid encounter you had with him could very well be your last, that someone like him could easily grow tired of someone like you… until that possibility finally became a reality. You figured that another woman had simply taken your place as his visits began to wax and wane, that someone younger or thinner had occupied his time and satisfied his needs better than you ever could. So when weeks had gone by without a sign or whisper of his presence, you decided that it was time to move on.

“Homelander, this is… you haven’t been here in ages. I thought that you…” You barely manage to stammer in your stunned state, his presence alone forcing your hormones to start coursing through your bloodstream.

“You thought, what, exactly? Hmm? That you could just move on with someone else because I was busy keeping you and the American people safe?” He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head as a disappointed sigh brews in his chest, morphing into a desperate laugh. “That you could just forget about me?”

Uh-oh.

The skin on your face and neck starts to warm up with that exquisite concoction of fear and arousal he always seems to draw out of you. You wish you could control how he made you feel, that there was some version of you, somewhere, that could resist him, but that was all part of his charm, now wasn’t it?

“Lose the candle, princess.” His tone is more serious than it’s ever been with you before, dipping down to a dark timbre you’ve only ever heard him use with his enemies.

“Yup.” You do as you’re told and loosen your grip on the candle without another thought, nearly dropping it onto one of your toes as it hits the floor with a dull thud.

“And you with a fucking investment banker of all people? I mean, really?” He scoffs, taking his time walking around your living room as he puffs up his chest. “I would have thought that you were better than that.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch his boots bend the hard wood of your floors, hammering home the heavy weight of the situation that you weren’t nearly as awake for as you needed to be.

“John,” you try to console him, taking a few cautious steps forward with an outstretched arm.

“John,” he repeats in a mocking tone, raising his eyebrows. He chuckles to himself again, picking up one of the pillows on your couch before running his gloved hand over the crushed velvet. “The fact that you chose someone with the same first name as me is really fucking telling, you know that? If you missed me that much, you could have just called.”

“And just how am I supposed to do that? Huh? You made sure I couldn’t call you when you left here without a trace.” You cross your arms over your chest as he puts the pillow back down, reminding him of how he left things.

“Don’t you put this on me!” He bares his teeth as his eyes glow red, pointing a finger at you before that warm hue quickly subsides.

Holy shit, you’re in trouble.

“I’m sorry,” you try.

“You’re sorry?” He smiles as if to shake off any real emotions he may have about the situation, tying your stomach into knots in the process as you try to keep up with his ever changing moods. “Do you have any idea how fucked up it was for me to hear you screaming that name when I wasn’t the one inside you?”

Your heart falls out of your chest, sinking down to the very pit of your stomach as his words hit your ears, weighing you down so that you can barely move. You had no idea that he cared that much about you, that he would even think to drop by after being away for so long. But why did he have to wait? Why did he have to hear…?

“I was going to visit you that night, but he was already here.” He spits, pointing to the doorway behind you. “In your bedroom of all places!” He takes a few more careful steps toward you, his eyes now burning his usual fiery blue. “It took everything I had not to destroy the both of you right then and there, but lucky for you, I’ve been working on my impulse control.”

All you can do is stare at him, lips trembling, unable to think of anything to say that won’t make him more angry than he already is. You swallow hard, quaking in silence as he advances on you, his jaw clenching in anger before he dared to speak again.

“You know, you really should have heard him beg for his life when I dangled him from the top of the Empire State Building.” He smiles so wide that the skin around his eyes begins to wrinkle, his canines appearing as fangs against his lips. “He even pissed himself before I dropped him from that high up. Pathetic, really. Load of good that big dick is now, huh?”

FUCK! What did he just say?

So that’s why the other John hasn’t called you in a few weeks; he wasn’t ignoring you at all, he was just… he was gone. You can only imagine how scared and confused he must have been as Homelander flew him up into the night sky one last time, the cool December wind biting at his cheeks. That is until he undoubtedly told him why he was doing it, because if you know anything about Homelander, you know that he made damn sure your former lover knew exactly why he was sending him to his death.

Homelander stops just short of your bare feet, towering over you as he places his gloved hand on your shoulder, squeezing hard before smoothing it up to your neck. He grins as he tightens his grip, leaning in close enough to whisper into your ear as he lets you think through the worst case scenario. “Now I don’t have to share you with anyone else anymore.”

You know that you should be appalled at what he’s telling you, that you should be absolutely sick to your stomach with fear and disgust, but fight and flight won’t do you any good against the most powerful man in the entire world. You’ve heard horror stories of those who have tried before you and failed, deciding in a split second to lean on your most trusted coping mechanism: fawn.

“You killed him… for me?” You lean into the idea of him being so obsessed with you that he couldn’t stand to have another man touch you in his absence; that you’ve haunted him well past the time since he left.

He pulls back to glare at you, surprised that you’re not more shocked about the news as his features shift from menacing to intrigue. For the first time since you’ve known him, The Homelander is speechless. You try to focus on the scent of his cologne as it swims through your nostrils, exciting every nerve in your body just like it used to as his thumb grazes over your windpipe, subtly threatening to end you right here and now as his eyes dart over your face.

“You sick fuck!” He whispers adoringly, grinning from ear to ear as he scans your vital signs for any biological tell of deceit. Unable to decipher the difference between the intertwined terror and excitement coursing its way through your body, he takes the hem of your t-shirt between his fingers, gathering the fabric together in his palm before quickly ripping it off your torso. “I knew you were just like me from the very first second I saw you. I could tell that you were different from everyone else, that you were special.”

He brushes his palm over your breasts, intently watching your nipples harden against the leather of his glove as he hungrily surveys every curve of your body. A look you know all too well paints his features with desire as he pushes you backward against the wall, the exposed brick cutting into the bare skin of your shoulder blades as you let out a surprised grunt. He chuckles before kissing your lips with a newfound intensity, his breath hitching into a needy moan as he tugs your underwear down your thighs, nipping at your bottom lip before ripping your panties off just as easily as he had your shirt.

All that anger and jealousy makes him take you that much quicker and harder than he ever had before, his superhuman girth stretching you to capacity before you can even blink. He glides inside your soaking wet walls in one fluid motion, making you forget about the other John entirely as he thrusts up into you with unmatched desperation.

“You’re mine,” he whispers before grasping onto your thighs, lifting them up around his waist so he can push even deeper inside. “From now on, you only fuck me! Got it?”

“Got it!” You cross your legs around his back, your feet getting caught in his cape as he bites his words into your neck, sucking your skin into his mouth until it nearly breaks against his tongue. You groan in ecstasy and run your fingers through his hair, holding him close as he latches onto you like a vampire, draining you of your very life force all while driving waves of delight through your viscera.

He continues sucking as many bruises onto your throat as possible, marking you as his for everyone else to see as he hits that precious bundle of nerves tucked away up inside you. His moans become more frequent as his needy, throbbing member brushes against your cervix with each tantalizing pass, shooting an electric tingling sensation up your spine and into the rest of your body. Every single thrust up into you seems to be fueled by his hatred for you and this situation; that palpable ferocity tainting your carnal reunion with just enough force to send you shaking and shivering over the edge just a little earlier than you expected.

“John!” You whimper as he drills each vengeful burst of pleasure up into your core, setting your skin on fire as you violently convulse around him.

“No,” he wraps his hand around your throat again, pressing his thumb into your deepest bruise as he glares at you with sweat dripping down his forehead. “You call me Homelander from now on.”

[a-small-safe-place]

His Haven Pt. 3

Part 1 Part 2

Homelander x Psychiatrist!Reader

Homelander had arrived at your office earlier than your usual meeting time. You had asked him to be there around an hour earlier than your scheduled session. He was putting on a fake smile; he was always good at that. Homelander thought he knew what was happening. You were dropping him as a client. You had to be. You had all but threatened it the last time he came to your house when he was desperate for someone to talk to or even just be around. When his reflection was saying things that were beyond harsh and his penthouse felt a little too empty. Even if you did drop him as a client, he didn’t plan on going anywhere, but it bothered him that you would have even tried.

Homelander stepped into the office without knocking, like he always did. He knew that bothered you, but he didn’t need to knock. It was obvious to him when someone else was in the room, and you would not be dumb enough to book someone over his time with you. He immediately noticed your heart beating faster and the stink of adrenaline all over your body. You were afraid. The smell of adrenaline was fresh, so that meant one thing: you were afraid of him.

Homelander took his seat across from you. You smiled a fake smile before asking, “How are you today?” He wanted to gripe about you, tell you that you had no reason to be afraid of him right now, tell you that even if you tried to drop him as a client, he wasn’t leaving. “Fine,” is all he says with an irritated tone. “What’s so important that I had to be here an hour before our meeting? You know I’m a busy man,” he scolds. Your heart rate spikes.

“Well, we’ve been having some issues with boundaries. Usually, I discuss these things in our first meeting, but since my contract with The Seven was a unique experience, I hadn’t bothered to have a boundaries talk with any of you, at least not an in-depth one.” After you finish talking, Homelander relaxes a bit. You weren’t trying to get rid of him. It was a relief. He figured since you were human; you probably didn’t notice the change in his demeanor, but in reality, it was a very noticeable change. He was like a feral cat finally calming down enough to eat or drink.

“Boundaries, boundaries, boundaries,” Homelander mocks a bit. “Is that all you doctors want to talk about? I thought you wanted to talk about me?”

“This is about you. It’s about both of us,” you counter. He stands back up and begins pacing a bit with his hands behind his back. “Look, we need to have boundaries. They are important. In our first session, I said that I am here for you, and I cannot be here for you if we have no boundaries. If these boundaries continue to be pressed, then I will recommend you to another psychiatrist, one that will be better suited to your needs.” It’s obvious this pisses him off enough that his mask drops. Homelander’s already thin lips flatten into a line of a scowl. At first, his eyes widen a bit, clearly shocked at your sudden assertiveness, but then narrowing somewhat out of anger. He is not looking at you. He’s looking in your direction but pointedly avoiding you or maybe looking through you. Homelander seems to be lost in thought or as if he has suddenly begun to disassociate.

“So you are dropping me?” he finally says. His voice is flat, and his eyes are somewhat glassy. “No. I am still your psychiatrist. We will just be working on our boundaries. It’s my fault. I should have discussed this with you the minute I realized we would be meeting regularly, and I should not have been so indulgent, but that stops now. We will both be good, okay? And you can continue to be my patient. But there will be no time for us outside of this office, and you will quit showing up at my house or following me home. I know you are lonely, but I cannot fill that loneliness as your psychiatrist. I can help you understand why you are having those feelings, but I cannot fix them.” You speak with a confidence that Homelander has never seen from you. He likes this attitude you have.

He ponders it for a moment before sitting back down. Homelander thinks he can make this work, for now. He will still get to see you and visit your house while you’re out. You’re still his. “Okay, I’ll behave,” Homelander says in a way that borders on pride and flirting. He feels somewhat proud of you for being so assertive with you, even if he’s not a huge fan of the outcome.

He knows you will come around eventually, and when you do, he will be waiting with a dinner reservation and the mirror on the ceiling of his bedroom freshly cleaned.

Tag list: @demodemo909 @misadventures0fdes

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ATONEMENT —

noir x fem!reader x homelander

⎨ 𝐀𝐍 ⎬ based on this ask from a little while ago . sorry it’s taken so long , i got a second job and i’ve been really busy </3 . anyways i’m obsessed with this new layout ; sorry i keep changing it lol . reader is left intentionally vague on whether or not their a supe !

⎨ 𝐂𝐖 ⎬ set sometime in between s3 and s4 , earving lives au . smut : abuse of power , coercion (?) , degrading names used in and out of sex , p in v , oral ( m receiving ) , deep throating , m / r / m pairing , public sex , voyeurism , unprotected sex , cream pie . 2.2k words . NOT BETA READ

His tongue swipes over his front teeth, sucking on them sharply in an attempt to regain some composure. The corners of his mouth twitch back and forth between a pained smile and a deep frown. Hatred brews behind those blue eyes of his, no doubt crafting a punishment in his head.

Poor, stupid doll, it wasn’t your fault now was it? How were you to know the truth of Homelander being Soldier Boys son would send him spiraling? You’re just a girl, after all, naive and stupid. He can see what Earving likes in you, how you look up at him with those innocent eyes.

Corruption flows through his veins like blood, his hand audibly clenching in his glove. Oh, you’ll have to do something pretty sizable to make up for this fuck up, bunny. You’re lucky he didn’t reach in and tear out Noir’s heart, perhaps you would’ve seen the blood pumping to the sound of your voice, or how your name is carved into the organ.

Lucky you, Lucky Earving.

“Look I’m sorry okay? We’re sorry. But don’t you think Vought would kill us if we told anyone?” You still have a smart mouth even when faced with his power, you run your lips like you’re invincible, as if one laser won’t halve you.

“Well he managed to tell you somehow. What? Am I not good enough to have the one thing he knows I want more than anything in the world?” There’s laughter sprinkled into his words, hate-filled and angry. You should tread carefully unless you want to get your pretty self damaged.

Homelander tilts his head to the side like a curious dog, watching as you worry your bottom lip in between your teeth. What answer could you give him? Yes, Earving could’ve told him if he really wanted to; how are you meant to defend your boyfriend's actions?

“You could’ve told me, doll.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what more I can say, you know now and look how it turned out. He didn’t want you.”

“Don’t fucking say that. Keep your goddamn mouth shut.” He advances faster than you expected, gripping your chin to force your mouth closed. The red leather feels hot against your skin, as if he’s burning in rage, seething through every line he speaks.

You can only whimper against his glove, always having hated the nicknames he bestowed on you. Doll, Bunny, Sunshine, a slew of others that he pulled out when he was antagonizing you. Demeaning you. An ant beneath his heel, a weed he hasn’t plucked in his garden quite yet because, despite being a pest, you’re an awfully pretty sight to look at.

So how you got scooped up by someone like Noir is a mystery to him.

“You’re better quiet. ‘Should laser your damn tongue out, won’t be talking much then, huh sweetheart?” He grins, sadistic intent playing on his features as he forces you to shake your head, another whimper escaping through his leathered hand. “Maybe someone should keep it preoccupied, then. I bet you’d look prettier with a cock in your mouth.”

Oh, how his smile only widens when he sees your eyes dilate in fear. Your hands reach up to grab at the leather still covering your mouth; to try and get some words out. Maybe an apology, a pathetic beg, he only shakes his head in response as his other hand grabs the back of your suit, forcing you to walk with him.

“Don’t look so scared, bunny. I won’t do anything to you, dont’cha trust me?” Perhaps his hand over your mouth is a good thing, vile words threaten to fall from your lips - holding nothing but contempt and anger for America’s favorite supe.

At first, you’re not sure exactly where he’s taking you. The halls of Vought Tower are long and winding, and look especially so in the state after Soldier Boys destruction; rebuilding yet empty. Almost liminal. You only manage to get your mind out of shambles as you see the statues of the Seven in front of the door. It’s fleeting, and in a moment you’re pushed onto the cold tile floor of the meeting room.

Noir is beside you in a moment, crouching down to help you back up. He’s gentle as his gloves rake through your hair and gently graze over the little bruise forming on your skin. It’s a complete shift from the red glove that was on you moments ago. Earving makes you feel safe and secure in contrast. He’s your home.

You can hear The Deep suppressing a laugh from his spot at the table, then quickly silencing himself. No doubt getting a look from Homelander. How the mighty have fallen, another empty chair in this ‘team’ as Maeve had disappeared after the big fight. They were falling apart at the seams.

“Go on, put that body to use.”

You blink at the words that cut through the eerie silence of the room, your ears practically ringing trying to pick up on anything they could - so you felt stupid when your brows furrowed in confusion at his command.

“What?”

“You heard me, put your body to use and take Noir’s dick.”

“Huh? Why the fuck would i-“

“Maybe I should just rip his heart out, then. Or are you going to atone?”

Noir is quiet, as always, yet somewhere behind the black mask and balaclava he always wore you could hear his breath catching in his throat. The glove that had been on your face finds its way back, gently taking hold of your chin. It takes a pitiful amount of time for you to realize what he means, that he wants to go along with this. Above everything else, you know self preservation is the most important thing to him.

Again, Homelander could cream his fucking pants at the way you worry your bottom lip between your teeth. His fists clench and unclench at his side, desperate to be the one putting hands on you; running them over your body and tracing every curve and pattern your skin makes. Perhaps he could memorize your fingerprints if he tried hard enough.

“Do these assholes have to be here for it?” The Deep snickers a bit more, his chair moving from side to side as he got a bit more comfortable for the show. A-Train looks a bit mortified, you were never particularly close with Reggie and knew how much of a prick he could be, but every interaction has been at least amicable, so it wasn’t a stretch to say he was a bit uncomfortable being put in this position.

“I’ll leave-…”

“Sit the fuck down, A-Train. No, we’re all going to watch.”

A small yelp at a sudden grasp of your hips, the rough fabric of Noir’s gloves being ingrained in your mind. He’s as gentle as he can be in this situation, it’s not the first time you’ve been put in such an embarrassing position in front of the others. It seemed Homelander had a special hard on for making you the spectacle for the others amusement.

A sigh fell from your lips, partly all too used to this and also smart enough to know he wasn’t playing around. No, he was pissed, and like the man-child he is if he says he’ll tear out Earvings heart, you know it’s not simple empty threats.

It’s nice, regardless. Noir has a way of shutting everything else in the world out - of making it just you and him. His half charred and mangled lips feel nice through the balaclava, pressing gentle kisses against your pulse point as his gloved hands slip down your front.

God, what a whore, leaning back into him like that in front of two powerful supes. And the Deep. Homelander doesn’t bother suppressing his grin as he leans back in his chair. What a good bunny, maybe he’ll have to play this card more. Maybe, in time, that’ll be his hand against your clothed cunt, pressing a digit in and using the leverage of the fabric as friction to make you mewl and squirm.

He could clap his hands together at the sight, like watching an amazing performance. Black gloves travel to grasp at your hips, guiding you forward against the V-shaped table, folding your body over the cool glass. It’s not the first time he’s done this, not the first time the meeting room has been used for this reason; after all, you two have been together for years.

But it is the first time you’ve made eye contact with Homelander while your mute boyfriend rocks his hips forward against yours, grinding into you.

At some point between Earving fumbling to get your suit off and the asshole in the chair re-adjusting himself, the Deep and A-Train were conveniently called away for some reason. It wasn’t organic, part of you knew Homelander somehow told someone to call them, but did you really care? He was kind enough to give you some privacy, you should be grateful, doll.

In some way you are, more so as Noir finally manages to get your clothes out of the way and slots himself behind you. He won’t take off his own suit, you know this, not someplace someone else could see - and someone else is actively seeing, but you won’t complain. Not when the feeling of his cock trailing against your folds is a good excuse to close your eyes and block out the blue ones boring into you.

He offers no prep. It’s not the first time you’ve taken him without it; but it’s rare and still foreign to your body. He knows, being as gentle as possible as he eases himself further and further into you. The stretch makes it feel like the first time all over again, soft tears pricking at your eyes which makes Homelander chuckle more. What a prick.

But you. Oh, you. What a beautiful sight you are to him as he practically blocks out the fact that his only ‘friend’ in the seven happens to be fucking you in front of him. He can imagine it’s him, imagine how sweet you would feel around him. Your breathing picks up, sharp whines and mewls interrupting your panting as the thrusts become deeper.

God, he wants to taunt you. Does that feel good, bunny? Is he reaching that spongy spot? But from the wanton moans that fall from your pretty lips and the way you put your body weight fully onto the table he knows there’s no way he’d get an answer now.

That familiar red glove reaches to grab your hair, at some point the mighty Homelander decided he could no longer sit back and watch, but needed to be a part of your atonement. Eyes fluttering up to watch him fumble single-handedly with his suit, you bite at your bottom lip, stifling moans and whimpers from Noir behind you; threatening to roll your eyes back.

“Can’t let lover boy have all the fun.”

And he doesn’t. Managing to get that part of his suit undone and awkwardly pushing the slit of his red white and blue boxers out of the way, your lips are almost immediately pressed against the tip of his cock. Angry red and weeping, who are you to tell him no? It gets rid of the eye contact, at least; so your lips part to invite him in.

It doesn’t take long for the glass table underneath you to fog up, the sweat accumulating on your body making it easier to rock back and forth with the rhythm of Earving’s thrusts. His black gloves grip your hips harder, almost possessively as he leans down to press his chest against your back, helping to keep you in place. His balaclava is damp from his own sweat and breathing, dog-like panting ringing in your ears.

His hips are stuttering just as Homelander’s head lulls back with the hollowing of your cheeks around him, hands gripping your hair tighter and pushing his cock deeper into your mouth. He loves to make you gag, it seems, hitting the back of your throat as much as he possibly can, using you to milk his leaking cock.

It doesn’t take long, and maybe in some other position you would’ve made a snarky comment about how soon the mighty Homelander came in your mouth, but with your throat coated in white and Noir following not far behind him into your needy cunt, you’re naturally lost for words.

Earving lifts you up and off Homelander, burying his masked face in the crook of your neck and pulling his balaclava up just enough to kiss and mark you like he does after every passionate encounter together. He’s a man of romance, and it feels sweet against your hot skin.

Such a good bunny, so sweet as you lean back against your boyfriend, pretty eyes fluttering closed from exertion. You didn’t get to cum, but you don’t complain, he likes that about you. A good doll should know when to open her mouth and when not to, he just hopes you learned your lesson.

“We’ll have to do it again sometime, yeah sunshine?”

[athinasaurus]

Enchanted

(1/?)

AN: Can't stop thinking about a witchy supe character except her abilities only include healing (womp womp)

Pairing: Butcher x oc f!reader

Words: ~600

Warnings: It's The Boys so you know already the themes include gore and violence, sex too?? Just overall, 18+ mdni. Also, it's a very rough wip.

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Being friends with Starlight has its perks. You met her during your time at Vought before they discarded you like yesterday's news. You were born with the ability to heal any kind of wound - your only limitation was that it drained your energy and it was your sole power. Unlike Homelander, practically Superman 2.0, and Queen Maeve with her strength, you meant nothing to the company. You were fine with that, you'd just wish you could've avoided being V'd up constantly and used as a lab rat.

It came to no surprise when they tossed you to the curb, concluding you would never make progress. Thankfully, the public didn't pay attention to you either. You didn't have to keep a low profile until Starlight introduced you to Hughie. It took you a while to warm up to him. As soon as you did, he confided in you about the group and asked you to join.

"So..what do you think?" Hughie asked. Although revenge on Vought was on the top of your bucket list, you needed a bit of a push.

"Can I think about it? This is...a lot to take in, you know that, right?" You replied hesitantly. He let out a small smile and assured there was no pressure. It didn't take long until you called. You knew the risks, but what's the point of being alive if you're not having some fun? You'd be wreaking havoc and you'd probably die, but it's for a good cause. What better way to go?

-

"Today's the day, you ready? Starlight gleamed, she seemed so happy about the fact you're meeting the rest of the group while you...you seemed like you were going to shit your pants, if you're being honest.

"Yeah definitely! It's not like I want to throw up from how anxious I am..", you replied sarcastically and forced a weak smile, yet she rolled her eyes. The supe grabbed your hands and tried to dispel your fears. By the time you get to the bunker, you're met with the eyes of multiple strangers, all suspicious of you aside from Hughie and Starlight. Being rejected was Vought was bad enough, but it couldn't compare to the anxiety experienced now. You could hear your heart pumping in your throat until a voice broke the silence, "Alors...is the witch mute?" The french man ceased the awkward moment, a puzzled look remained on all their faces.

You were about to speak until Starlight stepped in and introduced you to the team.

"Hey everyone, I want you to meet one of my closest friend's, y/n. She's been with me since my days at Vought." She spoke in a soft tone, giving you the spotlight.

"It's nice to finally meet you all, I'm glad to be joining the team." You gave a tight smile, hoping to ease the tension.

The group mostly gave you a curt nod, a few giving a small 'hi' while an older man in the back with his arms crossed kept your stare. The strained atmosphere was alleviated as Hughie stepped in to explain what your ability was, but the leader didn't seem convinced.

"So love, mind showin' us what makes you so special?' He asserted with his brows furrowed, eyes scrutinizing you as you stood frozen.

"Well, I'd need-"

You were cut off as he grabbed the sharpest thing next to him and sliced his hand. Surprisingly enough, no one seemed fazed by the sudden action aside from you, biting the inside of your cheek. Butcher walked towards you with ease, his Hawaiian shirt slightly unbuttoned and a curved smile plastered on. As blood started to trickle from the wound, he gave you his hand, accompanied with a look practically asking 'what are you waiting for?'. Gently, you took it. His leathered skin contrasted yours as your delicate hands got to work. He studied them attentively as you quickly got to work. After all the experiments Vought put you through, you were able to heal cuts in seconds. You met his gaze, waiting for his approval. He hummed lowly.

"Y'know how to use your hands, eh? Quite impressive, love. Come back tomorrow; we still got some details to sort out." The man ordered. You gave a curt nod, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks from his recent comment.

"Oi, rest of you, we've got a mission. Get off your lazy arses, c'mon then," Butcher barked.

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To anyone who's read it entirely and hasn't ripped out their eyes (yet), thank you :>

[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part I)

Summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 1,536.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Notes: As soon as I saw him my feminism left my body immediately and my inner voice agreed that I'd let him take away my human rights with no question. He's an absolute idiot, would sleep with him 100%.

Heads up as English is not my native language sooo, yeah you know what follows. Lord pls give me inspo to finish this fic, amen.

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

GEN MASTERLIST! — SERIES MASTERLIST!

Part I: For The Common Good

Two months.

Two months ago Grace Mallory decided to put the former greatest supe into sleep. Somehow, you managed to get in her head, explaining your new project to her and finding a new use for Soldier Boy, who had enough rest for 40 years.

You knew what happened at the Seven Tower, how Soldier Boy and Butcher's team ended up there to finally kill Homelander. Grace tried doing some shit against Vought before, but she never managed to win. It wasn't different this time. What was better then, that to develop a cure for supes like you, who didn't ask for it? People who never used their powers in public, nor seeked fame and money.

As a doctor in Chemistry, you were developing a cure for Compound V with a secret team. Suitable for you, you were in the same CIA tower Colonel Mallory decided to encapsulate Soldier Boy to, initially, spend the rest of his days in. You had luck Grace gave green light to the project, even though your team was already working on it without her approval anyway. But it was so much better if she found out properly.

Making your way to the super secured wing where Soldier Boy was held out of his sleep, you gripped the folder in your hands. You were scanned thoroughly before going inside a cold space, where two different crystal windows and metal doors separated the place. The armed guard guided you to the first room to check first through the window. You sighed, seeing a man sitting down, hands cuffed to a harsh steel table, gaze lost. It was him.

"The keys," you requested the guard by your side.

"Doctor-"

"I said, keys. He doesn't need to be cuffed."

He complied to your order, clearly annoyed but with a straight face and you walked to the closed door.

"If something happens, I can take care of myself. Don't let anyone inside understand?" you said.

He gave a nod. With that, he let you inside the room, the doors closing behind your back.

The prisoner observed you carefully as soon as you entered. His gaze was tired, but he seemed ready to attack, and it was completely hard to ignore his rough stare on you as you made your way to your seat in front of him. Soldier Boy observed you, placing the folder on the surface, and you held his gaze, not flinching for a second. Until you decided to talk first.

"I am glad you're awake. My name is Y/N, I am a doctor at the facility. Just wanna know how you're doing today," you spoke in a calm and soft way, so he could see you were not a threat.

He saw you roaming through the pages of the file, which he recognized as a copy of his file, and you took a pen from your lab coat to make some anotations.

"Not a smart move to let a fucking doctor here," he said with a deep voice, lips forming a straight line. "What do you want?"

"I want to help you."

"Cut the bullshit."

"I want to talk. If you let me, I will uncuff you so we can have a chat, like civilized people. Just don't try to escape, you won't go too far."

He raised an eyebrow as you reached his wrists and carefully, you set him free from the metal grip.

"I know what happened with Butcher and his boys," you said, confident that he would not try anything else. "About Homelander and your relationship with him."

"What the fuck do you know?" Soldier Boy tensed visibly hearing the name of the bastard. Still, he remained on his seat. "Want some info? You can lick Grace's pussy for that."

"She is, actually, the one who approved me to be here right now," you answered, brushing off his vocabulary. You used to deal with assholes like him all the time.

He scoffed. "Why?"

"Ben," you called his real name softly. "You've been sleeping for four decades. You deserve a second chance, I am offering you that. In some sort of way."

"I'm not going to be part of that freakshow-"

"This has nothing to do with Vought," you cut his words, his tone rising and you knew perfectly why. "You just need to be here in the facility, awake, in a dignified place we will give you so you can learn everything you missed. We can give you therapy, a comfy room, anything you want that's legal, of course..."

His jaw clenched, feeling you would ask for something more. "In exchange of what?"

"I know it's hard, unfortunately you won't be able to get out, but you don't deserve to sleep forever again," you sighed. "I will pay you visits and follow your improvements because you're human, after all. That's all I ask from you," you gave him a smile for the first time.

For a few moments, he said nothing, as if making up his mind about it. "Alright, anything but coming back to that shit hole. I need reefer though."

"Lucky you, that's legal now. We can certainly make it happen."

He looked around the room as you let him go inside first. Not the fanciest, not the shittiest. It had the basics: a bed, a sofa, a TV, a closet, a bookshelf with different books, magazines and newspapers he wasn't sure would read any time, a separate door for a bathroom, enough privacy, and no windows though. It wasn't really a cell, but he did look and felt somehow like a hostage. Just a little less if he could say.

"This is what we have for now, I am all ears if you request something else to have in here," you began as he paced around and tested the bed, sitting down on the mattress.

Ben still wasn't convinced on why you offered this to him. Sceptic, he gave a good look at you, roaming his eyes at your standing figure in a fucking lab coat. Christ, he hated those. Too pretty for a doctor, but too dumb to be locked with a supe like him. He was so tired that he didn't try and hit on you like he normally would with any walking pussy that appeared in plain sight. He was too exhausted to even give a shit.

"Lemme think about it, doctor."

"Of course, take your time," you replied as he walked toward the bookshelf, scanning through the titles there were. He recognized only half of them.

"So, I will be imprisoned here instead of a fucking eggshell," Ben said, turning around to meet you. "Charming," he smirked, dragging the words out of his mouth. "Doing charity."

He watched your face drop as you shook your head. "It's not like that-"

"Then why keep me awake?" Ben insisted as he gave steps to get close to you. "I can't die, it's much easier to force my sleep in a capsule your boss made specially for me."

He stopped mere inches in front of you, your eyes never turned away from him. He thought you were fucking brave just by keeping his dark gaze.

"Ben, I told you I will be watching your progress. You can grow from all of this with our help-"

"What kind of doctor are you?"

"A psychiatrist. That's why I'm here."

Ben scoffed with a grin showing on his lips. He didn't believe in that kind of shit, but oh, well. What was he gonna do about it? He was tired of sleeping, Mallory captured him, and you were here, giving him a shelter for no cost, but his freedom. In his mind, that was temporary of course. With time, a plan would come. Right now, he just needed to keep up with the fucked up things of the modern world.

"I guess you would come and babysit me then," he said, going back to take a sit on the bed.

"Wouldn't use 'babysit you' but I will come to see you, that's for sure."

He nodded. Silence was his answer, so you continued.

"Just general rules. Our people will bring you three meals a day, if you're missing something that you need then just push the button by the door, there will be guards outside to assist you on that. Also, there are clothes your size on the closet and personal products so you can change and take a shower," he stayed silent again, just taking in your words. "If you don't need anything then I leave you to get comfortable," you said, about to leave.

"Wait. I do need something," he hesitated for a moment, but he continued anyway. "Don't use those lab coats when you come in."

Your eyes widened, he quickly realised you already knew why he was requesting that when you started to take off the coat, revealing your formal attire. You wrapped the coat on your arm and cleaned your throat.

"I totally understand, I will keep that in mind when I come tomorrow. And I will ask for your reefer too."

You flashed a final polite smile and left him to get settled. Ben breathed out. Fuck, he really needed a shower.

[azrielsdove]

Castles Crumbling: Reader x Rhysand

Warnings: Violence, Angst

***

It was never supposed to be like this.

The sounds of screams and blades clashing faded around you as you took in the carnage the battle had bestowed upon your homeland. Bannermen bearing the green banners of the Spring Court rose high around you.

Mistake. Mistake. Mistake.

You turned in a slow circle, noticing the deep purple banners of your own falling. Hardly any remained, small spots of hope drowned out in a sea of green.

You have lost.

You couldn’t help but think back to the fateful moment this war began, to what you could have done to avoided this. Perhaps nothing. Perhaps everything.

***

BEFORE

“High King? They wish for you to rule over Prythian?” You asked your husband, in shock at this news.

“Not just me,” he spoke earnestly, pulling your hands into his, “us. You will reign as High Queen, as my equal.” Your eyes connected to his, worry filling them.

“Husband, they have chosen you, not I. Who is to say they will even accept me? If they even planned for a High Queen?” Already you could see how the fae may react, as they had reacted when he made you High Lady.

Rhysand pulled you closer, arms loosely circling your waist. “Nonsense. They know you serve here in this Court, why should that change? Besides, if I am to be High King they will have to accept my rulings. If I say you are High Queen, so be it.” You sighed deeply, laying your hands flat on his chest.

“You cannot begin your rule by making a claim none wish for. If the fae do not want me I will not contest them,” you spoke plainly. Rhysand frowned, one hand coming up to cup your face.

“They will wish it so. Do not worry yourself over this.” His thumb ran over your cheek, calming your thoughts. You leaned into his touch, a small smile gracing your lips.

“As you command, my King,” you said teasingly, squealing with laughter as Rhysand pulled you closer and peppered kisses to your skin.

“Call me that again.”

***

“All Hail the High King and High Queen!” Boomed through the room, you sitting proudly on your throne next to Rhysand. No fae contested your claim as Queen, the other Courts bowing easily to you. You smiled down upon them now, the golden crown heavy on your head. Rhysand laid one hand over yours, looking out over all you would rule.

“To a new, better, united Prythian!” He shouted out, earning cheers from the fae gathered before you. The energy in the castle was high, everyone excited at what the future would bring. In hindsight you really should have expected peace would not last long. All the Courts High Lords had come to recognize you and Rhysand as the new High King and High Queen, save for one. The Spring Court did not send any well wishes your way. You can’t say you were truly surprised, as the rivalry between Rhysand and Tamlin ran deep. Though you were a bit taken aback, as you hadn’t taken Tamlin for one who would choose to display such a blatant form of disrespect.

It all made sense when the letter arrived.

You stood completely still in front of the grand window in Rhysands office, looking out over the grounds. The two of you had chosen Velaris to be the royal city, opening up the lands to all the Courts. Now that Prythian was unified, fae from all different backgrounds could choose where they wished to reside. It wasn’t lost on you that a few from each Court had moved up here, yet none from Spring. Holding the elegantly written scroll in your hand, you now knew why.

“My love, what ails you on this fine morning?” You turned at the sound of your husband’s voice, clutching the letter tightly.

“Spring has written,” you choked out, “she declares herself High Queen.”

Silence.

And then laughter. “Why would she claim such an absurd thing? That is a joke, wife. Do not fret over the words of someone like that,” Rhysand soothed, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. You shook your head, handing him the letter.

“Read it.”

High King Rhysand of Prythian, we wish to congratulate you on your new title. While our Courts have not always gotten along, we are proud to have such a strong ruler over us now. Forgive our absence at your coronation, as we were not sure how to address the crowning of the False Queen.

You see, Feyre is your mate, is she not? Cauldron made for you. Of course your pairing was not destined to be a love match and you went your separate ways, as we know. I myself have wondered many a night why the Cauldron would have mated the two of you. Now I see why.

Feyre is the true High Queen. She was chosen by the Cauldron for this very purpose. I implore you to have your wife step down so the rightful Queen can rule by your side. If you do not abide by what has clearly been predetermined, I will have no choice but to bring this case to the other fae. All may not agree with me, but enough will. Do you wish war so soon on your lands?

I hope to hear a response promptly. Your rightful Queen will be waiting.

Tamlin, High Queen Feyre’s consort

Rhysand looked up at you, tossing the paper onto his desk before placing his hands on your waist and pulling you in close. “Do not listen to them. The fae have already accepted you as High Queen. There is no official ruling for how this should go. We are the first in this position, if I set it so my wife is queen then so be it. They can try to push for Feyre on the throne, but no fae will uphold it. Do not fret, sweet one. You are the High Queen and that is how it shall remain.”

You looked into his eyes for a long moment before speaking. “What if he is correct? The Cauldron had mated you, perhaps it was for this purpose. Am I to deny the Cauldrons power?”

Rhysand sighed deeply, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “To Hel with the Cauldron. It does not choose what we do with a mating bond, it can only set them. I was given the honor of High King and in doing so I chose my own ways to rule. I would not have deemed you High Queen if I did not believe you would be a grand ruler. Feyre is not cut out for it. Trust me, they will not gain the amount of support they need.”

Doubt clouded your mind, but you nodded in agreement with his words. Rhysand was High King, surely Tamlin and Feyre would not be so foolish as to start a war over this.

***

“He’s recruited his own Court for his cause. I’m receiving threats by the day. Fae are truly believing his words,” Rhys says, addressing the room before him. Azriel, Cassian, Amren, and Mor sit and wait for further instruction. “We need to squash this imminently. This delusion cannot be allowed to be spread around. I have set out to create a land of peace, I will not stand by and allow him to destroy it! We need to send some Illyrians, persuade him to step down with this idea.” You placed a hand on your husband’s shoulder, calming his anger slightly.

“We must not act rashly. Spring will be expecting retaliation. We do not know which of these High Fae truly believe him or which have been threatened to act accordingly. I refuse to become violent rulers so quickly,” you said, squeezing his shoulder gently. He sighed deeply, resting his head on your arm.

“You are right. We must figure out some way to address this peacefully.” Rhys waved a hand at Mor. “You should go, debate with Tamlin and Feyre. Get them to see how they are acting is foolish. You are the best of us at handling stubborn attitudes.” Mor laughs and bows her head.

“I’ve had lots of practice.”

***

MOR

“Welcome to our home, Morrigan. I assume you have come with some plea for peace?” Tamlin taunted, a cold laugh accompanying his words. “We will not step down with our claim. It was a mistake for the High King to send you here.” With a snap of his fingers guards surrounded Mor, weapons drawn. She looked around at them all most unimpressed.

“Now, Tamlin, is this really necessary? I have only come to speak with you. Do you truly believe me to be such a threat?” She widened her eyes and appeared the true picture of delicate innocence, a small pout on her lips. Feyre scoffed from next to Tamlin, shaking her head.

“Don’t act like we are stupid, Morrigan. I assume the High King does not agree with what the Cauldron has decided, as he has sent you to do his dirty work for him.” She stood taller, towering over Mor from her place on the steps. “I am the rightful High Queen, regardless of whatever you believe. You have crowned a phony in my place. Am I to sit by and allow my throne to be taken from me?”

It was Mor’s turn to laugh. “You are more ignorant than I thought. The crown belongs to Rhysand, who chose his wife to be High Queen. You are nothing more than a lady of spring.”

In a heartbeat one of the soldiers had his blade tight against Mor’s neck, restraining her with his other arm. “Enough. I will give you a choice, Morrigan. Pledge your service to the true Queen, and join us on the correct side,” Tamlin said, opening his arms wide. “Or die. The choice is yours.”

Mor looked up at the once peaceful male she knew, when they were all children. She took in the young female next to him, the human girl who saved Rhysand’s life, who saved most of Prythian’s lives.

And then she spat on the ground.

“Kill me then. I’d rather be dead than a traitor.”

Tamlin gave a sympathetic sort of smile. “So be it.”

***

Reader Pov

“THEY KILLED HER! THEY CUT OFF HER HEAD AND SENT IT BACK TO ME!” Rhysand yelled, anguish in his voice. You stood stunned, staring at the bloodied head of your beautiful friend. She had been dropped off with a note from Tamlin.

Such a pity to see this one go.

This is what happens to those who refuse their rightful Queen. Make your choices carefully, High King Rhysand. Your true High Queen awaits you here.

The remaining Inner Circle had been summoned immediately. Cassian had let out a strangled shout when he had seen it, Azriel going deadly cold. Amren said nothing, just focused onto Rhys with those ancient eyes.

“They have officially declared war. We need to gather our allies, and fast. Cassian, you need to go to the Illyrians and make sure they’re with us. Azriel, go to Dawn and Day. Amren, I need you to check on Winter and Summer. No doubt Tamlin already has Autumn on their side, as it’s the closest court to him. He also has Lucien as his closest friend and emissary. We need to secure the support we do have. Can you all handle that?” Rhysand instructed, looking carefully at his family. Azriel gave a curt nod before he was gone in a blink of darkness, not waiting a second more.

“I will go easily. What they have done to her is an act of cruelty I have not seen in many moons. I will not allow our new peace destroyed by tyrants.” Amren kept her cool demeanor, the only sign of her pain was the way her hands were clasped tightly together. Rhys nodded his thanks as she left, before turning to Cassian.

“The Illyrians are sworn not only to the two of you, but to me. I will ensure their armies at your side,” he spoke, eyes remaining upon what remained of Mor for a second longer before he turned from the room.

You hadn’t moved from the spot you were in when the head was dropped unceremoniously at your feet. You had loved the high open windows until now, until the severed head of your closest friend was tossed through them like some sort of sick toy. This is my fault.

“It is not.” Rhys stood in front of you, blocking your view of Mor’s head. He tucked a hand under your chin, pulling your face up to look at him. “Shields up. We need to be more alert than ever. What has happened is not on you. Tamlin and Feyre have chosen to shed the first blood in this war. This pointless war over a throne that already has a crown. We will make sure they do not do any more damage. It is important that we remain strong throughout this, that we stand before Prythian united.” A single tear slid down his face, his own emotions too intense to hide. You reached up and brushed the wetness away, keeping your hand on his cheek.

“Together,” you whispered, staring deep into his eyes. Trying to convey all the unsaid words and emotions. “The sooner we address the fae the better. They need to know the danger that may be coming. Those who are sick, or elderly, or have young children need to be given a chance to flee if they so wish.” As much as you did not want to speak before them at this second, it was essential.

“You are right, as always.” Rhysand tucked a loose strand of hair back behind your ear. “Let us do our duty as rulers.”

***

“War has been declared upon us by those who reside in Spring. They are claiming made up lies as truth, and have killed one of our own. The Morrigan has been slain in cold blood, all for not bowing down to their rumors. We are preparing with our allies now, with the promise that Velaris will remain the safest place in all of Prythian. However, for those of you who do not wish to stay, safe passage will be granted out to Montesere. As High King I devote my life to you all, and will strive to protect each and every one of you the way I would myself. We will not fall!” Rhysand ended his speech by thrusting his sword up in the air, thousands of fae following suit with loud cries. You looked out over the crowd, chills running down your spine.

Everything had changed.

***

“Summer has declared for us. Dawn and Day have offered armies of their own. The Illyrians will fight on our side. Winter is trying to remain a zone of neutrality. The odds are currently stacked against Tamlin and Feyre, but it is important to know that can change at any moment.” Cassian laid out your allies upon the strategy board as he spoke, before turning to you. “My Queen, it is no longer safe for you here. I strongly advise you to go to the safe house in Montesere.”

You shook your head slowly. “No. I will not flee. I belong here, and as High Queen I will defend not only my throne but my people.” A hand clutched tightly to the sword strapped to your side. “I am as well trained in combat as any of you. I have deep running magic that have bested a thousand fae. I will fight alongside those who have trusted me with their futures.” You looked pointedly at the board in front of you, refusing to look at Rhysand. You knew that he understood you were correct, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to protect you. You didn’t wish to see the pain on his face.

***

The first battle did not reach the edges of Velaris. In fact, you did not know the first battle had happened until it was over. Not until Cassian came bursting in to the study, eyes wide. “It has begun.”

Rhysand stood, walking over to his brother. “Who?” You held your breath, anxious to hear what had taken place without your knowledge.

“Winter declared for Feyre. They invaded the Summer Court. It was pure bloodshed, I am told. Summer held up well against Winter, until the Autumn and Spring Courts came in. They destroyed them. Anyone they didn’t kill pled allegiance to Feyre, to Spring.” Cassian paused. “We are down to Dawn, Day, and the Illyrians. The Seasonal Courts are marching towards us now. We must prepare for battle.” Your blood ran cold at his words, at the danger that was heading towards your doorstep.

You stood, moving to stand next to Rhysand. “Send messages to our remaining allies. It is of upmost importance they arrive here as quickly as possible. We also need to remain sure of their allegiance to me. We must continue to stay strong, confident. If we falter in our beliefs our armies will fall. Go, Cassian. Quickly,” you commanded, sending the general on his way. You turned to look at Rhysand, chest tight with worry. His hands came to rest on that familiar place on your waist, pulling you close to him.

“He will get to them in time, my love. Besides, you and I are the most powerful fae in all of Prythian. Just the two of us hold the power of an entire army. I will not let them touch you.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You relaxed into his hold, savoring these last moments of peace.

It was time to head into war.

***

“False Queen.” Hissed from around you, angry faces of fae swimming in front of your eyes. Rhysand straightened at your side, towering down over them. “I’d choose your next words very carefully,” he spoke, voice deadly cold. The fae who were taunting you sneered at him, any respect they once had gone.

“You have gone against the Cauldron, my King. You have gone against what is right. You crowned the false queen and have brought war to our lands. High Queen Feyre did not wish for it to come to this, did not wish any harm on us or on your wife.” They turned to you, the once joyful beings turned into ruthless monsters. “You tried to trick us in the beginning, making us believe you wanted the best for Prythian. Instead you only wished for power. High Queen Feyre is what is best for us.” Rhysand stepped in front of you, shielding you from further insult.

“Enough. We remain loyal to Prythian, to those who are loyal to us. If you wish to present yourselves as enemies, you will be dealt with as enemies.” With barely a flinch he melted the minds of the three fae in front of you. Three fae who had attended your coronation, who had pledged themselves to you. Who had gladly accepted you as High Queen.

Now they lay dead at your feet.

A horn broke you out of your anguish, attention drawn to the horizon. You reached out for Rhysands hand, clutching it tightly. You watched in anger and horror as the armies from the Season Courts breached your home. The home you had so carefully created. The home you had planned to rule for centuries with Rhysand at your side. The home you were going to bring your children into.

You squeezed your husband’s hand one last time before dropping it, bellowing as you lead your army into battle. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Rhysand go into full beast form, a deadly shadow cast upon the enemy armies below.

The next hours were long, filled with blood and death. Your army fought valiantly for you, defending you at every turn. Yet slowly they began to fall. More and more fae turned to High Queen Feyre as the battle went on, desperate for the fighting to end. You watched as fae who had cheered for you moved to despising you. You fought and fought, arms growing heavy from the use of your sword, body going tired from the use of your magic. You stood in the chaos, realizing you were losing.

You watched Rhysand fall from the sky. You watched the green-armored soldiers flank to him. You knew it was over.

It was all over.

Feyre was in front of you now, a wicked smile upon her face. “Oh, poor thing. All you had to do was hand me my crown, and all of this could have been avoided. You allowed this to happen.” She clicked her tongue sympathetically. “Now your oh so lovely High King is dead. A shame, to see one so powerful fall. It is your fault, you know. You have killed him.” Your heart shattered in your chest, the realization that Rhysand was gone ripping you out from the state of shock you were in.

“You dirty bitch!” You screamed, rushing forward to plunge your blade into her heart.

“Ah, Ah. We can’t have that, now can we?” Feyre said condescendingly, looking at you pitifully. It was then you felt the blade that had been pushed through your stomach. An arm wrapped around your neck from behind, the blade twisting inside you. You gasped out in pain, turning your head just enough to see the golden hair that belonged to Tamlin.

“Trying to kill the High Queen? Traitor.” He twisted the blade again, pain rippling through your body. “You have no one left. All your banners have fallen. Anyone who was still fighting for you has bowed down to Feyre, or has died.” Another twist. “I killed that filthy Cassian myself.” Tamlin laughed. “ Once he fell, your little Illyrians came right to me. Said that I was the rightful leader now, having bested their old one.” Twist. Your vision began darkening, death looming closely. “Lucien did Azriel in. You should see him with a bow and arrow. He’s a rather nasty shot. Especially to birds.” He started dragging the blade up, a scream caught in your throat. “Feyre got Amren. You should’ve seen it. Did you know she holds the power of every High Lord? Amren fought hard, sure, but even old beasts have their limits.” He laughed. “And Rhysand. Watching him fall has been the highlight of my day. We did not even have to try! He worked himself to death, fighting for you. How romantic.” His sword slices higher. “Too bad it was all for nothing. Look out over your pretty little city. You brought all this death here.” He removed his blade and pushed you forward, laughing as you tumbled into the bloodied land. You turned your head just enough to look up at him taking Feyre’s hand, to see her condescending little smile.

“Tamlin will be a fine High King, don’t you think?” She looked up at him, placing her hand lovingly on his arm. “Kill her for me, my love. I’m tired of looking at her pathetic state.” Tamlin smiled wide, kissing Feyres hand before raising his sword once more.

It was over.

***

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. I know this is quite a rough one to start back up with but I had to write this idea. It was heavily inspired by House of the Dragon and the song Castles Crumbling by Taylor Swift. I hope you all enjoy and I have missed writing and interacting with you so so much. Here’s to many more stories ❤️

[noforkingclue]

Can Iake a request for homelander? I was thinking about how he sees humans as below him yet was created by humans. Maybe something fluffy (as fluffy as it can be with homelander lmao) where gets a crush on a human Vought employee because their funny and honest but also really blunt whenever he talks to her. Or if you think this one is better maybe homelander meeting a supe who's powers are like sirens from Greek mythology,(hypnotic voice, attractive aura, etc. ) Basically they can draw in people in a similar way that tomie from junji ito can, but isn't interested in entertaining men

Homelander: I want you to be part of the 7

Reader: how would that even work, am I just supposed to sex appeal them to death?🙄

So I chose the first one. I find the dynamic of Homelander and a human so fucking interesting.

Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Filth

Warnings: Homelander

Your voice was irritating.

Everywhere he went in Vought Tower, Homelander could hear it. Whether it was you providing update reports to fucking Ashley or laughing about something with those cunts you call friends. He thought that he could even hear your voice long after you had left the building.

He stormed through the building. Useless humans darted out of the way, not wanting to be trampled down while he was on his warpath. Why couldn’t he get you out of his head? You were just another useless human. Weak, pathetic, just another weak fucking insect. Something to crush under the sole of his boot.

But he didn’t want to.

You made some meaningless comment to your equally meaningless colleagues which somehow earnt you a round of laughter. Homelander’s eye twitched at the grating noise. It's all so human. One of those colleagues touched your arm and you leant into the touch. That did it.

Homelander turned around and marched towards you. Humans scuttled out of the way but not you. You didn’t shrink away. Instead you smiled brightly at him and Homelander glared at the colleagues around you. If he had his way, he would’ve burned holes into their head and fuck you over their mutilated bodies. Watch as the blood would soak into your clothes, as pieces of flesh and bone get tangled in your hair, watch as-

“Hello,” your bright voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “is there anything I can help you with, sir?”

Yes. He wanted you down on your knees. Looking up at him with those beautiful eyes. Covered in the blood of those humans who dared touch what was his. Instead he just beckoned you to follow him. He marched away, not bothering to see if you were following him. He could hear your footsteps and the steady beat of your heart. That was refreshing. You, unlike so much of the filth that surrounded you, weren’t afraid of him.

When the two of you were finally alone in a random office you were roughly shoved up against the wall. Homelander leant down, brushing his nose against yours, as he pressed his fingers roughly against your neck. He felt your heartbeat skip slightly as you swallowed thickly.

“I don’t frighten you.” he said

“Do you want me to be frightened?” you asked

His grip around your neck tightened and you winced slightly. Still, your heartbeat remained steady.

“I could kill you,” Homelander continued, “snap that pathetic neck of yours. Burn your eyes out. Rip your heart out of your chest.”

“I know.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“You’re still not frightened.”

“I’m not afraid of dying,” you said, with a soft smile, “it is one thing that must happen to us all.”

Homelander’s grip tightened and this time you did wince. He smiled at the action although there was no warmth behind it. He leant in close, brushing his nose against yours.

“You smell like them.” he practically snarled

You frowned but Homelander’s grip on you prevented you from speaking.

“Like filth,” he continued, “and I’m going to fucking change that. I don’t want to hear another fucking word out of your mouth.”

[zippidi-dooda]

I am loving this event way more than I thought I would (haven't fully gone through it yet)

But I was not expecting Vil to go ham on insults

And this was just from what I played through today

Glad I'm not actually there cause I'd be in the background like "OOOOHHH! DAMN VIL, YOU TELL 'IM!!!" And Leona would hate me

Also love how we get the representation of someone who hates kids, I feel like there are few to no shows that demonstrate it

Cheka is cute and I love him, but I can understand Leona

To be honest, Leona has never really been on my roster, I am more of a Malleus/Deuce/Rollo type of gal

Leona just seems like someone more fun to bugger with

But this ...

This reveal???

Jaw dropping, king of the jungle for real, hubba hubba, hot dayum--Malleus forgive me

Another moment that I am glad I wasn't there for cause I was all over the other three's "take off the overcoat" reveal and would've been fan-girling over them, whooping and gassin' 'em up,

But the difference in how my reaction to seeing them compared to Leona would've been obvious

His aura was just so different and he doesn't show off his strength, he prefers brain over brawn, but now he was so smug about it

Like, yes, that's what I live for

Not to mention that I personally love the idea of "flirt fighting" which entails actually sparring. Wanting to better defend and strengthen yourself is the main motivator, but tension is a great plus.

And that's essentially everything he's doing here???

Get me in the ring with him, I will lose but I will enjoy every second of it

And then, when all's said and done,

He takes the time to actually voice his evaluation and assessment of everyone in a straightforward and nice way

I feel like I got to see a side of Leona I hadn't before and I'm really liking it

I remember reading a post about how Leona doesn't really resemble Scar who he's twisted from during the Book of Savanaclaw, where there was some good points made (namely, he kinda sat back while Ruggie did most of the dirty-work, it was on Leona's behalf but we didn't see much of him stringing Ruggie around).

But in this event we really get to see the "Scar Side" of Leona. His wit, his cunning and the issues that motivate Leona; he wants change for the better of his pride and knows how to get there quick, but others won't listen cause they have other values they'd like to keep in tact and it irritates him that they're putting the things that are (in his mind) more insignificant, first.

And I think introducing that part of Leona in this event instead of in Book of Savanaclaw works amazingly well because Leona is a prince, he is at NRC to learn yes but stays there (probably also gets held back on purpose so he'll have an excuse to stay away from home) to forget about his frustrations with his homeland. So, I think he wouldn't have much incentive to want to fix as much in his dorm or the school since his problems mainly lie back in his Kingdom.

Anyway, this is plenty fuel for happiness and story ideas and that's about all I have to share right now

(Also, the bow Grim is wearing is most similar to Leona's garb and since we are "a package deal" I'm assuming we're both wearing similar prints. So, we may be matching spectacularly with Leona. Dunno about you, but I'd gladly follow along as if I'm his trophy wife-- again, I'm sorry, Malleus don't come for me-- and also this is just more story fuel ...)

"Leona x reader x Malleus"

The story goes through the whole Cloud Calling event, with Y/N learning there's so much more to the lazy beastman than thought originally. But, when Lilia shows off the group's trip photos, Malleus is enraged to see you leaning happily against Leona in what are practically couples' clothes, the smug smirk the lion is sporting seems to be targeted specifically at the fae. What will happen when you return to NRC from your trip? Find out in the next episode

[sehtoast]

Tender Threads CH3 (Homelander x OC)

chapter three: initiation

chapter directory | slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, spidersona as original character, original trans male character, smut, sublander

summary: time to make it official. speeches, crowds, and vought's guard dog watching his every move. better not mess up, bug boy.

Word was out by fault of a leak.  Before the official announcement by Vought, news outlets had plastered Spidey over every flat surface and digital medium possible.  It wasn’t the first time Ben had made international news, but it was the first time it was to a scale like this.  He’s been a hot subject since becoming one of the only ‘rogue’ supes to not choose outright crime, though vigilantism was still technically illegal.   But he had droves of public support and pretty much always has.

Spider-Man had been gasoline added to the fire in the debate of unlicensed heroes.  He wasn’t the first, but he was certainly one of the more popular ones– though Ben could never fathom why.  Within three years of first donning the mask, he found himself trending on social media on a nearly regular basis for reasons both good and bad.

Spidey Doesn’t Kill.  Spider-Man Saves Victims Before The Seven.

Debates on his morals or potential lack thereof.

He’s not getting paid for it, obviously he’s doing it because he’s a good guy. 

What if he’s just some sick freak that wants an excuse to beat up on people?  

It was… a lot.

But it’s never been anything like this.  At least the outrage of the handful of exceptionally vocal few was satisfying.  Especially that weird guy that runs The Bugle.

Ben was given a script for his formal introduction.  Vought was going all out.  A stage, cameras, a massive crowd…

It was fucking scary.

He’d met Stillwell a week prior.  Just do it the way Homelander does, she’d said to him.  As if it were that easy.  As if his entire life wasn’t just upended by both the world’s most powerful supe and conglomerate.

So here he stands, just a few blocks away from the stage in Central Park.  Waiting for his little queue.

He can hear her over the loudspeaker.  Insincerity and public posturing dripping from her voice like venom.

Ben hates these types.  He’s dealt with them a lot in his job– well, old job– and something about her was so… wrong.  The way she smiled at him when he lifted the pen from his contract, name forever etched, soul forever sold.  Maybe it was how soothing she tries to be.  Soft voice, gentle eyes, even though behind it all is just another soulless little–

“I am so thrilled to present to you,” she says, voice bouncing off buildings and into Benjamin’s ears.

His queue to jump, to dive low and arc high.

“The newest member of The Seven–”

Go, go, go!   Drag line– zip– push off the wall– dive, momentum, go for the spectacle!  Razzle dazzle ‘em, Ben! C’mon, Stillwell! Say it!  Say the fucking line!

“The Amazing Spider-Man!”

Just as the words fly off her tongue, Ben comes into full view of the crowd.  Cheers erupt like deafening thunder, seemingly drowning out the city.  He peers down as gravity corrects his display of performative agility, sending him on a dive toward the stage.

A zipline to the rafters is all he needs to stick the landing, a quick handstand to add that pizzazz that was demanded from him, and a web from which to dangle upside down as he waved like the good little performer he was.

It wasn’t without its own beauty.  Even upside down those signs were clear as day.

We Love You Spidey! 

You Saved Us!

NY ♥️s Spidey!

The cheers, the kids in shifty little homemade costumes, his signature hand gesture that releases his webbing being held high by thousands...

Even in the air, he couldn’t see the end of the crowd.

But there’s no time for his brain to blue-screen like this, especially not when Stillwell all but grabs him and directs him to the podium.

Oh fuck, public speaking.  Christ, Ben thinks to himself, okay, imagine them all in their underwear…

The roar of the crowd silences in mere seconds as they wait for him to speak.

Thank god for the mask.  And the podium… fuck, are my legs shaking?

“Hi, everyone.” Ben begins, clearing his throat awkwardly.  He had a lot to nail here.  Poise, confidence, and whatever else was gonna help make supes look competent enough to belong in that defense bill.  Yeah, Stillwell made sure he knew not to fuck up their future as Lockheed Martin’s biggest competitor.

One step out of line could be catastrophic.

“I just… I wanna start by thanking everyone, y’know?  Everyone here, out there, friends, family… the whole shebang.”  He starts, letting the thunderous applause run its course before moving on.  “But most importantly, I want to thank Vought for giving me this chance–”

Gag, gag, gag!  This is horrible!  Ben thinks to himself as he runs his script.  Part way through some babble about small beginnings, he notices a flash of red and white behind the proscenium wall of the stage.

Homelander’s here?

“I’m just so incredibly grateful to be standing here today, y’know?  I hope I make you folks proud.  Thank you,”  oh christ, here we go with the raw corporate vomit, “and god bless America!”

Blegh.

Ben takes the slightest step away from the podium, and it’s like a jet engine firing up right in the middle of the park.  Screams and cheers, applause and all sorts of noise making doohickeys.  Beside him, Stillwell ceases her own claps to gently guide him from the podium.  Then, the noise explodes.

Whatever fanfare was for Spidey becomes infinitely louder when those colors sway out from behind the wall.

“Oh, no!  Hey, you guys!”  Homelander shouts to the masses, his smile wide and happy as he makes his way to the microphone.  He claps a hand against Ben’s shoulder and pulls him back to the podium to stand with him.  “C’mon, let’s hear it for Spider-Man, eh?”

Homelander leans in as the deafening uproar picks back up.  “Bet’cha don’t get that as a vigilante, huh?”

Then, as the noise dies down, Homelander begins his own performance.

“I, for one, am incredibly glad to have this fella join our team. It’s unfortunate that Translucent was injured so badly by an unknown enemy during his last mission, and I swear to God that we’ll find whoever is responsible and bring them to justice!” Homelander pauses. “But, I know that Spidey here will bring his own incredible qualities to our team, and I very much look forward to working with him, and the rest of The Seven, to keep our country, and world, safe!”

Perfectly impassioned.  Voice strong, tone bold but somber for his incapacitated friend.  Humble and domineering, but worthy of adoration.

He’s one hell of a spectacle up close.

Homelander’s arm slings around Ben’s shoulders, indicating that he, too, should wave to the masses.  He was showing the world how friendly they are with one another despite the real deal behind the scenes.  Despite what he’d said and done to the bug.

Benjamin wasn’t going on a patrol tonight.  No, no… after today, all he wants to do is curl up and hibernate.  Maybe it was all of the dread and anxiety for his big reveal day that had weighed him down, but he felt so heavy.  There was no way he’d be able to resist a nap on a rooftop at this rate.

Besides, this was probably one of the last times he’d ever sleep a full night here.  Well, most of a full night, given his sixth sense’s tendency to rouse him at odd intervals.  

Vought was moving him in.  Sure he could keep the apartment, but what was the point?  All of his things were going to be transferred by Vought’s moving services, so all he really had to do was pack everything up even though he technically didn't actually have to– the moving team would handle everything.  Not that there was much he could have in a studio apartment, but…

He’d gotten as far as boxing up his clothes, but everything else was still as is.

Instead of doing more, though, he just grabs that same guitar whose strings Homelander nearly broke, lays back, and picks a melody until drowsiness turns to pure exhaustion.

Unaware of the eyes watching him through the walls.

The boy was… a curious thing.  Obligation had turned to fascination, fascination became fixation, and fixation became obsession a little too quickly for his liking.  But that didn’t stop Homelander from continuing with his observations.  

It never does.

He was almost grateful that killing the bug was off the table completely.  Had he done so in that alley, he wouldn’t be here now, being practically serenaded– well, all except for some singing that Benjamin has yet to unknowingly perform for him.  Everything he’d seen over the last few weeks had driven him insane.  

Why in the hell would such an extraordinary supe choose this?   The mundane, the boring, the simple.

The mud.

He could have been so much more so long ago!  And Vought?  Vought waited this long to pursue and sign him?  What a fucking joke!  Homelander would’ve taken him over Starlight in a second had they pitched him earlier.  He supposes, though, that it was because they had been taking formal auditions back then…

But what a specimen this Benjamin was turning out to be.  So bold, yet so timid.  So happy and sad all at once.  Human, yet impeccably super.  And so very fun to watch live his boring little life.  Homelander will almost miss watching the web-head scramble to make it to work on time, swinging around the city in his cheap dress shirt, spider suit stuffed in a backpack, and then doing that stupid job as a… oh, what was it..?  Some kind of tech bullshit, whatever it was.  

Suffice it to say, it’ll be magnificent with the bug living in the same building soon.  Easier to observe that way.