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SUMMARY : ben liked her more than he thought he did, more than he’d ever admit to her or himself.

PAIRING : soldier boy x supe!reader (f.)

CHARACTERS : hughie campbell, billy butcher

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw (18+), smut, implied misogyny, breeding kink, angst, feelings?, drug/alcohol use

WORD COUNT : 4.4k

A/N : title from a song by radio company. I keep procrastinating on posting, but a bunch of inspirational posts keep popping up telling me to JUST POST. so, I’m being brave and posting, heheh x

Ben had been restless all day.

He stared at Y/N, but she focused on whatever Butcher was saying. She usually repeated what Butcher had said when Ben asked her and no one really cared that he doesn’t listen to the stuff in between. As long as he had orders he wanted to follow through with, they seemed fine with him being the way he was.

He took advantage of it.

He took advantage of a lot of things. For example, he took advantage of the fact that Y/N was attracted to him and that she was a quiet fuck. Still, the afterglow of her orgasm remained for a few hours, nearly giving away what they’d secretly been up to. Her glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, her swollen lips and the way she was relaxed when she’d been uptight and wound up all day from trying to come up with ways to bring down Homelander.

She was also a supe, which he thought was great for the intensity of the sex they had. She could handle him and could take more of what he wanted than a human would have been able to. He just didn’t like it when she used her powers to control him and stop him from initiating anything with the boys around.

He got the hint. He rolled his eyes at her when he stood behind her, pressing himself against her ass, humming as if he were listening to a word Hughie said. Hughie was complaining to Butcher about something, and usually, everyone jumped in to say their piece and that’s when he’d make his intentions clear to her. He’d feel a tightening sensation around his chest and he’d huff out in annoyance, knowing it was her that was telling him to stop.

He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and started to smoke one. He knew she hated when he did that and she narrowed her eyes at him when he puffed a little white cloud against the side of her face. Her eyes began shining a golden colour and an invisible shield stopped the second puff of smoke from blowing against her face, and he smirked at her, walking away to smoke by the window.

He hoped the boys would leave soon and that when they did, they’d make Y/N stay with him so he could finally bury himself inside her. He didn’t like keeping it a secret that they were fucking, but she always recoiled from his touch, so much so that he heard Hughie asking her if she was uncomfortable with him.

She brushed it off as Ben being himself and wanting to fuck all living creatures with tits. She even had the audacity to say that Ben preferred saggy grannies over someone as young and tight as herself. Hughie blushed at her obscene words, so flustered by her smirk that his mouth just opened and closed hilariously.

Ben spanked her for that when they finally fucked, her cute little ass was red and hurting from the sting of his hands. Unfortunately, she’d healed from that quickly, but it was enjoyable in the moment, for both of them. Even if she didn’t say it, even if she whined about it, he knew she liked it.

On his second advance, he’d passed by in front of her. He could have just walked behind her, but he moved in front of her, squeezing her ass while everyone argued for the second time about their approach. It was really unnecessary on his part, but the glare she shot at him made him laugh, deep and genuine that he was almost scared for feeling happiness and maybe a little something else that he wouldn’t admit to himself.

So, he went to his room with the intention of jerking off, but he found himself unable to go past the edge of his orgasm. Instead, he decided to suit up. He figured they’d leave again at some point because they had been discussing who should or shouldn’t go. And after about an hour and a half, they all left without telling him anything.

It irritated him, but once he stopped hearing them, he abandoned the computer where he was watching porn—hoping to get himself in the mood for a quick wank, but he just couldn’t and just stared blankly at it—feeling horny, but unable to cum. He grabbed another cigarette, smoked it on his way out of his room, looking for a sign that someone was still here. But, truthfully, he was just hoping to find Y/N still here.

He could smell food, his stomach growled upon catching a whiff of it and he walked towards the kitchen, and found just who he was looking for. He smirked, “finally, a woman in the kitchen without having to be told.” He knew it would get a rise out of her to say that, and he enjoyed her attitude when he made comments like that.

He put his cigarette in the ashtray, making sure it went out all the way so she wouldn’t tell him off before he sat down at the table. His legs were wide open and his arm was on the wooden surface, his eyes tracing the curves of her body in the tight sweater and jeans.

“Fuck off, I’m not here for your pleasure, I’m hungry,” she told him, looking over her shoulder to glare at him with irritation. He laughed loudly, wiping his mouth with his thumb to which she rolled her eyes. She turned the stove off and started to serve herself some of the food she made: waffles, bacon, and scrambled eggs.

“Breakfast for dinner?” He asked, raising a brow.

“Cravings,” she shrugged, putting too much strawberry jam on her waffles and an equal amount of whipped cream. He perked up a little at the word, his cock stirring in his suit at the idea of having gotten her pregnant. She started to put raspberries and strawberries on them, then laughed softly to herself when she finished.

“Cravings?” He asked, clearing his throat.

She moaned softly when she took a bite and he palmed his stiff cock, nearly growling at the sounds she was making. He was only getting harder with the hope that he somehow got her pregnant in at least one of the occasions in which they fucked.

“So fucking good,” she moaned, just like she’d say when he fucked her. “Want some?” She asked, finally turning around and licking away some whipped cream from her lip, sucking on her fingers. He stopped touching himself immediately and acted casually when he pulled his gloves off his hands.

“Yours are too sweet,” he grumbled, his eyes dropped down to her breast. Her nipples poked the soft, grey cotton, the zipper as low as Starlight’s suit so he could see her cleavage.

“I’ll serve you some, but you’re putting whatever you want on them. I’m not your mother,” she said seriously, grabbing a plate for him from the cabinets. He bit his lip, the sweater rising up to reveal the smooth skin on her back. She returned to the stove, serving him the last two waffles and the last of the bacon and eggs.

She put his plate in front of him and brought him all the toppings, ignoring him the rest of the time, to eat her waffles at the counter.

“You’re not gonna sit?” He asked casually, but his voice had a hint of disapproval in it. She easily caught the tone and turned to look at him, rolling her eyes. She grabbed her plate and sat down on the chair closest to him.

“Happy?” She asked, digging into her food when he huffed in response rather than answering with his words. He stared at her with raised brows, watched how slowly she ate and how she enjoyed every overly-sweet bite of her meal. “What?” She asked, pouting at him unintentionally.

He smiled and shook his head, “you’re eating like a pregnant woman,” he commented offhandedly, adding the toppings he wanted. She kicked his leg, despite not being offended by it. She told herself she was just annoyed by everything he said, but deep down she knew she cared about him. He glared at her. “I didn’t mean it in an offensive way,” he defended himself.

“I know,” she shrugged indifferently, “I just think you’re annoying.”

He continued to glare at her, watched her eat her bacon and eggs while completely ignoring him and the glare he was shooting at her. Had he been Homelander, she’d be cut in half; bloody and dead. He grabbed the leg of her chair to pull her closer and wrapped his arms around her waist to move her onto his thigh.

“I think you need to be fucked,” he said gruffly. His free hand began zipping her sweater down to reveal her naked chest to him. She grunted, annoyed by his blunt words, turning around in his lap when wiggling free wasn’t an option. She brought her plate closer and started to eat, finishing up with her waffle when he started to unbutton her jeans.

“This isn’t an invitation,” she said, smacking his hand away. “I made food, eat it,” she ordered, getting off his lap, and this time he let her go. He blinked at her, his eyes glued to her every movement, narrowing when she started to wash her plate, which she then placed in the dishwasher.

“Don’t order me around, Y/N,” he said, his voice deep and beautiful. It still had an effect on her that both aroused her and made her want to punch him. He crossed his arms over his chest and she rolled her eyes for the thousandth time today, and all the times it was because of him. “And stop rolling your eyes at me.”

She turned to face him again, unzipped her jeans and pulled them down, stepping out of them and leaving them in the middle of the kitchen with her sweater right on top of them. She stood in front of him, naked, except for the light blue underwear she was wearing and her grey socks.

“Please, eat my food, Ben,” she said sweetly, but he knew she was pretending, mocking him, teasing him. “And after, I’ll let you fuck me,” she used the same tone, stepping between his legs. Her hands held his face, silky and warm like the waffles she made, they moved until she buried her fingers in his soft hair.

“And if I want to fuck you first?” He asked, hooking his fingers on her underwear and tugging them down her legs. She let him do it, leaned down to kiss him hungrily, the taste of sugar on her tongue made him moan, but before he could get the upper hand and deepen the kiss, she pulled away.

“The food will get cold,” she stated with an infuriating amount of calmness. He hesitantly pulled away from her and started to eat his food. She grinned at him triumphantly and picked up her clothes from the floor, his eyes on her ass the whole time.

“Where are you going?”

“Just putting this in my room, I’ll wait for you there,” she told him, a little confused.

“No, you’ll come back down and I’ll fuck you on the table,” he told her casually. She stared at the table and he could tell she was imagining all the possibilities. After taking his request—or his order, really—into consideration, she smiled at him and nodded, making her way out of the kitchen completely naked. “Shit;” he murmured, shaking his head.

She really was something.

By the time she returned, he’d nearly finished. He may have eaten a little too fast, but she didn’t make a comment about it, just leaned against the doorframe as if she wasn’t a walking temptation. When he finished, he pushed the plate aside and she inspected it, as if he would leave any food when he had been starving before he came into the kitchen.

She smirked at him, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes made him suspicious about her intentions when she took his plate. She walked to the sink to wash it too, slowly. He rolled his eyes, started to remove most of his armour, the vest, utility belt, until he was only in the zipped-up shirt, boots, and his pants.

She dried her hands with a towel and smirked at him, “why’d you put all that on, anyway?” She asked, looking to the side where the curtain was drawn, the orange sunlight from the sunset leaking through. She covered her chest and made her way over to close it.

“Leave it,” he told her. His gruff voice made her lick her lips. She smiled to herself before turning around to face him. He stood behind her, glancing over her shoulder at the neighbourhood and turned her back around to face it. He slapped her ass hard, revelling in her little gasp, and massaging the flesh gently. “You’re so fucking hot,” he praised, watching the neighbors go about their day.

Ben hoped someone would look at her when one of his hands cupped her warm breast, pinching her already tightened nipple. He was rough with her, squeezing her chest roughly, his other hand had travelled down her tummy, where he wanted to fill her up and make her pregnant. His hand kept going lower, her back arched against his chest, her head rested on his shoulder, panting already with her eyes closed.

“Little whore,” he murmured, the sound vibrating through his chest and against her back. She puffed out an irritated breath, but when his fingers found her entrance, the lubrication of her pussy coating his fingers, she moaned with him. His fingers slid freely through her folds and he found her clit just as he watched the guy he had a quick chat with the other day—Clark, who was married—walk by the window about to close the curtains to his home.

Instead, Clark watched. At first, surprised at what he was seeing but when he saw Ben, fear made him close the curtains quickly. Ben chuckled, satisfied with the reaction, nearly missing Y/N’s sweet moans and the way she squirmed in his arms. He removed his hand from between her legs, licked his fingers clean and started to walk her to the table, but first, he wanted some payback.

He sat down with her in his lap, watched her shift a little to look at him over her shoulder with a puzzled expression on her face. She still looked forward, waiting patiently for what he was going to do to her. He hummed softly at her submission, kissed her shoulder tenderly, appreciative of the way she shivered.

He smoothed his hands up and down her sides, spread her legs with his own, but completely neglected her pussy to resume playing with her breasts. She could feel his warm breath by her ear, tickling her skin, with his fingers rolling her nipples between his fingertips, pinching them almost harshly, but mostly it felt good. So good, she started to squirm in his lap.

“I know what you’re doing, Ben,” she whispered, moving her hands from her thighs to rest above his hands.

“Getting you warmed up?” He asked, playing innocent. She took one of his hands and moved it down between her legs where it was before.

“Teasing me, you asshole,” she chuckled, tipping her head back on his shoulder to kiss his cheek. He laughed, humouring her by bringing his fingers down to her soppy cunt, gathering her arousal and unhurriedly brushing his fingers up and down her clit. She groaned in annoyance, her calves wrapping around his own. She moved a little, her torso twisting carefully to look him in the eyes. “I hate you,” she huffed, squirming in his lap and he tightened his grip around her so she wouldn’t fall out of his lap.

“Doesn’t feel like it,” he muttered, smirking at her. She chose to ignore him and snickered to herself, letting her eyes fall shut to enjoy the slow pace of his fingers keeping her on the edge. He purposely began to avoid her clit, feeling the new wave of wetness from her entrance, circling, teasing.

He cupped her pussy, slid two fingers into her soaked cunt and started to push them in and out of her. Languidly, he curled his fingers inside her, let his palm massage her clit so slowly the only thing that kept her on the edge was the fact that it was him touching her. Had it been anyone else, she would’ve been drier than sandpaper and she’d be sitting there in complete and utter boredom.

“Ben,” she panted, reaching out to grip the table in front of her. She slowly began fucking herself against his fingers, moaned his name softly, wondering in the back of her mind if Ben would even let her cum like this. It felt good, his fingers brushed against her g-spot in this position, and he started to grind his palm against her clit the faster she went.

He let her cum this time, her walls pulsed around his fingers, and her hips slowly came to a stop. She didn’t bother catching her breath when she moved off his lap and turned around to face him. She bit her lip, watched him sit back in the chair, a curious look on his face, waiting for her to do something if she had anything in mind.

She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, lifted his cum-soaked fingers up to his lips and he happily took them into his mouth. While he licked his fingers clean, she zipped his suit down, her lips immediately pressed against his exposed skin, marking his warm body, as her hands worshipped him. He gazed down at her, casually brushing her hair out of her face, his teeth digging into his plump lip.

He lifted his hips off the chair when she tugged his pants and boxers down his hips. Her eyes were on his for a few seconds, full of lust and excitement. He expected her mouth on his dick, but instead she stood up to sit in his lap and she leaned forward to kiss him breathless.

Her fingers slipped through his soft hair and she shimmied her hips forward impatiently, grinding her soaked pussy over his cock. He groaned against her mouth, kissed her back with equal force and passion. One of his hands tangled in her hair and the other grabbed her waist to pull her closer, stopping her from moving her hips against his just to lift her up.

Without breaking the kiss, he stood up from the chair, stopping when his thighs hit the wooden table. He sat her down on it, pulled away from her lips, breathless and hungry for her. He wrapped his hand around his cock and slid the soft weeping head through her folds teasingly. “You’re mine,” he murmured, just taking her in. Her eyebrows went up slightly at his words, but she didn’t mind the sentiment.

“Yours…” she mumbled in agreement, finding that she liked the way that sounded. Her fingers tightened in his long hair, just to hear him grunt. Her head tipped back and her lips parted when he focused his teasing on her clit. He latched his lips to her exposed throat, teeth grazing her skin, mouth sucking gently, his tongue soothing the marks he left behind.

“Gonna finish inside you again,” he murmured against her neck.

She chuckled, “why?” She spread her legs anyway, the throbbing of her clit becoming intense with each teasing stroke of his cock. He didn’t answer, he just lifted his face from her neck and smirked at her as he guided his cockhead to her entrance.

“Don’t you like it?” He asked with a grin, pushing in and almost pulling out of her all the way slowly. He stared into her eyes, biting his lip seductively.

“Your cum inside me?” She smirked, squirming a little before wrapping her legs around his slim waist. “Why do you like it?” He pulled his hips back and pushed back into her, he went slow, considered her words and debated on whether to tell her or not. But when she pulled his hair with one hand and grasped his chin with the other, roughly bringing him in for a kiss, he stopped thinking so much about what to answer.

“To have a fucking baby with you,” he grunted against her lips.

She pulled away from the kiss, completely breathless, and blinked up at him in surprise. He didn’t give her much time to let it sink in. He gently pushed her back on the table, and her hands released his face. He watched her lips part, ready to respond, but he grabbed her hips to stop her and thrusted into her harshly.

She dug her fingernails into his arm, gasping at the pace and the force of his thrusts that shook the table beneath her. She laughed breathlessly anyway, her walls clamped down on his cock as punishment, a long moan slipping past his lips at the feeling. Her legs remained wrapped around his hips and he smirked down at her still, seeing a defiant sparkle in her eyes that he couldn’t kill, no matter how many times he reprimanded her.

“Why me?” She raised a brow, licking her dry lips.

“I like you,” he shrugged, not wasting a single second to think.

She blushed, felt a little flattered for once as he fucked her. He treated it like it was nothing, but her silence showed him that it revealed a little too much, so he brought his thumb to her clit to take her attention away from his words.

He rolled his hips against hers, kept his thrusts sharp and deep, expertly brushing against her g-spot until she was arching her back off the table. Her legs squeezed his waist, a strangled moan tore from her throat, and her walls clamped down on him. He continued to rub her clit, drawing quick circles at first, her fingers tightening on his forearms as her walls pulsed.

The fire in his own stomach boiled over until he spilled inside her, cursing softly under his breath and muttering her name at the way her orgasm triggered his. Warmth spread through her walls, and he slowed both the thrust of his hips and the circles on her clit until her muscles relaxed on the table. He stood above her, let go of her hip to admire the way she shined so prettily after her orgasm.

“You think I’m annoying,” she murmured, trying to catch her breath. He chuckled, his eyes wrinkling at the corners in such a lovely way, he almost didn’t seem so intimidating and big anymore.

“Just be mine, angel,” he smiled down at her, his eyes glittering earnestly. It pulled at her heart, her stomach clenched, and he seemed so human.

“If that’s what you’re into…” she trailed off, trying to brush his words off, but inwardly, she was swooning. She pushed him away instead of being open and giving him the same vulnerability, hurt crossed over his face, but she was too busy avoiding his eyes to notice.

When he slipped out of her, he watched his cum start to ooze out of her, but this time, he was too caught up in his hurt to be aroused at the thought of getting her pregnant. She was behind her for the hand towel to clean herself up and he didn’t say anything, he just quietly lifted his pants and helped her down the table once she’d finished cleaning herself.

He took her face in his hands, in an attempt to make things less awkward, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips that was meant to be heated, but it ended up being a gentle one. A gentle kiss that she reciprocated for a heartbeat or two before she pulled away after regaining her wits to brush past him casually with the towel in one hand to wash it herself.

He blinked at the back of her head, a bunch of emotions bubbling up his chest, giving him whiplash and overwhelming him. He let his hands fall from where they were still holding the ghost of her face, a scowl replacing the peaceful expression that had been on his face.

“Forgot to tell ya,” she turned around to face him and he forced a smile. “They’re going after the TNT Twins in a few days, so.. be ready for that,” she informed him casually. “Herogasm,” she feigned enthusiasm, and turned away from him to go to her room upstairs.

“Fuck,” he groaned angrily, sliding a hand down his face.

He looked around the kitchen with irritation, found the drugs he kept hidden in the cabinet wall and took the best bottle of bourbon hidden in another cabinet. He opened the pill bottle, dumped a few on the table where he’d fucked her, and took his knife from the floor, using the eagle head to crush the pills to dust.

He kicked the chair forward with a foot to sit in it. Once he was lined up in front of the white power on the table, he leaned down and sniffed a long line of the crushed pills. He sighed in relief, cleaned his nose of traces of white powder before he opened the bourbon. He stared at it, swirled the golden liquid in the bottle as he thought about what he’d said to her. I like you? He scoffed with a shake of his head, be mine?

He felt more anger towards himself than he felt for her. Heat crawled up his face, shame and embarrassment made his hot cheek twitch and he downed about half the bottle for saying what he said. He replayed the look on her face, hated himself for feeling hurt by her indifference, but could he blame her?

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Two Hearts, One Home (2)

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summary: you and ben have to face the reality of what he heard

pairing: soldier boy x female supe!reader

rating: R for language, mature themes (?)

word count: 4.0k

warnings: pregnancy, language, vought torturing supe’s | mentions of/alludes to - sex, birth control, infertility issues, miscarriage, loss of a child, unable to breastfeed

timeline: set a few days after part one

author’s note: part two!! thank you for all the love on the first part and encouraging me to turn this into a mini-series 😚🫶

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You tossed and turned, wide awake and laying in an empty bed. You huffed and threw the covers to the side before leaving the master bedroom and going to look for Ben. You found him quickly; he was reading one of the books that had come in the mail, the lamp on behind him as he was laser-focused on the pages.

“Ben? Can you come to bed?” you asked quietly.

“Oh my god, you’re still awake?” he whisper-shouted. “Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine Ben, I just want to sleep next to you!”

“I’ll come to bed soon, okay? I just need to finish this chapter, it’s on nutrition so I think the more we know the better.”

“Ben,” you sighed as you walked over to him. “Can you read it in bed? Please?”

“But you can’t sleep if the bedroom light’s on,” he replied.

“I can’t sleep without you either, Ben, and I’d rather have the light on than an empty bed,” you said. “Please come sit in bed and read so I can be close to you?”

“You really can’t sleep without me?” He smiled widely. You rolled your eyes a little.

“I mean I could if I had to, but you’re right here and I want to be with you!”

“Okay,” he sighed.

As suspected, you fell asleep quite quickly when Ben was seated beside you. Something about his warm legs against your back really relaxed you.

When you woke up the next morning, the bed was empty again. You let out a slightly frustrated sigh.

“Please be in the kitchen,” you muttered to yourself, hoping Ben hadn’t secretly retreated to the living room to read all night once you fell asleep.

“Good morning my beautiful girlfriend!” Ben exclaimed when you walked into the kitchen.

“I look like shit right now,” you replied but couldn’t help the smile on your face. “What’s for breakfast? Is there pizza left from last night?” You opened the fridge but Ben stopped you from taking out the tupperware.

“I read that you should avoid eating leftovers,” he told you.

“What? That can’t be true?” you laughed a little.

“Sorry, hun.” He shrugged. “I made you scrambled eggs and toast, the book said those are good.”

“Thank you.” You smiled and put a hand on his cheek. He bent down and kissed you, wrapping a gentle arm around your waist. “I love you, Ben.”

“I love you,” he replied, also smiling. “Oh, Hughie got back to me. He said he could swing by on his lunch break later today,” he informed you as you both took your seats at the table. “He said there’s actually a whole chain of clinics across the country specifically for pregnant Supe’s and that it’s all very safe and kept confidential. So good news! You can see a gynecologist and not, you know… get kidnapped.”

“He’s positive it’s safe?” you asked, Ben nodded. “Let’s hope he’s right.”

“How’d you sleep last night? Did the light bother you?” Ben changed the subject, not wanting to focus on how scared he was for your safety.

“Well when I woke up the love of my life wasn’t beside me.” You sighed dramatically, making Ben smile. “But yeah, I slept well.”

“Sorry about last night, I should’ve just put the fuckin’ book down,” he laughed dryly.

“Don’t apologize.” You shook your head. “Ben, I am so grateful for you stepping up! I mean this whole pregnancy thing is kinda terrifying for me right now and you’ve been my fucking rock! Thank you for reading up on what I should be eating, honestly it slipped my mind.”

“Slipped your mind?” He furrowed his brows, you instantly knew what he was getting at.

“It’s not pregnancy brain fog,” you laughed a little. “It’s more like all I can think about is how fucking scary this really is! I mean, look what happened with Homelander!”

“Hey, let’s just,” he took your hand, “take a breath, we don’t have to think about that yet. Today we focus on getting you a doctor’s appointment.”

You nodded, silently thanking him.

“Hughie! Come on in!” Ben opened the door.

“Hey guys.” He smiled, walking in. “First off, oh my god!” He looked at you. “Congratulations! Like wow! This is incredible!” He hugged you, causing you to smile widely.

“Thank you, Hughie,” you said, hugging him back.

He congratulated Ben too before the three of you sat down at the kitchen table, now clean of breakfast evidence.

“So, like I told Ben on the phone,” Hughie spoke, looking at you as he opened the file folder he brought, “there’s something called ‘The Super-Abled Health Initiative’ which is basically just doctors for Supe’s. The closest gynecologist that takes part in this initiative is about a two hour drive.” He took out a pamphlet for the Initiative and another for the doctor’s office, sliding them across the table for you and Ben to take a look at. “Now, this specific office doesn’t only deal with Supe’s, however the doctor that takes Supe patients is a Supe herself. I figured you’d rather go to this one, but there’s another office that’s about a four hour drive that only takes Supe patients; however, they also have a strict no-Supe-doctors policy.”

“Yeah that definitely sounds sketchy,” you replied, referring to the second option. “So… how like… certain are you that this Initiative is safe?”

“One-hundred-percent.” He nodded, earning suspicious looks from both Supe’s sitting across from him. “It’s been going on for over five years and there isn’t any evidence of foul play.”

“Only five years?” Ben asked.

“It was created around the same time as Supe Affairs,” Hughie said. “Look, obviously this is a scary situation considering you’re both in the top ten most powerful Supe’s in Vought history and Soldier Boy is ridiculously famous, but this is also the safest option available.” Ben tensed up at the mention of his old name, you put a hand on his knee absent-mindedly to remind him he wasn’t that man anymore.

“So it’s all still pretty new?” Ben knitted his brows with concern. All he wanted was to keep you safe; if that meant possibly losing the baby he could live with that. He couldn’t live with losing you.

Hughie continued on and explained the Supe pregnancy statistics. How often the expectant mother died when she was a human carrying a Supe, how often the baby was a Supe, more and more reasons for you to freak the hell out about the whole thing.

“Yeah, I can’t do this.” You shook your head and stood up. Ben looked up at you with concern. He reached out to hold your hand, and you responded by putting said hand to his cheek. “Just- Just make the appointment or whatever for me, please. I’m gonna go lie down before I have a full-fledged panic attack over the fact I may be dooming all of humanity with Homelander Two: Possibly Worse Edition.”

You hurried out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, closing the door behind you. When you were out of Hughie’s earshot you let yourself cry, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry.” Hughie looked at Ben.

“No, it’s not you,” he replied, shaking his head. “So do we just call and make an appointment?”

Hughie looked a little confused by the question, then realized that Ben would’ve never had the need to make a doctor’s appointment in his entire life.

“I can call for you if you want,” Hughie offered.

“Thanks.”

After Hughie left, Ben went to go talk to you.

“Honey?” he said quietly, opening the door. “Hughie just left, he said to tell you ‘bye’.”

“Sorry for leaving you alone out there,” you mumbled. You looked up at him from where you laid on the bed.

“Don’t be, I handled it like a pro.” Ben grinned, taking a seat next to you. You smiled through the tears. You loved how he could make such an intense situation seem so lighthearted.

“Thank you,” you whispered. You reached out and took his hand in yours, pulling him down to lay next to you. He positioned himself on his side so he could face you, not letting go of your hand. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he said. “Hughie made the appointment for tomorrow at two, is that okay?” You nodded, still smiling. “When we go in, we’re only supposed to use our first names and since neither of us really have a last name, they’ll assign us a series of numbers when we get there. They do not want us to utter my Supe name because apparently I’ll draw too much attention.”

“Yeah you tend to draw a crowd, don’t you?” You smiled.

“There’s your baby,” Dr.Roberts told you, pointing at the screen.

“Is…Is that the heartbeat?” you asked, she nodded. “That’s what you heard that morning?” You looked at Ben, who was smiling and had tears brimming his eyes.

“Told ya,” he replied.

“Oh my god,” you giggled a little.

“Your baby looks healthy,” the doctor said.

“Boy or girl?” Ben asked.

“Don’t tell him!” you said quickly. “I- I think I want it to be a surprise.

“It’s actually too early to know the sex,” the doctor replied, smiling. “What matters right now is keeping the baby healthy. The best way to do that is take care of yourself, Y/n. I know you’re used to being invincible but right now your baby is not. You need to start thinking like a regular human.”

“Meaning, what?” you asked.

“Well, for one; daily vitamins. I can give you a list of ones that have worked for other Supe’s.”

After the ultrasound, Dr.Roberts answered all the questions you and Ben had, as well as explained some things about the way this specific office handled Supe pregnancy.

“The biggest thing to remember for when the baby comes - do not breastfeed! Many, many Supe’s have traces of V in what they give their baby which always ends up either killing the baby or strengthening any power they have. Most of the time it’s the former.” The smile plastered on your face fell into disappointment and you zoned out a bit. “You’ll both have to sign these papers,” Dr.Roberts handed them to Ben, “not right now, you can have some time to read over them or involve a lawyer if you want. It basically just says that you are both aware you have Compound V in your system, how that will affect your baby, that you are the father, and that Y/n is willingly having this baby.”

“Is this something all the parents sign?” Ben asked. “Seems a little extreme.”

“It’s just for Supe’s so that they can’t sue us if they’re baby does end up also being a Supe.”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense,” Ben muttered.

“Here’s that list of vitamins,” Dr.Roberts handed you the paper as you were pulled from your thoughts and back to reality. “As well as some foods to avoid and foods to eat more frequently. You may notice the food list is a bit different for us. It’s not an exact science, but the baby tends to be healthier when the mom eats these specific foods.”

“What are the chances this baby won’t be a Supe?” you asked as you looked away from the papers in front of you and at the doctor. She sighed, looking nervous. “Like, off the record, what’s your personal opinion?”

“Off the record? I’d say there’s no way this baby isn’t going to be a Supe. Probably the strongest one we’ve seen, considering their dad is Soldier Boy and their mother is… well, you know.”

Ben kept his eyes on the road as he reached his hand over to hold yours.

“All the scary stuff aside,” he started, “I’m so fucking excited about this baby… are you?”

You took a second to think before nodding, “Yeah, I am. And, all the scary stuff aside, there’s no one I would rather be having this baby with, Ben.” You kissed his hand. “I love you.”

“I love you so much,” he replied. “We need to stop at the store, don’t we?”

“Yeah we don’t have most of the stuff on this list,” you laughed a little. “I’m pushing the cart this time, though.”

“You’re hilarious.” He shook his head, letting out a fake laugh.

Ben’s head was resting on your lap as you played with his hair and focused on the movie you two were watching. (A horror movie, much to Ben’s dismay; he claimed it might scare the baby.)

“Do you wanna tell Butcher and the others?” Ben asked. “Cause Hughie already knows, so… should we tell everyone?”

“I think it’s still pretty early but I guess the more people who know the better. If Vought does find out, they’ll have a harder time covering it up if Billy Butcher knows about it,” you laughed a little.

“Yeah he wouldn’t let ‘em get away with hurting you.” Ben smiled up at you, turning away from the TV. “Ooh we need baby names too!”

“Have any in particular?”

“Jim?”

“A little plain I think, but I guess James then could be Jim for short.”

“Micheal? Or, if they’re a girl, Michelle?”

“Oh I like Michelle!” You smiled.

You two ended up calling Butcher that night and telling him the good news.

As the weeks went by and your belly slowly started growing, Ben talked more and more to the baby. You woke up one night to him mumbling to your stomach; his head resting on your chest (carefully, as not to hurt your boobs), his hand cradling your belly.

“God, I hope you have your mother’s eyes,” he whispered. “She always tells me how much she loves my eyes but believe me hers are so much more beautiful. So bright and full of love. I hope you have her laugh too!” He paused, running his hand over your skin. “I know you’re probably gonna be a Supe…but I’m praying to any god that’s up there you’re not. Life’s so messy when you’re a Supe, kid. So please, please don’t be one!”

You moved your hand into his hair and felt him tense up for a moment.

“Damn it I think I just woke your mom up, I’ll be quiet now,” Ben whispered.

“Mhm, keep talking,” you mumbled. “Love your voice.”

He sat up and kissed your cheek gently before laying back down.

“Go easy on your mom for me, okay?” he whispered, once again talking to the baby.

“Pamela?” Ben suggested.

“No!”

“Meredith?”

“What? No!”

“Phyllis!”

You were once again trying out different baby names, Ben with his head on your lap so “the baby can be part of the conversation”.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed. “Are you just naming characters from The Office!?”

“…No,” Ben mumbled before grinning.

“Ben! I need you to be serious here; this baby is gonna get bullied to death if we name them Phyllis.”

“Okay.” He rolled his eyes. “Amelia, Rachel, Amy, Katherine, Emily, it’s not that hard to name a baby girl! A boy is a different story. Most guy names suck ass.”

“Yeah, Ben is a terrible name,” you replied, he looked genuinely hurt for a moment. “Ben, I’m kidding!” you said quickly.

“I know, I was just scaring ya.” He smirked, you rolled your eyes.

“How about William?” you asked. You’d actually put a lot of thought into it, and if you were having a boy you really wanted to name them after the man who saved you and Ben.

“As in Butcher?” Ben laughed a little. “You wanna name our perfect little piece of heaven after Billy Butcher!?”

“Yeah…” you mumbled, a little disappointed he was so against it. “I mean Butcher is the reason we met in the first place, the reason we aren’t being disected like lab rats, and I know deep down he’s a good person. I think our baby would be proud to be named after him.”

“You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?”

“Yeah… for a couple months now.”

“Honey! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Cause I was afraid you’d react exactly how you just did,” you scoffed a little. “Can you sit up? I need to get a drink.”

He sat up off your lap and you got off the couch, heading to the kitchen.

“Damn it,” Ben mumbled to himself before following you. “I’m sorry for reacting like that, I was just surprised.”

“You weren’t surprised Ben, you looked disgusted at the idea of our baby being named after Billy,” you scoffed. “How about last names?” You changed the subject. “We need a last name too, our baby can’t just have one name.”

“I haven’t thought about the last name much, you?”

You paused and pretended to think. “Krasinski?”

“I second that! Boom, done; our last name’s Krasinski!” Ben smiled.

“I was kidding!” you giggled.

You and Ben were back at the store getting food and stocking up on baby supplies for when the little one arrived in a few weeks.

“Shit, we forgot to get milk,” Ben said after a while of being away from the dairy section. “I’m gonna go grab it; you stay here and pick the jello you like, okay?”

“Mkay,” you mumbled, concentrating on the array of colored gelatin cups in front of you. “Love you!” you called out when he was a few feet away. He turned back around to kiss you quickly before leaving to get the milk.

“He’s a keeper, huh?” Someone behind you said. You turned and were met with the woman Ben had mentally scared with his ‘super sperm’ theory.

“He really is,” you replied.

“And you really are pregnant! Congratulations, hun!” She smiled.

“Thank you,” you replied, also smiling. “I- I’m sorry for what he said all those months ago,” you laughed awkwardly. “He… doesn’t have much of a filter sometimes and I’m sorry we freaked you out.”

“Oh, no! I didn’t leave because of what he said.” She shook her head, still smiling. “When I got a good look at his face, I realized who he was and why he looked so familiar.”

You froze, eyes widening. “Oh god,” you whispered.

“Don’t worry I haven’t said anything to anyone I promise! Even though my book club would love to see him in person!” she let out a soft chuckle. “You know at first I couldn’t believe my eyes! I mean the Soldier Boy? In my neighborhood!? But, I’m glad you two are happy together. I think he deserves to live a quiet life after all the people he’s saved.”

“Hey sweetheart,” Ben came up behind you and pressed a kiss to your temple, “I got the milk then I realized we need orange juice too, so I got some of that.” He put them both in the cart then placed an open hand on the small of your back.

“Honey this is…” you trailed off, asking for the woman’s name.

“Melissa,” she replied, holding her hand out for Ben to shake. “Nice to meet you…”

“Ben, and nice to meet you too,” he shook her hand.

“She recognized you,” you whispered very quietly so only Ben could hear. You felt him tense up next to you as his eyes widened ever so slightly.

“Well, we’ve uh- we have somewhere to be,” Ben stuttered as his hand moved to your waist to guide you away from the woman. “Uh my parent’s house, actually. They’re both alive and well and in their early seventies.” He tripped over his words and he hurried you out of the aisle, leaving the cart behind and confusing Melissa.

Ben moved his arm to wrap around your shoulders and hold you tight against him.

“Ben-”

“Shh, she might be listening,” he whispered.

He led you out to the car and when you both got there he opened the door for you. He made sure you were safely seated inside with the door closed before walking over to the driver’s side and taking a seat.

“Ben?” you asked quietly, seeing the fear in his now teary eyes.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, hitting the steering wheel angrily. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry!”

“Ben-”

“A-Are you s-sure she recognized me?” he asked, looking at you.

You nodded. “She said she couldn’t believe Soldier Boy was in this neighborhood.”

“Shit!” Ben put his face in his hands, you put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Do you think she told anyone?” He turned his head and kissed your hand. “Fuck, Vought could already be on us!”

“Ben, I don’t think she meant anything by it,” you told him honestly. You moved your hand to the back of his head so you could run your fingers through his hair slowly. “She seemed in awe of you. She said she was happy you could live a quiet life after saving so many people.”

“You’re sure?” he asked, you nodded with a smile when he looked at you. “Fuck, I’m sorry for freaking out.”

“Don’t be.”

“It’s just- one wrong move, one wrong person recognizing either of us and that’s it! This whole life we’ve built together gets torn down, you get taken from me, I get put back under, and our child is doomed. We’re doomed. I’m so fuckin’ scared of losing you, Y/n.”

“I love you so much, Ben. And I know, this situation is fucking terrifying but don’t forget; you are the strongest man alive, Ben. We can get through this.”

“Should we go back inside? We really need that stuff, we’re dangerously low on food.”

You laughed a little. “I think we can, if you’re up for it.”

“Okay, let’s go back inside.”

“You’re sure?” you asked, not wanting him to feel pushed into going back in.

“Yeah, she’s probably harmless.”

“You two are officially Benjamin and Y/n Barnes,” Hughie said, handing you the legal documents he had forged. “Your baby now has a last name.”

“Thank you,” you replied. “Well, get on in here; there’s alcohol on the table for everyone but me, and Ben started a betting pool for guessing the sex of the baby.”

“Did he really?” Hughie laughed, closing the door behind him.

“Yep,” you laughed back.

The baby shower had been going well so far. Hughie was a little late because of him getting the documents, but he joined the others in the living room as you did the same. You sat down next to Ben and he kissed you.

“Shit, was I supposed to bring a gift?” Hughie asked, seeing the pile in the corner of the room.

“You did; the forged legal documents,” you replied.

“We also bought them a stroller,” Annie told him. “It’s the big box.”

“And we are very grateful!” Ben assured them. “For the papers and the stroller.”

A sharp pain in your stomach made your teeth clench and you sucked in a sudden breath.

“You okay?” Ben asked you quietly. You nodded and he put his arm around your shoulder.

“You two settled on a name yet?” Frenchie asked.

“Actually we’d like some help in that department,” Ben said. “We’re still not sure.”

“If they’re a girl; Annie. If they’re a boy… Anno,” Annie laughed a little.

“Annie is a nice name, but I don’t think Anno even qualifies as a suggestion,” you replied, giggling.

“Alright, new game; everyone writes down actual suggestions and if we pick your suggestion you get a fraction of the betting pool,” Ben said.

“That sounds rigged,” Butcher chuckled.

Another sharp pain made you reach and squeeze Ben’s knee.

“Shit something’s wrong,” Ben mumbled. “Honey?”

“No, no, I’m fine. I- I’m gonna go get some water,” you replied. Before you could stand up Ben told you he’d get it for you.

“Love you,” he whispered and kissed your forehead before he left.

He brought you back a glass of ice water and you thanked him. As you held the drink another sharp pain ripped through your stomach and you dropped the cup, the clear glass breaking as it hit the floor.

“B-Ben?” you gasped.

“Oh god.” His eyes widened as he saw the blood beginning to stain the couch.

Part 3

#mind empty’s two hearts one home #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy #the boys #soldier boy fanfiction #the boys fanfic #the boys tv #the boys fluff #by jean #by mind empty just fictional people

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breckstonevailskier · 6 months

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"Jumanji" speculation

This is the synopsis for the upcoming sixth episode of Gen V (source).

My guesses are that:

"Emma goes to find Sam" - Seems like she probably returns to Godolkin's campus since we last saw her in episode 5 with Sam at the drive-in, calling the others to warn them about Cate.

"Marie, Jordan and Andre are forced to see things from Cate's perspective." My guess is this will be a limelight episode for Cate with a fair number of extended flashbacks that illustrate just how Cate came into Shetty's control, and also probably give us more Golden Boy as well as tell us just how Brink fits into this all (and why exactly Golden Boy killed him). Since Cate clearly is wracked with guilt about wiping their minds, it would make sense that she'd want to divulge everything she can to regain their trust. There was a preview shot in episode 6 of Cate's eyes looking pretty bloodshot, suggesting she restored all of their memories, not just Andre's.

"Dr. Cardosa makes a breakthrough with a mysterious virus, and Shetty makes a terrifying request with dire consequences." We're definitely going to be seeing follow-up to the scene that Shetty had with Cardosa in the Woods corridor. Definitely seems like he wants Marie's blood to perfect his virus that can control Supes (which I personally think might also tie in with why Cate was under Shetty's control, given her particular powerset).

Edison Cardosa: [Sam] nearly killed my family, Indira! He's far more trouble than he's worth, and Golden Boy is dead anyway. The point is, I'm done with Sam. He's not my problem anymore. I'm tired of babysitting psychopaths. Indira Shetty: Babysitting psychopaths is literally your job. Edison Cardosa: Those kids found out about him! Indira Shetty: Those kids have been handled. They won't be a problem. Edison Cardosa: Come on. You know it's just a matter of time before they find out about everything else we're doing down here. I am this fսcking close to perfecting the virus, a viable way to control them for good. But if they discover that? I'm not paid nearly enough to die for this shit. Indira Shetty: So you want a raise? Edison Cardosa: No, that's not what I... Indira Shetty: So why don't you tell me what it is you do want? Because we both know you're not going anywhere. Cutting up Supes and seeing how they tick is a skill that won't quite shine on your LinkedIn profile. Edison Cardosa: I want the girl. Marie. Her abilities are the rarest I've ever seen. She doesn't understand how powerful she really is. She's the perfect subject, could speed up my timeline. Indira Shetty: She is special. But no. You're not the only one interested in Moreau. She has a benefactor, and because of that, she's strictly off-limits. For now.

This will probably include some explanation as to what Soldier Boy might be doing in this show. But then there's the question of who Marie's benefactor is. It's probably not Shetty herself because I don't see why Shetty would refer to herself in the third person, so it's probably someone else within Vought or associated with Vought. Could be Victoria Neuman (since we will see her in person in one of these episodes), but I like the theory that Marie's benefactor is Stan Edgar. As New Rockstars pointed out, he's got a history of taking interest in orphaned Supes from Red River who accidentally killed their own parents (can't be a coincidence that we actually saw Marie's picture briefly on the computer screen when Hughie was at Red River investigating Victoria's past and uncovered her connection to Edgar; Victoria's and Marie's parents also died in similar fashion); he'd want a new asset in the wake of Victoria's double cross, and seeing as Edgar was the one who signed off on Payback betraying Soldier Boy to replace him with Homelander back in 1985, it would make sense for him to have a contingency plan up his sleeve (and be secretly coordinating with Shetty and the many other insiders he probably still has within Vought).

#gen v #marie moreau #emma meyer #cate dunlap #andre anderson #jordan li #gen v spoilers #indira shetty #edison cardosa #soldier boy #stan edgar #victoria neuman #the boys #godolkin university #sam riordan

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fromforeigntofamiliarity · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request a Black Noir x reader where the reader is apart of The Seven and the two are dating? The reader has been secretly helping The Boys and giving them the information to take down Vought and Homelander, and when Noir is fight Starlight, the reader comes in to try to stop him and for Starlight to flee. But like, he finds out what the reader has been doing and feels betrayed but doesn’t tell anyone. Then they make up at some point? Maybe when Soilder Boy comes back? Hope that makes sense!

Warning: Violence

Requested: Yes

You don't know what is was or when it was. Your final straw. When you finally decided to cut the strings that Vought had been using to control you for three years.

Maybe it was Noir...Seeing his reaction after the news about Compound V came out and realizing that this wasn't just something that happened to you, not genetics, that someone injected babies without a care of who or what that child would grow up to be, of course not all Supes were psychotic maniacs, Nazis, rapists or just all around assholes but there were enough of them to outweigh any of the good that others were attempting to do.

After eavesdropping on Homelander telling Madilyn about 'The Boys' killing transparent, you realized that you didn't feel bad for him, you realized that it was about time that someone made him pay for all the shit that he had done. Did he deserve to die? Maybe not, but at least something was being done about it.

Surprisingly it wasn't hard to find the leader, Butcher. Unsurprisingly he attempted to kill you promptly after meeting, luckily he calmed down a bit after you handed him one of the files on a B-lister Supe that had more that a few cases of 'collateral damage'.

It was supposed to be a one time thing, that was until you got a call from Butcher weeks later 'asking' (demanding) more files on other supes, finding out he had received it from Hughie, who got it from Starlight. And it didn't stop there apparently considering you had just received a call from Frenchie, informing you that he and Kimiko were in desperate need of help.

Arriving in the Alley you see Noir walking menacingly towards Frenchie before he is slammed into the wall my Kimiko. Rushing over you pulled the super powered female behind you, pushing her towards Frenchie.

"Get out of here." You instructed.

"What about yo-."

"Now!" You snapped as you watched Noir pull himself from the ground before freezing up upon seeing you there. "Noir, I know your confused but, I can let you hurt them."

Shaking his head at you, Noir attempted to pass you to go after the couple. Stepping in his path you place you hand on his chest. Noir slapped you hand off of him before you raised you other one and pushed him back causing him to stumble backwards.

"Noir please listen to me, you know that I would never let anyone do anything that would ever hurt you bu-." You were cut off as Noir rushed at you out of instinct you swung only to have him grab your arm, twisting it behind your back before pushing you to the ground.

In terms of strength and durability you and Noir were pretty evenly matched though when you first joined Vought you depended mostly on you powers which is why Noir wanted to teach you hand to hand combat.

Stepping over you he once again tried to go after Frenchie and Kimiko, You rushed up grabbing his shoulder, turning him around and landed a punch on his face.

Swinging again he dodges before pushing you back, going at him again he dodges all of your attacks pushing you once again.

"Come on fight me, you think I betrayed you then fight me." You said approaching him again, as you get into arms reach Noir wrapped his hand around your neck pushing you against the wall. You felt your powers attempting to push forward to protect you, you pushed it back down. You would never use your powers against Noir.

"Because you know that I'm right, Vought needs to pay for all the shit that they have caused. They did this to us not for us. Homelander, The Deep, all those other fuckers that they need to be stopped, just like Soldier Boy needed to be stopped." You struggle out as his hand tightens at the mention of his ex-leader. "Noir please." You groaned out as you felt your powers once again reaching out. Suddenly he pulls his hand from your neck backing away as you slid to the ground.

Looking down at you for a while you both knew it was too late for him to try to find Kimiko and Frenchie but her could definitely find them if he tried, though part of him didn't want to go after them.

You didn't know what would happen next, you were unsure is Noir ever wanted to see you again or if he would tell anyone more specifically Homelander what you had been doing. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you walked into 'The Seven' meeting room taking your usual seat next you Noir.

"Lately some of you have been a little out of sorts," Homelander starts "Erratic, unreliable, down right sloppy. Not you Noir and Y/N you guys are doing great, though...Y/N I haven't seen you much not that that's a bad thing."

"And usually I really wouldn't give a fuck but given recent events you will all be needing to tighten the fuck up." He stated clapping his hands together. "Now being the generous and considerate leader I will now give you the chance to come clean on any of your less than publicly acceptable behavior before to see it on the six o'clock news, so..." Looking around the table at the five of you.

You kept you eyes locked with the table in front of you only occasionally glancing at Noir only to see his eyes glued to the side of your face.

"No? Okay meeting over." The blonde male smiled. "You can all get the fuck out."

No one wastes time vacating the room each going there separate ways as you followed closely behind Noir, once you far enough away from the meeting room(Homelander) you reached you hand to grab his shoulder causing him to halt in his step and turn to face you.

"So is this how it's going to be?" You asked. "I know your upset with way I did and I'm sorry about the fight but that's the only part I'm sorry for, they hurt people hell killed people and it wasn't right that they got away with it." You explained yourself only for him to continue staring at you.

"Fine, then I'll go tell Homelander what I've been doing." You said turning and walking back to the meeting room only for Noir to reach out and grab your arm. "What that's what you want isn't it, you think what I'm doing is wrong but I don't and I'm not gonna sit around waiting to see if you sell me out to Homelander. If I have to die for what's right I will."

Reaching behind him Noir pulls a notebook fro m his pocket, write something and hands it to you.

"Danger."

"Yeah, I know." You sighed. "But its even more dangerous for the humans going against people they could never hope to beat, I can't stop now."

"I can't lose you."

Placing you hand on his arm you attempt to comfort him, after a few moments pulling him into your arms resting your head on his chest.

"Your not gonna lose me Noir," You assured. "but these past few days have felt like I've already lost you and I just...I want it to be us against the world again, please."

Slowly you feel his arms circle around you closer to him. You both just stood there in each others arms.

"Okay, I love you both, but maybe take it to the room you guys." You hear Homelander's voice as he walks past the two of you, his cape drifting behind him.

#the boys #black noir x reader #masterlist #frenchie #kimiko #homelander #black noir #the boys imagine #x reader requests

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awkwardcourage · 4 months

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@timerevolt

Despite everything, there was still a part of Hughie that was still in awe of supes. Their powers fascinated him. He still secretly enjoyed scrolling through subreddits on supes, looking at all the new and exciting powers that seemed to be cropping up. Even if they were similar, no two were ever the same.

Lucy Warren was something of a legend. Time powers were exceedingly rare and the use of hers made her incredible difficult to overpower in a fight. What truly amazed Hughie was that she could, theoretically, actually travel through time, but it turned out it wasn’t as easy teleportation.

Hughie was following a lead on Lucy, one that he wasn’t expecting much to come out of. Or had been a fruitless few days in a shitty little town and while he wasn’t usually one to drink his emotions, he found himself hungering for something to take the edge off.

What he didn’t realise was that the very person who he was looking for was behind the bar.

Hughie sat down with a sigh, leaning over to try and get the bartender’s attention. “Hey. Uh, could I have a beer please?”

#timerevolt #i don't want to go to a second location with you | threads #you're only human | main verse #lemme know if anything needs changing :3 #sorry it took so long!

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walkwithheroes84 · 2 years

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I read the Vanity Fair review of the first three episodes of The Boys. Here are the highlights. Warning: SPOILERS follow.

Edit: Apparently this may have been a vague review for the season as a whole, as we didn’t see all of this develop in episodes 1-3.

SPOILERS!!!

- The season starts a year after the events of season two.

- Homelander has made the talk show rounds with his speech of not knowing who Stormfront was, taking time off to discover himself, etc.

- Vought has also done some damage control by rewriting and refilming Rise of the Seven to show that Homelander had no idea that Stormfront was a N’zi.

- Stormfront still has fans, Stormchasers, who hold violent rallies. They are becoming a force in the upcoming elections.

- The season will be looking at the way corporate media deploys Bipoc and other grounds by making some figureheads. And the way they can ‘support’ diversity without actually listening to those who raise concern or do anything regarding that concern.

- Kimiko & Frenchie (who the article calls her love interest - take from that what you will) work off the books for Mallory. Kimiko spends a lot time saving Frenchie, whose past comes back to haunt him. (The reviewer stated they found this plotline slow and wished more time had been spent on other things.)

-MM has retired, but he’s secretly researching supes. He and his wife are no longer together.

-Hughie works for the Federal Bureau of Superhero Affairs under Victoria Neuman, who got to where she in part by killing some of her opponents.

- Annie and Hughie are still together. She’s working inside Vought as a double agent for Hughie and the FBoS.

#the boys #the boys tv #the boys amazon #hughie campbell #marvin milk #mm #frenchie #kimiko miyashiro #billy butcher #annie january #hughie x annie #frenchie x kimiko

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then-be-a-warrior · 2 years

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I just had the best dream about this show and I'm so fucking Pissed it's not real. Please just read this if you have the time:

Some stuff might not make sense but I clarify some things at the end.

In this dream, you can willingly give someone else your powers through physical contact. It has to be intentional.

Hughie was about to get hit by a truck so A-train pushed him out of the way and, in that split second, decided to give Hughie his powers (thinking he deserved them more) (this is after A-train's fallout with his brother). So now Hughie has super speed and A-train is just a human.

Ashley saw this happen and went to tell Homelander. Ashley, not understanding the situation, thought that A-train died during this process so that's what she tells Homelander.

Homelander is actually upset that A-train is dead (kind of like him with Black Noir. He secretly cared for all supes in my dream). So he goes after Hughie.

Eventually, he does find Hughie in a large shopping mall (like an abandoned Walmart) and he's with A-train and Butcher. Homelander is ready to attack Hughie but Butcher gets in his path. So we have a standoff:

Butcher is blocking Homelander from attacking Hughie and A-train is blocking Butcher from attacking Homelander. A-train knows Homelander won't attack him because he was once a supe and still cares about him to some degree.

With Hughie in the back and feeling helpless, he teleports behind A-Train to face off with Homelander (in my dream he kept switching from teleportation to super speed).

Now that he knows A-train isn't dead, Homelander can fully grasp the fact that Hughie is a supe now, and so he doesn't attack him. As I said, he has this irrational, conditional appreciation for all supes in my dream.

So we have Homelander, A-Train, and the rest of The Boys (Annie included) in this mall when, all of a sudden, Vought soldiers come out of nowhere.

Everyone starts fighting until that black substance starts coming out of Hughie's nose (like Butcher in the season 3 finale). Homelander sees Hughie fall and yells at Butcher that he needs Compound V (real compound V) to stay alive. Butcher, already getting the blue vial before Homelander even said anything, injects it into Hughie.

Hughie now has permanent super speed and teleportation powers and, I kid you not, the dream ended with Hughie walking back into the fight in slow motion with this look in his eye that says giving him that Compound V was a mistake.

The End

For clarification:

While Homelander cares for supes in my dream, he still won't hesitate to kill one if they step out of line. He still wants his perfect supe army to be perfect. He only 'cares' for Hughie because he's a supe now which is why he wants him to take the real Compound V; so he can live and have another supe ally.

Homelander and Butcher working together to save Hughie was kinda like how they worked together for Ryan in the season 3 finale.

Giving Hughie Compound V so he permanently has two powers jump-started his corruption arc so fucking fast-

I'm fully aware that none of this will ever happen and I will be forever pissed off.

#the boys #the boys amazon #Hughie campbell #jack quaid #Homelander #antony starr #billy butcher #butcher #karl urban #a-train #jesse usher #erin moriarty #starlight #annie january #the boys ashley #eric kripke #the boys season 3 #the boys season 4

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The Boys last season ideas

I thought I posted this already on here? Oh well, here is a post about "The Boys" I made a few months ago. Long post warning is in effect.

Last year I got into the Amazon show “The Boys” a VERY M rated show based on the VERY M rated comic book about a world where most superheroes (called Supes) are selfish assholes, with Homelander (AKA Evil Superman) being the worst of them all. Supes also act as mascots for the evil Vought International company that has secretly MADE all the heroes by using a drug called Compound V to give people powers. Though the public has no idea to how corrupted the heroes and the company are, a vigilante group called “The Boys” make it their goal to bring them down. The team consist of Billy Butcher who hates all Supes especially Homelander, M.M., Frenchie, Hughie, and even some good Supes like Kimiko and Vought Supe employee Starlight, and though they are the protagonist of the show they can be just as dirty as the people they want to take down.

Though very late I wanted to post some ideas for what I hope could happen in the upcoming last season, regardless of what has already been confirmed. Beware of major spoilers for the series and some M rated content I'll bring up. I’m also not going to explain every detail about the show unless it’s important to my ideas. I’m also going be all over the place when it comes to idea, since there are a lot of connections here so sorry about that in advance.

Last season ended with “The Boys” aiming their sights on Victoria Neuman, a lady who pretended to be their ally but was in reality the secret daughter of former Vought International CEO Stan Edgar, and who is now running for vice president of the United States. This will be hard since she is also secretly a Supe that has the power to blow up organic matter (usually heads), and it doesn't help that Billy Butcher only has a little over a year to live so they got to be quick, but I have an interesting idea for what they could do to go after her.

Personally I loved how season 3 had "The Boys" trying to find ways to fight the Supes on equal grounds whether it be temporarily giving themselves superpowers or having Soldier Boy (another former ally) use his Compound V destroying power, and I want this to continue in the upcoming season somehow. Last season gave The Boys several scenes when they got access to Compound V and worked in one of Vought's lab so one idea I like is that they try and find another way to destroy the compound on their own, but since they don’t have access to the whole formula or its creation process, this leads them to trying and find Stan Edgar. Another idea I’d be okay with is that while trying to find dirt on Victoria at her office, they find a lead to a file that Edgar has that is all about the Supes, leading them to looking for him.

While searching for Edgar I can see several storylines happening like Billy going all out while still using his time to make amends with people such as trying to reach out to his dead wife’ son Ryan (the son of Homelander) and making him remember his good side, the team finally killing Nina (Frenchie’s evil ex-employer) and gaining some new allies like A-Train (who last season started going through a redemption arc) and maybe Black Noir. TLDR, Black Noir was "killed" last season and there is a confirmed Noir 2 appearing in the last season but I like this prediction I saw some time ago saying the OG Noir would come back as a RoboCop like cyborg and Noir 2 SHOULD be that, heck make him the DC equivalent of Cyborg. It would be cool to see Noir regain his humanity and FINALLY seek revenge on Vought for all that the company has done to him, even when he was loyal to a T. We could get a proper Homelander vs. Noir fight too!

Maybe there is one storyline where M.M. meets up with his ex-wife who is scared of her new husband Todd as he (as shown in last season) has become one of Homelander’s biggest MAGA like followers, which the writers say was intentional. Though he wants to be with her again after discovering Todd gets info from Homelander personally, M.M. tells her to be strong but sadly uses this to bug Todd so The Boys can get info about Homeland's plans. Yeah stuff like that happens a lot in "The Boys" for those that don’t know however since it’s the last season, maybe Monique finds out but understands what he does is important and tries to help him? I mean what are they going to do if this results in lowers ratings, cancel the show XD. After finally finding Edgar (who maybe wanted The Boys to find him or is grateful as they get him out of a situation) they get a lot of info whether it be how to destroy the Compound V in Supes or Batman like files on all the Supes containing their weaknesses and past misdeeds that Vought has covered over the decades, which The Boys use it to their advantage this season.

Meanwhile we get stories based around Victoria and Homelander going after each other as the other keeps ruining their goals and dreams, plus it doesn’t help that later in this season Homelander learns Victoria was the one that was ordered killed his evil ex-girlfriend, as her death was a bit too coincidental in my opinion. Victoria is using her status as the new vice president to help pass laws that suppress Supes and what they can do as well as laws on business and corporations that benefit Vought, all to make her dad happy but nothing seems to work as Edgar keeps getting disappointed in her and it doesn’t help that The Boys, Homelander, and her actions from last season are the reasons for this. I could see this eventually leading to her coming up with her own plans that would either sting her adopted father a bit OR ruin him and Vought. Heck maybe she kills Edgar so she can do her own thing but again, more on that later. I also could see a subplot where a member of the president’s circle expect Victoria of having superpowers and works with The Boys to expose this, which plays off later.

Homelander on the other hand is living it up as since people accepted his real, evil self last season, he is no longer holding back and is just causing chaos wherever he goes and doesn’t care about the consequences. This in turn is ruining Vought’s image as the other Supes get less popular and since they have to focus more on trying to cover up Homelander’s misdeeds, this has made it impossible for the company to cover other Supes misdeeds and thus Vought and its people suffer consequences while Homelander doesn’t care even though he is the CEO. This could be another reason why A-Train helps The Boys along with making others like the true CEO Ashley and the superhero The Deep slowly fight back against Homelander. Eventually the big jerk gets his just desserts as while his status with the public is good, his relationship with his son Ryan gets worse especially as Ryan starts acting against Homelander by acting like he does. This hurts Homelander as not only does he realize being a parent means actually doing some responsible parenting, but it hurts his ego since he is use to people doing what says. I also could picture a scene where he sees the irony on how this is how he usually treats everyone but of course he doesn’t care and just acts as a bad father to Ryan, who in turn starts to miss Billy even though Ryan left him last season.

Things finally start coming together when after The Boys do something to expose how Supes are useless in an actual dangerous situation, as Victoria has had enough of the Supes society (to a point she starts to hate herself a bit) and plans to put Supes in their place. After bringing up how all the tragedy that has happened over the past few years is because of the lack of discipline and regulations towards Supes, she proposes a bill that parodies of the Marvel Comic’s Civil War Registration Act where all people with superpowers need to be registered on a public, easy to access database and those that wish to use their powers to aid the community or for a job (such as a company mascot) they need to go through proper military training and various test to get a hero license that allows them to do so. Those that don’t will be considered as a criminal/terrorist and will be dealt with, and a hero could lose their license if they are unstable in some way such as what Homelander is doing. She also throws in a thing about companies that use Supes for profit will have to pay higher taxes just to piss off Vought/her dad. While The Boys still don’t trust her, they try and get this bill passed if it means hurting Supes and aid her by doing more to expose the superhero community. Homelander is angered by this bill and tries to stop it, taking his anger out on Ryan while doing so. At some point during a televised meeting with Victoria and Homelander, Ryan takes his anger it out on Victoria’s daughter (who was given Compound V last season) and they have a fight which is seen by everyone, if such a thing is legal to have on a show.

If it is, I see the fight having Ryan causing a lot of property damage and hurting/killing innocent people while Victoria’s daughter makes him look weak due to her powers (which could be something similar to her mother’s like giving people vertigo) that gives the already under practiced Ryan a hard time. This incident makes more people see that Victoria’s bill is needed to prevent more chaos (Victoria also covers her tracks saying she never knew her daughter had superpowers and uses fear mongering to say that anyone could be one) and the bill gets closer to becoming a law. Of course Homelander is mad about this, but he’s even more angered that his own son made him look bad and slaps Ryan. This FINALLY makes Ryan realized that though Billy wasn’t perfect, he is leagues better then Homelander and runs back to Billy, which makes Billy happy. Ryan running away was the last straw for Homelander and we finally get to the finale where like in the comics, he declares that Supes like him and his followers should rule the country and the world and leads a Supes insurrection on Washington, DC. Before anyone ask, this is something that actually happened in the official comic series and could happen given all the MAGA symbolism from last season.

We finally get a lot of action as we see the heroes, villains, and those in between (whether Supes or regular people) fight each other and we get scenes like

Homelander killing Todd and several other of his non-Supe followers when the latter tells him bad news, and showing Todd regrets his life choices and that M.M. was right.

Mallory revealing her secret weapon, which is revealed to be a brainwashed Soldier Boy who uses his powers to fight Homelander’s Supe allies.

Noir’s cybernetics/armor protects him from Victoria’s powers, allowing him to harm her where maybe she gives some touching words before Homelander kills her.

Its eventually Homelander vs. The Boys and their allies and eventually Billy does something that knocks out Homelander a bit before he collapses from exhaustion. When Homelander gets up, Soldier Boy appears showing he got over his brainwashing but after seeing all that Homelander has done (and because he doesn’t want to go back to sleep) he finally does something heroic and sacrifices himself to kill Homelander. The death of Homelander stops the insurrection and all the bad guys and Supes are taken into custody while The Boys and Ryan say their goodbyes to a dying Billy who dies happy.

We get an epilogue to a decade later where we see what has happened since then, such as how Victoria’s bill has become a law and Supes now have to follow unique rules in order to actually be Supes. Vought was acquired by the U.S. government but I can see Edgar (if he is still alive at the end) being secretly hired to run to produce anti Supe tech, making him happy as he got what he was aiming for in season 3. I could see Ashley getting a pardon and now does something crazy like manage actual celebrities or plan jerk celebrity weddings, which to her is leagues better then managing Supes. Vought or whatever it is called now also produces an antidote for Compound V so those that get superpowers can get rid of them whether they like it, or not in the case of illegal Supes. We can see M.M. get back with his ex and couples like Frenchie X Kimiko and Hugie X Starlight have started families of their own and though they are no longer part of The Boys, they do their part on handling Supes that get out of line like Hughie works as someone who give Supes test where he can proper give or deny them a hero license.

Sadly Homelander has since become a "religious" figure in the country, as a cult worships him for his ideas and wait for his missing son Ryan to bring in a new age for the world. Unknown to them Ryan isn’t missing but has changed his name to Ben Butcher and dyes his hair black, to be more like his "real father" Billy and paying a bit of respect for Billy and Billy’s deceased younger brother Lenny. He runs the latest generation of The Boys who deal with illegal superheroes that are out there, maybe there is a joke/reference about the movie "Project Power" which is about a drug giving people temporary superpowers (unless you count temp V as a reference to said show). We also see that though with all this power, he restrains himself from using them (especially his heat vision) and actually does care about protecting others, becoming a real hero like Billy and his mother always wanted.

The ending might be a bit too happy for a series like this, but hey it's better then how the comic ended its story. What do you think about my ideas for the last season of The Boys? What do you hope will happen in it?

#the boys #amazon prime #homelander #billy butcher

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The Boys #2 notes, pages 10-11, 15-17, 22-23

Okay, so, the main Butcher and Wee Hughie dialog following the godawful rape joke has the two go on a stroll through the park, (cute?) Terror at their heels, while Butcher gives his recruitment spiel. Butcher first acknowledges Wee Hughie's emotional pain in the loss of his girlfriend, calling it "diabolical". Interestingly, the show portrays Butcher's use of that word (almost?) solely in a hyperbolic meaning of "really cool", but this usage seems fairly literal, that a Supe killing an innocent human woman and getting away with it is literally an act associated with the devil; it's evil. Butcher explains that he used to run a team to keep Supes in check so they wouldn't do things like that--or that Butcher's team would seek vengeance afterward--and says that he's been reassembling this team. All the interspersed segments of him recruiting Frenchy, the FFFemale, and Mother's Milk are flashbacks of him doing so the previous weekend.

There's an interesting distancing between the two men and America. They're both European, and they don't like America and its government even though the Boys are funded by the CIA. Wee Hughie calls Americans "cunts," and Butcher agrees. There's an extent to which American patriots are willing to accept anti-American humor, and I imagine the general toxic masculine atmosphere and likable American side characters being enough to secure the comic series' target demographic. With that in position, the anti-American humor does allow for a critical look at the American culture and authority structure that nationalistic propaganda was aggrandizing at the time in 2006.

Wee Hughie asserts a belief in wild conspiracy theories about what the powers that be are really up to: It's aliens. Aliens are behind everything; the government is covering up aliens, and all the weird little things unfair about the world or that make him nervous can be attributed to aliens.

Butcher shuts this down. It's not aliens; it's the Supes. It's capitalism run by and for Supes.

I think this is an extremely flawed attempt to shut down antisemitic conspiracy theories and put forward a simplistic leftist message. There's no Elders of Zion secretly operating from the shadows and all that's wrong with the world can be attributed to capitalism functioning as normal. Given that everything else in the comic looks like Nazi propaganda, though, I'm going to say you need to be explicit and not play games with metaphor. Have Wee Hughie say he wastes time on chans, reads Nazi propaganda, now thinks the Jews are behind everything, and have Butcher shut this down and say there's no Jewish conspiracy, just capitalism working normally and corrupting people the way it's been doing since its inception. Without being explicit, it opens the door for edgelord readers to view the comics as dog-whistling Nazi propaganda. Sure, it's not aliens; it's the diabolical capitalistic upper class (wink, wink).

Also, this means that prior to The Boys #2, page 16, Wee Hughie was a metaphorical neo-Nazi. And it's portrayed as silly and harmless, with Wee Hughie as a deeply sympathetic figure. Basically, even with the charitable reading of the alien stuff as a way for the comic to oppose Nazism, it's still not very good at opposing Nazism.

Butcher redirects Wee Hughie's energies to anger at the Supes, who Butcher wants to "stamp on" and "stop 'em fuckin' things up for everyone." Supes are singled out as a group of people representing the oppressive system, who are okay to fight, maim, and kill, because they are fundamentally bad guys. It still plays in the same sandbox as antisemitic propaganda. The scene actually reminds me of Christian Picciolini's description of being recruited by a neo-Nazi skinhead gang (see his TED Talk).

The TV show does it better by portraying everyone with realistic human nuance, dropping the alien thing, and making it clear that Vought and Supes represent specific ideas of capitalism, police, and fascism. Also, by virtue of it being an audiovisual medium, they play a clip of A-Train laughing off his accidental killing of Robin instead of Wee Hughie just taking Butcher at his word that he bugged the Seven's HQ and has tapes of A-Train doing so. It's good storytelling and uses good writing and portrayal of the different characters to make it read less like a retelling of the Turner Diaries and more as an antifascist revolution text.

After walking into the dark of night, Butcher stops on a bridge in an overt metaphor for transition and gives Wee Hughie a gift of several thousand dollars before inviting him to New York to join the Boys. He does so in the next issue, which has, of course, another big rape scene. *sigh*

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I was really struck by the beginning of 3x05, because it’s gotta be emotionally f’ing complicated to learn the dude who killed your family was secretly alive and getting tortured for 40 years, so I wrote up a brief fic about it. MM character study, about 1.2k.

It started with him, Butcher and the kid. There was an awful nostalgia to it, grainy VHS tapes with video distortion, ‘cept it was nothing like the movies he’d picked up from Hollywood Video on Friday nights. Godzilla didn’t have shit on this monster. Hughie was still jittery, wired up from the god damn temp V and leg bouncing like it wanted to dance right off, but he stayed with them as the video rolled. It was only when the Russians forced the bastard to swallow some kind of acid and he spat it back up, hit one of the scientists right on the cheek and his face starting melting, that Hughie muttered a Shit, sorry, I need to, and then ran off to hurl. God willing he’d make it to the sink. Ain’t got the stomach for it, Butcher said. It should’ve been reassuring, their canary knowing when it was time to quit. Except their canary had also decided to shoot up V.

Halothane gas, he and Butcher figured eventually, must’ve been what the Russians used to knock him out. Inhaleable, cheap, readily available in the 80’s. No way something injectable would work, not when knives and blades and bullets didn’t leave a scratch. They hurt, if the screams were anything to go by, but not even a fucking power saw was strong enough to leave an actual mark. Machine guns didn’t do shit either, even when they jammed the muzzle right down his throat.

Once they’d cycled through the video they’d managed to grab, confirmed three gas knock outs, Butcher got up. Went to check on Hughie, then Kimiko. She was laid up on a disgusting old couch with Frenchie praying over her. They’d gotten her stable but only just. He should get up too. Frenchie could use the help and Butcher — and Hughie, the idiot — could use a god damn talking to, using temp V like that. It obviously hadn’t been the first time, not with how Butcher had walked utterly calm into that hail of bullets, known exactly how to shoot his freaky laser eyes. Who’d given him this shit? How long had he been using, and who else had he killed? Gunpowder, definitely. And he’d kill again, MM would bet on that.

With Butcher’s attitude at an all time high, Hughie out of commission with his hangover, now was the time for him to turn off the TV, get up out of his chair and get organized for the flight home. Figure out the best way to transport Kimiko, the closest hospital they could take her to when they got back, how to get her treatment without giving themselves away. It wasn’t helping anyone, him sitting here watching the Russians torture a supe.

Except it wasn’t just a supe; it was Soldier Boy.

The footage started in ’86, two years after they’d grabbed him. It went through ’87, ’88, ’90, ’91, ’92, ’93, ’94, ’95, and ’96, and that absent year was like the awkward drop of missing a stair on the way down. The Russians might’ve documented their so called research but their methodology was shit. Nothing was consistent. Sometimes a clip started with talking, probably an explanation of whatever horrific thing they were trying next, and sometimes it jumped right to a scientist with a blow torch and Soldier Boy screaming. Occasionally he got a word in, Commie cocksucking bastards or Gonna kill you all when they find me, but talked less as the years went on. They’d learned how to keep him dosed up and compliant, or the reality of it had gotten under his skin like weapons couldn’t. Nobody was coming for him. Not his team, not Vought, not anyone.

When Janine had been 5 and a half and asked him about Hell for the first time, serious scared the way only a kid could be, he’d talked about a cold dark place separate from God’s love. That night, she’d woken up crying from a nightmare, something about being lost in the woods and not being able to find anyone, not even him or Momma, as sharp yellow eyes had followed her every step. He and Monique had comforted her until she’d calmed down, promised her they’d never leave, and in the morning she hadn’t remembered the dream at all.

It’d only taken him four years to break that promise. God might forgive him, but forgiving himself was a different thing.

With all his praying, Frenchie clearly believed in something, but MM wasn’t sure it was actually God. Hughie tolerated the occasional God talk in the way of an atheist who was too nice to outright say he thought it was all bullshit. Butcher wasn’t one for politeness. Went on and on about how much of cunt the guy upstairs must be, to see everything happened down here and not lift a finger to help. As if the problem of evil was something he’d discovered and not a debate that’d been going on for centuries. As if MM hadn’t thought about it too, had prayed harder than he’d ever prayed before or since, in that long humid summer after the accident. All he’d gotten back was silence, the days tipping on like his life hadn’t been utterly shattered, and then there’d been the click click clack of his dad’s hands at the typewriter.

So he didn’t believe in the whole fire and brimstone thing, strictly speaking. But sometimes it helped to imagine God’s absence as something a little more concrete. An afterword where all the powers and money and lawyers in the world wouldn’t make any damn difference. A place where all those Vought bastards would be forced to pay for what they’d done, and pay in blood.

They started the radiation experiments early; they appeared in ’86, ’88, ’90, ’93 and ’95. Even if Soldier Boy had lived through it, it hadn’t been pretty. No wonder it’d been this that had warped his powers into something even worse. Dressed in lead-lined coats, careful to make sure they wouldn’t get poisoned, the scientists had strapped radioactive bars to his chest, left containers of waste around the room, let him writhe and yell and eventually beg for hours. Should’ve killed him a hundred times over, melted his skin or boiled his eyes or make him puke his guts up, literally, but the son of a bitch just kept breathing.

If MM was being honest with himself, there was a cold dark place at the bottom of his heart that was filled with satisfaction through it all.

His dad would say—

This video was just another item to add to the list of Vought’s sins, abandoning a man to be tortured and experimented on for decades instead of having him face real justice. The Russians weren’t God. And neither were the supes, no matter how powerful they got from the V pumping through their veins.

It’d be so much easier if he could just think like Butcher. Not caring if other people got hurt on his quest for revenge, gleefully damning himself if it’d give him the power to take down a supe with him. Anything was worth destroying Homelander. But MM had to draw his line. He had to believe in something more than power. That there’d been a reason his savior had been born a helpless baby in a dirty manger.

He had to draw a line, and yet he still couldn’t stop watching, even as the video looped back to ’86 for a third time.

#fic #spoilers #the boy season 3 #marvin #soldier boy #i know nothing abt comics canon so had to partially headcanon things based on what we have vs haven't learned in the show

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The Boys Season 3 Episode 1

Warning: Major Spoilers

Starlight and Hughie are adorkable. Interesting how Hughie is ok with Starlight being the strong one in the relationship but he’s insecure about her past relationships.

“He’s trying to get into my ass!” Kamiko is like wtf I’m the only one allowed in your ass and tries to fish him out. lmao

Never thought Ryan and Butcher would have a father-son type relationship.

Does Victoria Neuman have a crush of Hughie or is she just manipulating him? Always stealing his food.

I think Kimiko secretly wants to be a pop star.

Homelander is gonna lose it. I thought he was gonna tear Starlight’s head off when she got offered being co-captain of The Seven.

To be honest I think Homelander was being a dick to A-Train because he felt very down and had to put someone else down.

Didn’t think we were gonna see the Nazi b*tch so soon and WTF we still have to see them have sex? Homelander isn’t racist because he thinks he’s the master race? lmao

Butcher thinks the weapon that killed Soldier Boy will kill Homelander. We both know that’s most likely not true but can’t wait to find out.

I’m surprised Homelander still wants Ryan. I swear Homelander respects Butcher too much for standing up to him because he hasn’t killed him.

MM and Monique broke up? That’s sad. Is he secretly working with Butcher or is he just ahead of everyone else?

Red River seems interesting. I have a feeling it was a school or something for young supes and something bad happened to them. Poor Hughie. He looked really scared and worried about getting pulled back into this crap. lol

#the boys #homelander #kimiko #billy butcher #Frenchie #Mother's milk

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I DIDN'T SEE YOUE REBLOG UNTIL NOW ASKSLSLSL HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW EP????

THE MOMENT IT CAME OUT MY FRIEND!!!

WEAPONIZED SUPE DILDOS… SUPE HAMSTERS!!! There are our weekly episode gimmicks hahahah I love them!!!

KIMIKO PLEASE DON’T DIE ON US!!! I doubt they’ll kill her off but tbh I can’t trust scriptwriters anymore ESPECIALLY IN A SHOW WITH SUCH TWISTS!!

ALSO THE NADIA-HOMELANDER INTERACTION WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR!! I’ve got bad vibes about her daughter’s newly injected super powers tbh. I think something will go really wrong and cause Nadia to blame Homelander and join The Boys, though this may also be wishful thinking. (Side-note it’ll be really interesting to see her face off Cindy the supe with the crush powers!!)

Stan Edgar is as cool and intimidating as always but even I felt kinda anxious during his scene with Homelander! Half of me kinda wants Stan to secretly have supe powers to give him an advantage/safety over Homelander, but the other half wants him to be a badass normal human whose power is entirely his own yknow!!

Also Hughie’s supe reveal was HILARIOUS hahaha he can never do anything cool 😂 but also c’mon dude your friend’s dying and you’re there getting high off your own powers??? I still don’t like him!

Supersonic’s death was coming but tbh I was hoping they could at least give him a cool scene or sth. I can’t remember if his powers were even shown/explained?? I gotta look this up!!

Dude 17th June CANNOT come fast enough… Ep 5 of The Boys (SOLDIER BOY V HOMELANDER WHEN??) AND TokRev CharaBook 3???? Can I be a time-leaper too fjrjdjeheuwjah

#feitania #the boys (tv show)

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rainbowwritesthings · 3 years

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I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight

Hughie reached up and felt the edge of the knife that was lodged in his ribs and could almost feel where the tip of the knife exited from his back. Butcher grabbed the hand that was fumbling with the knife handle and brought Hughie’s knuckles to his lips, “don’t worry bought that now.”

Hughie dies for awhile. Butcher freaks out. AO3

Soldier Boy stared Hughie down, somehow managing to exude disinterest while still maintaining an energy that spoke of impending bloodshed.

Hughie forced himself not to look around for Butcher, who had slipped away to try and track down the very Supe measuring the young man up.

“Where are your friends?”

The sudden baritone had Hughie jolting slightly and his usual instinct regarding a very powerful Supe asking questions rang true.

“Who?”

Butcher had made fun of Hughie countless times because of his ‘play dumb’ strategy, and the gruff man would always end the jab by saying it only made people more suspicious.

MM and Frenchie had made similar, less pointed comments about his lies under pressure, even Kimiko had once given him a look when Hughie dumbly asked, “who’s Hughie Campbell?” When someone was trying to intimidate him.

The heavy sound of boots walking towards him had Hughie’s heart beat harder, and he wished he could at least pretend to be brave while facing the first superhero.

This was Soldier Boy’s first meeting with any of the group and Hughie could understand why this was so disappointing for the man.

Soldier Boy stood in front of him and raised his eyebrows, “you’re really a member of The Boys? The group that kills Superheroes.”

Hughie blinked and opened his mouth, only to be interrupted when the man continued on.

“Your leader is former SAS and CIA. His right-hand man was a combat medic, left hand man was a gun-runner and chemist expert. Oh, and the other member is a trained Super terrorist.”

Hughie noticed the lack of mention for Starlight and hoped it meant that her spot on the Seven meant she was safe.

The Supe got even closer until they were just inches apart, “you used to upsell bullshit equipment for a Radio Shack. Why the fuck are you here?”

God Hughie wished he had a good answer to that, or at least the spine to say something cool like he knew Butcher would have.

“It’s a long story.”

This answer gained him a grunt and Soldier Boy stepped back, with no warning his fist shot out and Hughie fell to the ground. The Supe lowered down to straddle the man and Hughie tried desperately to get out from under him.

When two hands linked around his throat, Hughie froze and stared up.

“I could snap your neck and there’d be nothing you could do to stop me.”

Hughie was already well aware of this fact, and somehow being in such a powerless position eased the panic welling inside of him. As Soldier Boy’s grip around his throat tightened, Hughie grabbed his knife.

The first knife that Butcher had gifted him in the guise of safety, the one Hughie kept with him at all times since receiving it. He used it to stab the Supe in the arm, and Soldier Boy didn’t so much as flinch as he shifted to hold Hughie down with one hand.

The other hand reached up to yank out the knife, he examined the knife and looked down at Hughie.

“Maybe you aren’t as balless as I thought.”

Hughie sucked in air and heard heavy footfalls closing into to him. Butcher finally arrived with stomping feet and a shout, “Oi, cunt!” As Butcher shot at the Supe, Soldier Boy only looked up at him as a courtesy.

“Finally, a true member of the team.”

With a cold smile the Supe maintained eye contact with Butcher and rammed the knife through Hughie’s chest. Hughie couldn’t help but scream when the knife ripped through his lung, cartilage, and bones, and after it was in he weakly grasped at his chest.

When Hughie grasped about the area he could only feel the tip of the handle sticking out, the rest of the blade and handle was buried firmly in his lung and ribcage.

Butcher let out a roar and the rest of clip was unloaded into the Supe, Soldier Boy merely stood up casually over Hughie and wipe his bloody hand on his pants uniform.

Burcher was still holding an empty gun to the Supers face, seething with unbridled rage.

“I’ll kill every fuckin’ one of ya’!” For once an emotion other than boredom crossed Soldier Boy’s face, but Hughie’s vision was too blurry to make out what expression it was exactly, but it looked almost like surprise.

Black filled the whole of his vision and peace was momentarily granted, until strong hands were firmly shaking his shoulders and a voice was ringing in his ears.

Butcher came into a blurry world view that slowly cleared until all Hughie could see was Billy, cradling him in his arms with a desperate expression.

“Hold on now Hughie. Others are on their way, gonna get you all patched up.”

That was the most blatant lie Butcher had ever told him, even if MM rolled in right now with a squad of trained medics it wouldn’t matter.

Hughie could almost feel where the tip of the knife exited from his back and reached up to the area once again.

Butcher grabbed the hand that was fumbling around the knife handle and brought Hughie’s knuckles to his lips, “don’t worry bought’ that now.”

Hughie tried to focus on the man, truly he did, but he was also trying to gather air into his lungs. He was drowning in himself, there was no other way to describe it.

Butcher seemed to pick up on his gasping for air and with a gentle warning, lifted Hughie so he was braced on his lap.

Slightly more upright Hughie coughed up a spray of blood, coating both Butcher and Hughie. It was still hard to breathe, he could feel the blood pulling in his chest and congealing in his throat.

“Breathe darlin’, just breathe.”

At the command Hughie drew in a wet breath and immediately coughed harder, “Butch-“

“Shh, save your breath luv.”

A calloused hand ran through his hair before cupping his cheek, “you’ll be fine, made of strong stuff you are. This ain’t nothin’ compared to what you been through.”

Hughie’s vision cleared enough to see Butcher, more distraught than he had ever seen him before which lead to a new resolve.

“Listen-please listen to me.”

It was odd how exhausting that simple sentence was and the dawning comprehension that he was dying finally beginning to hit him. This understanding must have shown on his face because Butcher placed more pressure on the wound with a feral look in his eyes.

“You’re gonna be fine, ain’t nothin’ gonna happen to ya.”

Holy shit, Billy Butcher was in complete denial about what was happening.

“Billy. I love you. Please don’t-“

More burning pain had Hughie wheezing past the blood, clutching Butcher’s hand in a vice grip. When the burn ebbed, he blinked past the black spots.

“Don’t give up.”

While the man knew he was in no way comparable to Becca, his death wouldn’t leave a gaping wound in Butchers heart like hers had, he also admitted that he was important to Butcher in a different way.

Hopefully someone else would fill his place as both a member, as well as someone to stand beside Butcher. Someone who could shine a light in the dark but was still resilient enough to stand against the Supes without fear.

He must have blacked out again because when he was blinking through the tunnel around his eyes he could hear Butcher whispering, it almost sounded like a prayer.

“You can’t give me a light in the fuckin’ cave just to take it away, not like this. Not him, please, anyone other than him.”

Hughie could hear a harsh wheezing and it took a moment to realize it was coming from him, distantly he could feel the pressure Butcher was keeping on the wound and the feel of Butchers face buried in Hughie’s hair.

He tried to swallow the thick metallic in his throat but ended up painfully coughing instead of forcing it down. Somehow coughing around the thick paste painting his insides hurt so much worse that the actual stab wound did.

Though now that he thought about it, he could still feel the knife stuck between his ribs, moving around and tearing something else up every time he tried to breathe to deeply.

God, there was so much more Hughie wanted to say to Butcher. He wanted to comfort the man who had already been through so much and let him know that whatever he found so special in Hughie could be found in someone else at least ten fold.

Hughie could hear the rest of the Boys arrive, not able to determine who was who when they filtered in but with sudden resolve he forced himself to focus.

“I-I can’t do anything about this man.”

He could hear MM distantly, as if his ears were packed full of wool, but despite how far away the voice was he could hear the pain laced in every word. Hughie felt cold in a way he hadn’t felt before, this wasn’t like a sudden cold snap that struck before you before the space heater was ready, instead it went deeper and curved around his bones, his very soul even.

He was also thirsty, despite how thick the blood coated his throat he still wanted something, anything, to quench his thirst. He could hear another voice, muffled as it was, and was able to determine it was Frenchie.

The only thing keeping him from floating away growled and Hughie forcibly peeled back the weights holding his eyelids closed. Everything was tilted on it’s side and he could barely see past the tunnel around his vision.

Billy’s face slowly came into focus and when he saw Hughie looking up at him, he gave a terrible smile. Not the one that promised impending bloodshed or illegal activities, but a new one entirely.

It took a while but Hughie was able to focus on MM next, the man looked as if he had been the one stabbed and gave the younger man a reassuring smile that contrasted with every other body signal he was giving Hughie.

Frenchie was rubbing the back of his head and pacing, but when he saw Hughie’s eyes on him he stopped and stooped down.

“Petit Hughie.”

He gave the dying man a shaky smile, and Hughie gave him a weak smile back. At this Frenchie looked around and sniffled slightly before getting up to pace around more.

Hughie looked at Kimiko and was shocked to see tears gathered around her eyes, her gaze was locked into his chest and the barest hint of the hilt that was visible sticking out of his chest. She was breathing deeply and Hughie knew she was visualizing taking the knife that killed him and slitting Soldier Boys throat with it.

Which led to Hughie imagining what the group would do next.

Butcher would go on a complete warpath, maybe even worse than it had been before. Homelander would always be the first mark, but now Soldier Boy would be directly under that name.

God Hughie hoped that Frenchie and mainly MM could keep Butcher, and maybe Kimiko, from trying to fight Soldier Boy without a plan.

There was no reason for all of them to crumble under one Supes hand over him, though honestly Hughie reasoned that none of them were that foolhardy to try and rush towards revenge before he had started to decompose.

Well if anything else, Annie could always get them to at least consider reason if their vision became clouded. He could hear Butcher above him and forced himself to focus.

“Please luv, you can't leave me. I love you Hughie, fuckin’ hell I love you.”

Hughie wanted to say that he loved him just as much, that Butcher was never what he expected from a partner but he didn’t regret the decision to join him even if this was the result.

“B-billy, thank you.”

For everything, all the terrible gory bits and the sweet moments that made life feel worth living. An ironic sentiment considering how close death was breathing down his neck right now.

Hughie hoped that when they broke the news to his father, they would lie and say it was instant. That there was no pain, no Hughie wheezing around his own blood.

Fuck he was really going to die, wasn’t he?

Hughie vomited up more burning blood as Butcher tried to sooth him and try as he might the numbness filled him completely. Swallowing Hughie whole in a dark embrace, free of pain and worry.

Hughie felt the world come into view in pieces. First there was a searing burn surrounding his very existence, threatening to burn him alive. Then the burn centered on his chest, and the only instinct Hughie had was to try and expel it.

He felt hands shifting him around, pulling him in different ways so that he could vomit the substance easier. Every time Hughie felt like he could take a breath a new wave of fire would hit.

Several objects that were suspiciously hard found their way trapped in his throat; he wasn’t sure who dug around his mouth to fish them out but Hughie owed his life to whoever did so.

Finally, when all the congealed blood and bits of bone had been expelled Hughie could take in full breaths instead of the chocked gasps he had been using before.

He vowed to never take his lungs and the beautiful feeling of filling them with air for granted. With uncoordinated blinks the world started to slide in place around him.

MM was smiling down at him and that answered the question of who was keeping him upright, “holy fuck man.”

Frenchie lunged forward to kiss both of his cheeks, speaking quickly in his own language. He got the sense that Frenchie was putting to words the pure relief that shone through his face.

Kimiko was practically beaming at him; she was signing to him and Hughie knew that he should recognize what she was saying but couldn’t focus long enough to create a translation. However he didn’t need to know exactly what she was saying, the meaning was clear when she was smiling so openly at him.

Past her Butcher was staring at him, completely still except for the way his chest was heaving. His expression was of blatant horror mixed with large dose of disgust, he wasn’t looking at Hughie’s face and if his jaw clenched any harder his teeth may be in danger.

That was what splashed Hughie in a new wave of panic.

“I died.”

Saying the words out loud sparked Hughie into moving, jerking around and clawing at his chest.

“I fucking died! What the fuck?!”

MM was trying to calm him down, gently holding his wrist when Hughie began to scratch at his throat.

“Oh god, oh my god. I was- I!”

His eyes darted around to the others, trying to get them to understand.

Kimiko had a look of understanding that he hadn’t seen from her before and Frenchie was leaving to grab something from the front of the van.

Throughout all of this Butcher hadn’t moved, though his face hardened as he watched Hughie thrash weakly in MM’s hold.

Butcher, who hated Supes of any kind, who still didn’t trust Kimiko or want anything to do with her despite her status as a firm member of the group. He tolerated her because she was useful, a good fighter as well as a good shot.

Hughie wasn’t either of those things, and as such wasn’t needed like she was.

“You’re going to kill me.”

Hughie’s voice shook with the statement, there was little doubt in his mind what Butcher was really thinking when he eyed to closed chest wound. Frenchie moved in front of him, brandishing a needle.

“Petit Hughie, this is going to help you to relax. Do not worry mon amie, it will be alright.”

Hughie thrashed about and the man knew he was babbling, begging the others for so many things but he couldn’t hear his own words.

Would he go in a cage until they decided what to do?

Small but strong hands held his legs down and Hughie felt the prick of the needle going in. His vision blurred almost immediately after, and finally he felt someone push his hair from his face.

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Black Noir X Femme Reader: Secret Conversations

You were a supe, but just like Starlight you secretly helped Hughie. You despised Homelander, hoping to be the one who kills him. Often you made fun of him during meetings but no one knew, no one but Black Noir anyways.

Your magical abilities ranged from telekinesis, to the ability to talk to people through their minds as well as mind control people to do as you wish. You could either toggle along hordes of people and talk to all of them or narrow it to just one person. Either way, it always managed to scare the shit out of people when you did it but so far the only one who knew of that special ability was Noir. You didn't share the fact you could do such a thing to the rest of Vought in fear they'd exploit it just like the rest of your powers and Noir kept his mouth shut, especially since you'd invade people's mind at random times and tell him your findings, ironically by mind linking with him.

Just like most days, you and Noir were sitting in the meeting room. Neither of you exchanged a single word, nor were you facing each other. You both stared ahead at nothing in particular, just like you both always did and that's how the rest of the Seven found you both; staring wordlessly and blankly at the door. They would be lying if they said it didn't creep them the fuck out but what they didn't realise was that you both were conversing, just through your mind link.

'Noir, they're coming'.

'I know. Try not to be too hard on Homelander today'.

'He's a bitch. He deserves every word I throw at him... Internally. And I know you feel the same'.

'I-'.

'Don't you dare deny it'.

'... No comment'.

You managed to dip back into what the others were saying.

"It means that lately, some of you have been, eh, a little out of sorts", Homelander says as he walks by Starlight, "erratic".

He then moves towards A Train, "unreliable", then to Maeve, "downright sloppy", he quickly gestures to Noir, "not you Noir, you've been great, but the rest of you..."

'What a bitch', you say to Noir, dipping back out of what Homelander was saying, 'it's like I'm fucking invisible'.

'I mean, you are using your invisibility powers right now'.

'Yeah, but still! He didn't even comment on me'.

"Y/n didn't even bother showing up to today's meeting. Vought's tracking her location as we speak and she'll be getting spoken to", Homelander said as if he managed to read your mind.

'Might wanna show your face', Noir tells you.

'Fuck me', you groan.

Instantly, you remove your invisibility and luckily no one seemed to notice, they were all just looking at Homelander in confusion. Of course he didn't realise until he stopped walking and looked around the table. His eyes then landed on you, his head tilted and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Y/n... You're there...?"

"Yes, thanks for noticing", you retort.

Vought also didn't know of your invisibility, neither did the rest of the team which is why you only made yourself invisible when Homelander walked in, and quickly made sure to remove the invisibility before the others looked over at your seat once he gave away the fact you weren't there. It was risky but you liked fucking with people's minds sometimes, especially if that someone was Homelander.

"I presume I won't be getting spoken to by anyone then?", You continue.

"Uh... No, you won't", he replied. You tapped into his mind to hear what he was thinking.

'Was she there the whole time? How the hell didn't I see her?'

'Lol, Homelander's funny when he's confused. He's questioning his sanity', you tell Noir through your mind link.

'Do you invade my thoughts without permission?'

'No, I respect your privacy'.

'Really?'

'Of course! Unlike everyone else in this shitty world, I can tolerate you'.

'Wish I could say the same for you'.

'... Bitch'.

Once the meeting was over everyone left to do whatever it was Homelander told them to. You and Noir stayed though, still immersed in conversation.

'Thank fuck for that. I think that meeting took ten years off my life'.

'Every time Homelander talks takes years off your life'.

'Well he should talk less then'.

'Do you like him or something?'

You choked on air before looking at him incredulously. Noir was already facing you.

"What the fuck Noir?! Why would you say that??", You shout, still disgusted.

You heard a breathy chuckle from him in response.

'Well you always go on about him, it's almost like you're trying to stifle your love towards him through hate', he said through mind link.

"Wha-No! He's a hypocritical titty-milk-drinking, money corrupted, mother-issued, man child!! He's disgusting and I can't wait for him to fuck off and die", you candidly respond.

You knew of all of those things because once you first joined you knew something was up with him so you began stalking him for a bit, then proceeded to puke your guts out. Noir was nice enough to hold your hair back and get you some water.

You heard another airy chuckle from Noir which although made you ecstatic, also kinda pissed you off.

"What's so funny?!"

'The depths you go to cover it up', he responded via mind link.

You let out a frustrated groan, "I. Don't. Like. Him!!!"

'Sure'.

"Fuck you, Noir".

'You've been saying that a lot recently. Do you have feelings for me too?'

"I want to kill you".

'Good luck with that'.

"I need to find something with nuts in it", you say out loud to yourself.

'Believe me, you won't be able to even grab it before you fall dead on the ground', you heard a slight warning tone in Noir's voice instructing you to stop which you complied with.

"Oh, Noir", you say dramatically, draping an arm over his shoulder, "like I'd ever want to kill you anyways. Then I wouldn't have anyone to talk to and bitch to", you then move from the side of him to right in front of him. You put on your knees on his lap, wrapping both your arms around the back of his neck, "plus I can't kill the love of my life. I wouldn't be able to live with myself".

Before Noir could respond you plant a kiss just a few inches away from the corner of his masked lips and instantly teleport away.

Noir was stunned. His hand slowly raised up to touch the area that was blessed to feel your lips.

Wait, did you just call him the love of your life?!?!

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