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Don't Touch What Doesn't Belong To You | Black Noir x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: "I'm sorry, is there a reason you're flirting with my boyfriend?" and “C’mon, you love me, really.” With Black noir?

summary: Noir has to fight tooth and nail to be able to take you to public events, but as much as he does love to have you there, he can’t deny that he does also have a slight jealous streak when it comes to certain people.

tws: jealousy, swearing

word count: 1114

Noir wasn’t the jealous type for no reason, he wasn’t jealous and possessive simply because he wanted to be or because he felt any particular kind of claim over you, no, if anything he was only jealous and only possessive if and when he had to be. And that, if he was honest, was rare; it always came as a surprise when Noir got jealous, but it was always towards the same two suspects. Homelander and Deep. When those two so much as looked your way, Noir was pulling you as close as he possibly could, sometimes even daring to lift up his mask so that his mouth was exposed, giving him the opportunity to bite and kiss at your neck, claiming you as his; but then the second they left, he was going back to being gentle with you again, soft touches and tender mumbles, even daring to laugh a little at your silly jokes and to let you slip one hand under his mask so that you could give him an earbud and let him listen to whatever it was you were playing. It was like a switch had gone off, and he suddenly became an entirely different person.

Often, if you were Vought events, such as premiers, he had to fight tooth and nail to bring you along with him; squabbling with Ashley over emails until she eventually caved and told him to fuck off. She didn’t like you, she never did, she didn’t think that you were marketable enough, she didn’t think that some nobody was good enough to be putting in the magazines and the papers and on television; she didn’t like you, and she made it very well known - but even she had to obey orders given to her by Stan Edgar, and when Noir went running to him about letting you be his date to those events, not even Ashley could say no, as much as she really wanted to. She couldn’t stand it, knowing that she would have to allow you to go, and would complain and grumble at you the entire time that you were there if you ever crossed her path.

While attending one such event, though, you had left Noir for all of ten minutes so that you could go and chat to Maeve about something that you had been meaning to bring up with her, when you noticed that a photographer had gotten a little bit too close to Noir; you clenched your jaw, excusing yourself with a shake of the head before daring to walk over, taking Noir’s arm in yours as you smiled forcibly at them.

“I’m sorry, is there a reason you’re flirting with my boyfriend? Or do you blush and hold the biceps of every Supe you come across?”

The photographer swallowed thickly, opening their mouth to speak but then closing it again, eyes wide as they watched Noir sneak his arm around you to pull you closer, pressing his forehead against your neck. Admittedly, they did regret flirting with him, and they frowned as they sighed. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“You are goddamn right it will not. Now, jog on,” you grinned, not even getting your moment in glory of seeing them run away with their tail between their legs as Noir dragged you behind one of the big promotional posters, lifting up his mask just enough to expose his mouth.

He hooked his arms around your neck while you cradled his face in your hands, pulling him closer and grinning when he finally kissed you; it was harsh and desperate and you could feel the desperation in how he had you, you could tell that he was struggling so hard to keep himself held back and to not kiss you like that on the red carpet; he couldn’t do that just yet, the one thing that he couldn’t yet get anyone to agree to, letting him kiss his own damn significant other. He pulled away, pulling his mask down and grumbling quietly, pressing his forehead against yours gently, not wanting to accidentally knock you with his tough helmet.

You smiled, daring to slowly and softly trace his jaw, a soft hum coming from the back of your throat. “I love you so goddamn much.”

Noir nodded, pulling away completely and offering you his hand, giving it a little swing as he walked back out with you; he paused, posing for a picture with you and quite happily, quite smugly, holding up the hand that was holding yours as he waved. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he could see Homelander approaching, instinctively stepping a little front of you, getting between you and his teammate as he clenched his jaw tightly.

“(y/n)!” Homelander called, putting on a happy and friendly face if only for the pictures. If only because looking like he was nice to you, a normal person, made him look good. “Hi!”

He went to hug you, arms outstretched and a terrifyingly convincing grin on his face, but Noir stopped him, putting his hand on his chest and shaking his head slowly; a mere warning, and Homelander seemed to get the hint, backing up and showing his gloved palms.

“Thank you,” you muttered in Noir’s ear, prompting him to nod a little as he stared at Homelander. “Can we, uh, can we go stand with A Train and Annie? Please?”

Noir pulled out his phone, daring to type a little message to the supposed leader of the Seven, trying not to ask so smug beneath his mask as he showed him the screen.

“Don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you.”

“Noir,” you grumbled, pulling at his arm a little. “Noir, can we go over there, now, please?”

Again, Noir nodded, shoving Homelander aside as he guided you over to the quieter and more private little area where A Train and Starlight were standing; you sighed heavily, relief flooding you, as you put your arm around him and stayed close to his side. He pulled his phone out again, showing you the screen after he had typed out his little message.

“Fucking Homelander should know you don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you…”

“I really do love you, so fucking much, y’know,” you told him, grinning as you dared to kiss the nose part of his mask. He recoiled a little, a soft growl coming from the back of his throat as he shook his head slowly. “C’mon, you love me, really.”

He started to type on his phone again.

“I don’t doubt that. It was cute 2 see you jealous earlier, tho”

“Yeah?” You mused, raising a brow.

“Yeah <3”

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visionsofmagic · 2 years

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― desired supe [chapter 13]

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a/n: even if homelander would be sub one in particular events and places (for example; bed), he is trying to be dom one for yn, so, we will see his this (especially exhibiting unpredictable behavior) side in this chapter. It gets spicy and will get spicier with each chapter from now on, so, hang on tightly, our journey is beginning! ;)

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enjoy the story! love. rose <3

summary of the chapter: Homelander’s liking on Y/n increasing too much to even make Butcher angry. With Homelander’s unexpected request from Y/n after questioning the supe, this causes Butcher’s nerve to be seen, leaving Y/n in an impasse.

word count for the chapter: 6.9k [chapters become larger with each publish but I give you certainty that this one would blow your mind. well, it blew mine, indeed.]

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When Butcher sent a message about his arrival to the tower’s nearby parking lot, Homelander was giving a speech to the team; “Supe will wake up soon.” His voice was dominant as always, “Me and Aerial will question him.”

He literally chose you over other members including the Deep. His liking on you was increasing from day to day. Choosing you over others, telling you about his day, wanting you meet with his son and not keeping himself from showing his feelings to you were this situation’s evidence. Anyone, including some workers of the company, had knowledge about this. They were seeing you all day, how Homelander share so much with you and how he keeps you by his side for most of the times. Some of them saw you as new friendship of the Seven due to Black Noir’s sudden disappear. They saw you as new version of Black Noir for Homelander. On the other hand, you could hear how some workers keep telling each other you had a secret relationship, you were a couple. They even compared you with his previous lovers like Queen Maeve and Stormfront. You knew if they would know how you could hear them, because they only talked about this when Homelander was gone, they wouldn’t talk so openly. However, you didn’t mind. They could say everything about you with showing respect, of course. So, when gossips about your and Havoc’s competition, as they called, were spreading among people, you didn’t make any comment. There was no competition for you. That’s why there was no reason to claim it as a true fact or not.

After Homelander’s decision, Havoc looked irritated. She moved on her seat, adjusting her posture from irritated one to charming. “Sir,” She took a stop between her words in order to see Homelander’s reaction which was just a blank face that turned to her, “I really would like to see you on work. With that, I can get some of your perfect questioning abilities as I believe. If you don’t mind, can I come too?” Her voice was rasping for you. You wondered what Homelander was thinking about her.

Eyes turned to the leader of the Seven, looking curiously, how he would react to Havoc’s request.

He looked at Havoc’s face, then, smiled, “Of course you can!” His voice sounded like a quite chuckle. Opening his hands, he said, “I always respect my teammates’ request. Everybody knows this.” He looked at the Deep, who was sitting right beside him, “Right, Deep?”

He nodded right away, “Of course sir! Everybody knows this.”

You caught how he and A-Train shared a look together, like they knew how Homelander didn’t give a shit about anyone’s requests or ideas rather than his own. He was the leader that made them cursing their life's again and again thanks to him. The Deep had respect and mostly fear about Homelander while A-Train looked just he needed something to hold in his lonely life. Before entering the team, you had done you research about each member, both previous and current ones. Entering the team without any knowledge meant walking on a rope that stayed between fire. So, you knew how the Deep and A-Train hadn’t anyone on their sides except the Seven and Homelander.

Homelander’s clap caught your attention from your mind to real life, “Everyone can go and do whatever fucking they should do for the company.” He waved his hand, “Ashley will inform you or whatever,” Turning to Havoc and you, he said, “Let’s go and finish this job already.”

When everyone went to different directions; MultiMan, the Deep and A-Train to Ashley’s room and you, Havoc and Homelander to the supe’s. However, you needed to find Butcher and made him turn into ghost mode before entering supe’s room, questioning him. When you entered to elevator along with Homelander and Havoc, you pushed an extra button, which was the ground floor of the tower. That made Homelander and Havoc turned to your direction, confused expression on their face. You shrugged, looking at Homelander, “I need to take a fresh air before seeing his face. What happened back there – “ You stopped talking when unforgettable memories about that place and people filled your mind, making your heart ache in pain. Your main aim was to meet with Butcher with this confession but it made you realize how much you needed to take a fresh air before questioning that cunt. So, you weren’t lying.

Homelander nodded slowly, “Don’t take so long.”

Then, elevator’s door opened. Homelander and Havoc left you alone in it and you clearly saw how Havoc looked so happy to spend alone time with Homelander, not you with his side. You rolled your eyes. How competitive of her. It was so weird though; how she wanted to be Homelander’s girlfriend. You knew there was something wrong about her stubborn. However, this was another time’s question to answer. Now, you had to meet with Butcher.

Quick steps were making the ground under your feet scream. Powerful and fast pace towards Butcher was both because of making him wait so long and excitement. You surely missed him. It was nothing you could hide. Especially after spending so many times with him, you used to have him in your life. He was a man who was giving you courage to keep this mission. Homelander was making it harder for you to have a determined mind to make him pay what he done to your friend. But when Butcher came to the scene, he always was making you see how you should keep your words for him.

Your thought stopped when his back profile came into your sight. He was sitting on a bench, his black-colored glasses on his face, covering his piercing eyes from you.

With a gut that you felt suddenly after seeing his back, looking so touchable, you half hugged him from behind, resting your hands on his shoulders. Your head popped out of his left side, faces so close to make both of you blush. His masculine scent made you take lots of breaths, not wanting to waste any of it.

“Sorry for waiting.” You said, innocently, like you weren’t to one who took his personal space like it was nothing. As your gut began to decrease due to his speechless posture, you wanted to took your hands away from his shoulders but he just smirked when you were about to do it.

“Will I get a gift for that, hm?”

You rolled your eyes. He was clearly teasing you, referring some mature things like those ones he did yesterday, in front of whole team. “I can give you my signed picture card if you want.”

He placed his two fingers on your chin, “Who needs a picture when I got the real one, hon’?”

He was right. You were playing with fire. He was fire, burning you from head to toe but unlike any other fire, his wasn’t killing you. Instead, he was making you feel more alive. Fresh. Denying his effects on your body would be stupid of you. Even he could see how your body reacted his little touches.

Clearing your throat, you straighten your posture, “We need to get going. Homelander is waiting for me.”

As he stood up, leaving his body for you to turn it into ghost one, he cursed under his breath after hearing his name, “That cunt can wait a little bit longer.” He smirked, “I wonder how ya’ making him angry. Knowing someone as powerful as him would make that cunt’s confidence crumble.”

You wanted to tell him that you were far behind making Homelander angry with your presence. Homelander was neither angry nor annoyed. He was happy. He was glad that you were his side. However, telling Butcher all of these, Homelander’s wants to keep you on his side, between his arms and even in his heart, would cause some problem. He wouldn’t get jealous as you guessed because he wasn’t taking your relationship that much, as you knew. He would panic though. Thoughts about whether you would keep your promise about Homelander or not because of your closeness would chase him. The most awkward thing was that even if you knew you would keep your promise, it was hard to tell how long your determined stage would last.

You closed your eyes, turned him to ghost mode. Parking lot was empty and he chose a spot that cameras didn’t watch. You would look like you took some fresh air like you said.

When he looked over his body, he asked, “Will I be able to touch things this time as we discussed yesterday?”

You nodded, “It will consume more energy than normal ghost mode one but we will take it as an advantage.” You started to walk, keeping your phone on your ear like you were talking to someone but in reality you were doing this to talk Butcher without getting any attention. “If something happens there, you can easily get out of the building.” You faked a smile, “However, do not touch anything necessary because it will cause other get suspicious.”

He followed you as you entered the tower, nodding some workers who were polite and good people. “It would make that cunt freak out to see something moving in his sight.”

Images how Homelander would react to this on your mind made you chuckle, “That would be funny if it was certain that he wouldn’t blow off the whole place.”

Butcher nodded. Then, you closed your fake call, entering the elevator with Butcher on your side.

As elevator kept going higher, Butcher broke silence, “What’s that Havoc business?”

You furrowed, “What about it?”

He shrugged, “I saw her angry face in the news. She was looking at you like she wanted you dead.”

He was referring to news that filmed outside factory. You guessed reporters filmed every member of the team, especially you, Havoc and Homelander. It wouldn’t be surprise if they were trying to create a love triangle from it. Even if you didn’t see the news, you knew they added parts in which Homelander touched your cheek as your bodies were so close to each other. Butcher’s non comment on that specific event made you nervous. You calculated if you should say something about it or not.

You chose to say something in order to clarify that event. Also, that would make him get his answer as well.

“She is trying to take her place on Homelander’s side. As a co-captain like Annie or girlfriend I guess.” You took a deep breath, looking any other place rather than Butcher’s face, “Her dislike of me became bigger when she found out how Homelander treated me.” You gulped. The air was so awkward and you couldn’t keep going with your speech. Instead, you waited for Butcher to continue.

As your eyes met, he spoke, “He always liked getting love. Like Maeve and that Nazi bitch.” He sounded like he and Maeve were close. You were confused. You knew Maeve helped the boys but something was off with his way of saying her name, like it was a little bit awkward. You wanted to question him but his words cut you, “He doesn’t like people. Cunt just loves himself.” He shrugged, finishing his speech.

Was he right? Was Homelander just liked you because of your affection, love and sympathy that you showed to him? Why this statement’s high possibility of being a truth was hurting so much?

Being something Homelander like was dangerous. You didn’t want him to like you. Did you?

Dilemma was breaking you into two pieces. You heart was aching somehow. Silence you shared with Butcher wasn’t helping either.

These heavy emotions left your body when elevator’s door opened, making you realize your first mission. So, you slapped yourself inside your mind and stepped out of the elevator with Butcher.

People who were in that floor nodded to you, pointing the room that Homelander and Havoc waited. You nodded to Butcher, signaling him to be careful out there before opening the door. Homelander’s powerful, built body and Havoc’s smooth skinned and fit one came into your sight. The room was like those police departments had; having two separate rooms with a shared door, one is behind the huge window that looked like a mirror on the other side, and other one with a patient bed. The supe was awake as you could see from the window. Homelander and Havoc was watching doctors doing their jobs by giving him supplies. He didn’t look so bad anymore which caused you to want to beat him up again.

Trying to keep your anger in control, you took your place beside Homelander. Now, he was in middle while Havoc was on his left side and you on right. Butcher was right behind you. You could how his body was touching yours with a dangerous closeness. You realized how he had become more willing to touch you every time there was Homelander in the same room. Not wanting to get hopes, you asked to Homelander, “Can he speak?”

He nodded, “He better be. I don’t want to spend my time for some fucking stupid man anymore.”

Havoc said from other side, “Sir,” She was going to suggest something again. “Maybe Aerial should question him first. She was the one who beat him up. He is likely to speak with her by feeling anger.” She added, “I read an article about how anger makes people talk too much without thinking twice for their words.”

Even if her aim was to send you inside, making supe tell some secrets about you, she was telling truth. People were likely to speak out of control due to their sudden anger. It was clear that this supe had so much anger inside his heart due to being beaten up nearly to death by you.

So, you nodded in agreement, “She is right. And it would take less time and you can turn into your important business as well.”

Homelander looked at you then the supe, nodding, “Go ahead.” He took two steps to the window, to see inside closer while adding, “Don’t do something without my command.”

You nodded.

It would be hard to question him without making Homelander get knowledge of Stan Edgar’s secret business about the factory but it was worth to try. It was better for you to question him before anyone else, especially Homelander. Also, you had Butcher on your side. He was good at making people talk. He was your helper on this.

As you and Butcher’s ghost body entered the room, medics left, leaving you and the supe alone for bare eyes.

The supe’s wounds were healing. He was in better condition last time you saw him. Even though he was the one killed innocent people of the factory with such great power, he looked so weak now. He was at your mercy. Disobeying Homelander’s orders would cause problem this time but you could use some of your power in order to make him talk. Both you and Homelander knew it.

“Mad Max, is it?” You sounded so calm, not showing fire that began to appear inside your body.

He took one look at you, and that was all. He tried to break free from robes that hold him in his place, on bed. Anger was travelling in his eyes, hands shaking and sweats occurring on forehead.

Butcher smirked, “You really beat him to death, aren’t ya’?” He leaned on his back to wall that stayed on the left side of bed, looking down at supe’s weak body, “I really like ya’ when you make them know their places. They are just a bunch of weak bastards who thinks them something important when they could kill innocent people who had no power like them.” His smirk widened, “When they meet ya’, they realize how weak they are.”

When he finished his words, the supe began to talk, “You bitc –“

“Tch, tch, tch.” You stopped him. “Don’t make me beat you again,” You unified your arms on your chest, “Because I will not stop ‘till I kill you this time.”

He gritted his teeth. Being weaker than you caused his anger increase. It was same for every person but when women made men turn into weak creatures, they were having great rage inside their bodies. They were feeling so humiliated by that and that was something you liked about your power. You liked to show them how women could handle men.

“So, Mad Max,” You sat corner of his bed, near his feet. He tried to hit you with his bare feet but robes were making him hard to move freely. “You destroyed one of the factories that Vought held, killing innocent people – “

“Innocent?” He faked a laugh, “There were not innocent! You should give me a price for killing them.” He looked at your body from head to toe in disgust, “I could finish them all if you weren’t playing your hero act.”

You didn’t waste you effort to tell him you were indeed didn’t act. You wanted to save them.

“How workings for a company like Vought make them bad?”

Butcher said, “He wouldn’t tell to you.”

He was right. The supe became silent after your question. He was keeping his knowledge to himself and probably Homelander.

“I really don’t like repeating myself, Max. So, you should tell me what you know.” You faked a smile, “That would make you free from here sooner.”

You didn’t know how much he good at understand whether people were lying or not but from what was in your sight, you knew he didn’t buy your trick of giving him freedom. He probably knew how you wanted him death. How you had anger towards him as well. Mutual feelings caused you two to understand each other easier.

“Tell him Homelander wouldn’t come here. He is clearly waiting for him.” Butcher suggested, taking other side of the bed, standing on his feet and looking down at supe’s body.

“He will not come Max, if that’s why you are not speaking with me.” You shrugged, “He is the top of all of this,” You waved your finger around the room, referring to Vought, “He has more important things in his life than dealing with a supe who even disable to control his power.”

Butcher smiled at the way you were questioning him. He looked proud for a moment which makes you smile inside. “Now, wait for a time him to adjust this info. Then, mention Homelander again. He is a cocksucker like rest of them. Look at him, waiting for his daddy to speak.”

You nodded, looking like you did it to yourself but you were signaling Butcher that you got his hint. He was saying that the supe was like the rest of the team, being cocksucker for Homelander and not talking, moving or even breathing without his approval.

It was weird though. How this supe hadn’t interacted with Homelander but had great respect and slavery towards him. It was terrifying either. People like him would do everything Homelander tells without thinking twice. After his first real kill in public, Homelander’s maniac, sadistic and freak followers has began to increase. It was making your world turn into a darker place and you knew you had to take big fish’s head to prevent it to turn into total darkness.

“Don’t say that you really thought your insignificant presence would get attention of him with doing this?” You shook your head in disbelief.

You stood up, sighed, “How sad. You are literally waiting for his arrival while he has no idea about your presence.”

He furrowed, looking so desperate. Your acting was doing well because now you clearly saw how he dilemma. He even looked sad, “He must come!” He shouted. “He should know about this.”

“We are breaking him.” Butcher said, half nodding.

“I can speak with him.” You shrugged, “But I must give him some tangible information. We shouldn’t want to take his precious time, right?”

He nodded suddenly, “Of course not! He is our most precious thing in the world!” His voice lowered, “We shouldn’t take his precious time.”

Butcher and you were in shock. This person was a maniac. He was worship Homelander. You were just trying to make him speak with your respect towards Homelander but you didn’t except him to go this far with his love about him. How he was so attached to him? This whole situation was making you feel sick and you knew Butcher felt the same.

“He is the biggest cocksucker I have seen in my entire fuckin’ life.”

You wanted to tell him this was far beyond being a cocksucker. The supe really needed therapy, even more than rest of other members.

You tried to act like it was so normal, looking him with a straight face, “Then give me something to make him know how you are willing to see him.”

He nodded negatively, “You wouldn’t tell him. You tried to kill me! I don’t trust you!”

Butcher sighed, “Just give us something you fucker! I really want to beat him up now.”

In order to prevent any unwanted situation with Butcher being in ghost mode but able to touch, you took a step forward the supe, “Look,” You wanted him calm down. “I was thinking you attacked to factory in order to harm the company, to Homelander. But if your intentions are good, I will directly go to him and talk about your situation.” You smiled, fake as ever, “I just need to know you didn’t want to cause any harm to him. Our leader is important, as you see.”

You could feel Homelander’s burning eyes even behind windows that covered half of the room. He was piercing your back with his blue eyes. You knew how he felt with each word you said with praising him. These words were half-true and half-lie. He was important but your love for him not same as the supe or any other member. Your love for him was something different than simply being a royal teammate for him.

“Me? Harm for him?” The supe tried to defend himself, “I was doing it for him!” He then took a deep breath, looking more relaxed than before and ready to talk. So, you didn’t say anything, you just waited for him to continue.

As Butcher stood beside you, the supe began to talk, “They were doing something wrong. The workers of that factory I mean. I was watching them very closely after I found out they hide something behind the doors thanks to having a friend inside. He had suspicious and when he shared them with me, I wanted to look at because we thought they were going to do something to Homelander.” He sounded sad, like Homelander was his brother or something. Like they were trying to kill one of his family members. “And then I found out. They were really trying to damage the company and Homelander. I wanted to help him. So, I planned everything.” He was proud of himself. “I went there and killed every fucker who was in this whole thing.” You knew he killed those innocent people who had no idea. Vought was not a company who shared his secrets with every worker. They probably told some of them.

“Is he knows about Stan Edgar?” Butcher’s question made you ask this to him, in a secret way of course.

“Do you know what they were trying to do? Homelander is not someone that can be taken down as you know. No one can harm him,” Which was a lie because you knew how Queen Maeve and Soldier Boy hurt him and beat him as well as Butcher and Hughie, even a little. However, no one knew this other than the boys who told you about all this, making you and Aiden shock because you thought he was unbreakable. But at the end of the day, he wasn’t. “They should have something big to work on it behind closed doors.”

The supe shook his head, left and right, “I was going to learn it if you didn’t come.” His anger was increasing again and you had enough of his bullshit. So, you nodded, “Don’t worry. We will take care of the rest.” You smiled, “Now, rest.”

You should talk about this with Homelander who was waiting outside, without interrupting you. He was the one who would decide whether to free the supe or sending it to jail. You hoped he was going to second option but deep down, you knew he would let him go after he showed great attitude towards him even without knowing he was watching them.

Homelander must felt superior ever after seeing how there were people and supes who showed him this kind of royalty. He needed that and these freaks were giving him this. What a full of destruction world it has become.

“What about Homelander?” The supe asked when you opened the door a little to leave, “Will he come and see me?” He killed dozen of people. He had blood in his hands but he turned to a child who was waiting for meeting with his favorite superhero. Oh, how much you wanted to make him suffer in that moment.

As your hand stood on the door’s handle, and rage began to rise each passing second, Butcher realized how your face turned into red with anger. He stood in front of you, closing your view of the supe with his chest and concerned looking face, “C’mon,” His voice was not enough to make you calm, so, he held your arm with his left hand, and placed his other one on your chin, “Not here. We will deal with it later.” He added, “Alone.”

You tried to smile to the supe, feeling calmer thanks to Butcher’s strong aura that wrapped up yours, “I will inform him. Now, just rest.”

With that, you left the room, closing door behind. Havoc and Homelander was looking at you. Homelander’s face was filled with proud one while Havoc’s one was angry. Her plan didn’t work, again. She even made your image better in Homelander’s eyes.

“Well done, Aerial.” Homelander praise didn’t make you happy this time because he was the reason why you couldn’t make the supe suffer.

Havoc on the other hand, was closing gap between her and Homelander. Smile on her face, “I am happy to see that my plan worked, sir.” She wanted Homelander praise her too, clearly. Unlike your predictions, Homelander turned to her, smiling, “Well done for you too Havoc. Of course it was my idea to bring you two in here but you did well too.” His egoistic side was showing again and Butcher was so done with this.

“Cunt is in love with himself, I tell ya’.” You wanted to chuckle how Butcher put your thought into words. Homelander and his relationship was something you found funny.

With a look to Butcher, you gave him hint to putting your plan into action in which Butcher will walk in the building to get information thanks to his ghost mode and still being able to touch, and you will distract other people. As you informed from Ashley, today was Homelander’s ads shooting day, means he wouldn’t be in the building, allowing you enough space to act. But you knew he was going to say something you wouldn’t like as he dismissed himself from room with you and Havoc. His hands were on his back, as always. Cape shaking with each step from right to left, blonde hair looking a little messy, blue eyes searching the floor to see something interesting. “You can dismiss Havoc.” He said without looking back. If he looked, he would just see a frustrated face that Havoc had after hearing this words.

“But, sir, you said we will –“

Homelander cut her words, “Are you resisting my orders?”

“Of course not, sir.” You pitied her. She was trying so hard, giving him royalty and respect but in return, she was receiving humiliation. Her motives had to be something serious because she wasn’t stopping to act same even after Homelander’s harsh attitude towards her. Checking about her personal life a little was noted on your mind. You wanted to check in order to help her. Maybe she just needed a person to show how she didn’t need any praise or attention from him. She was a strong one. She had to have certain motives behind her plan or as you hoped, she had.

Extra blonde hair and blue eyes disappeared from sight. Now, there was only one, Homelander.

He didn’t turn to you ‘till you reached the elevator’s door, pushing a button to call it to floor. The long cape took off as he turned to you with a fast fast turnaround, hands resting on back, still. Blue eyes were traveling on your body, adjusting how outfit looked on you maybe for the 10th times already now. You got used to it anyway, how his eyes didn’t have any shame to looking at your body from here to there, sometimes more than enough. He was a man indeed who was horny as hell. He clearly had kinks, his gazes were giving enough proof of this.

As his looks didn’t go, you heard an angry ‘huh’ sound from your back. That’s was when you realized how Butcher was right behind you and Homelander front like before. You were tossed between their huge and tall bodies again even if one man didn’t know other’s presence. You wanted to ask why Butcher was angry now but it had to wait ‘till you reach the flat.

“You were really good at back there.” Homelander said as elevator kept going higher, to your floor. He wasn’t praising anymore. His voice was filled with smartness and wisdom somehow, making you a little nervous about why he became smart Homelander suddenly.

You tried to act normal, “Thank you. I can say I know how to make people talk.” You finished your sentence with a teasing smile which was clearly didn’t affect Homelander’s smartness. He was suspicious. You wondered what made him being suspicious about your ability back there.

He shrugged, “It was just beyond good, you know.” Butcher’s hands held you from your arms, firmly, like he was trying to give you power to stay still under Homelander’s dangerous state. His most dangerous side was being smart, not acting randomly or without thinking. Butcher had to know this too. That’s why his protectiveness increased, if you called this as it. “Did someone teach you about it or what?” His little chuckle made you shiver.

Butcher smirked, “If he knew.”

You shrugged, “It’s just comes naturally.”

He didn’t keep questioning as three of you entered the elevator. He pushed the button that would stop on the floor meeting room stayed. He took a glance from you, “I need to discuss something with you. Privately.”

Why this lonely session with him always happened when Butcher was there, in ghost mode? Homelander couldn’t see him, right? You chuckled to yourself inside your head, nervously. There was no way he could see him. Your ability was beyond his x-ray visions. Just people who you would turn ghost mode with them touching Butcher would be able to see him. In other words, people had to touch themselves in order to being able to see, touch and hear each other in ghost mode. That was something you were working on. You weren’t some lazy supe. In your free times, mostly at midnights when world became more silence and no one to disturb, you were strength the way your mind and power work. You were powerful, indeed but you needed to be more each day. If you would risk face and fight with Homelander, probably with other team members too, you had to gain the full potential.

You reached at your destination in silence. Even Butcher didn’t say a word about this event. He knew he should go and search the place before your energy run out but he chose to stay on your side. He just said, “I will make sure the cunt don’t planning anything stupid.” You wanted to tell him that you were going to be okay and Homelander wouldn’t do anything stupid like hurting her. Even if his current state was a bit weird, you knew he wouldn’t lay a hand on you. Why you believed in him this much was another question you wanted to think later.

You noted that you should work on gaining an ability of talking with people who was in ghost mode throughout your mind connection. This would be so helpful for both of you and Butcher because this wouldn’t be last time you turned him to ghost mode.

Homelander showed you his seat. Wait, did he really wanted you to sit on his chair which no one was allowing to touch? Butcher didn’t look his gesture surprised him. He even looked like he knew what will come next. He has been known Homelander more than you thanks to their odd bond that became stronger with each year, each event. Especially, after having a common special person, Ryan.

“C’mon!” Homelander smiled, “Sit.”

He was so weird today. Two hours ago, he was so stable and good towards you but now, he was sounding like a maniac who had no control of his actions. Seeing his this side saddened you because you thought you was the only person on the team who he hadn’t act rude, hush and sadistic.

Without saying a thing, you sat down on his chair, leaned your back on to it in order to show Homelander how you didn’t feel fear if this was his plan to do, making you be afraid of him. Maybe he was get irritated from your determined confident state.

“So, Y/n,” His voice sent your core a sharp feeling. His strong grips rested on your shoulders. He wasn’t hurting you but he surely held you tightly. Butcher on the other hand stayed a step apart from your hand, ready to punch Homelander if he becomes harmful for you. You felt safe even if Butcher didn’t have any particular power against him. He was ready to fight with him without having power and for you, this was something powerful and admirable. “From what I learned, you are doing so well with your tasks.”

“I didn’t know you were checking on me.” How further he would go for following your actions?

He chuckled, “I am the leader of this team Y/n. Of course I would check on you as well as others.” Should you feel relaxed because of knowing you weren’t the only one who he was checking or nervous because indeed, he knew how you acted on your missions?

“Right.” You said, calmly. In order to don’t be so nervous around Homelander your eyes were fixed on Butcher’ calm face. Hearing your bumping heart beats would give him power.

Butcher took a glance from Homelander’s body behind you. “He is bluffing bluff. He will not do anything.” His hand touched your, rested on the table in front of you. His rough but warm hand made you took a deep breath. You were glad how he acted in this situation, not leaving your side, contrast, making you calm and relax. “He needs people around him. He can’t do shit without them. Includin’ you.”

While Butcher touch was giving you calm, Homelander’s one was giving treat. If there was any other person on your sit, except Butcher, they would freak out right now. Homelander’s aura was so heavy to carry for most of the people but not you.

Homelander bent over ‘till his mouth touched your left ear. You didn’t move. You even didn’t flinch to this closeness. Unlike feeling nervous, you felt some strange feelings on your chest, like excitement. Like liking this closeness but you shouldn’t have, especially Butcher was right in front of you, making you feel guilt for liking any second of Homelander’s touches last. Why you felt like this was wrong due to your relationship with Butcher even if you didn’t name it. You weren’t at a stage to give a name on it anyway and inner voices of your mind were telling you that you wouldn’t put a name no matter how much you wanted. William Butcher’s heart was belonged to his dead-wife. Still.

Homelander’s very close voice caught your attention from your thoughts to him, “However, you are different.” He sounded genuine. “You are not the rest of them, a bunch of useless individuals who calls themselves as hero.” He shook his head negatively, “No, no, no. You are not like them.” Somehow he was different. He was so open with you right now and he was being sincere about his thoughts. “You are much more like me.”

“No, you are not.” Butcher added.

“They are not able to understand your power. But I do.” His two fingers held you by chin, lifting you head up to make your eyes meet with his shiny blue eyes. Butcher’s face was no longer in your sight but you felt how his hands run from your hand to arm. His other free hand touched you from your thigh. Both of them were so fucking close. They were touching you with different motives. Homelander’s motive was to make you focus on him more, and his liking on touching you wasn’t a secret. On the other hand, Butcher’s motives were blurry for you. You couldn’t tell why he was became this possessive about you after Homelander’s touch on your chin.

Even though you wanted to deny, their touches didn’t irritate you, instead, you liked both. What a sick situation you were in. Aiden would freak the fuck out if he was here.

However, he wasn’t. There was no one in this huge room except you and two men whose touches were burning your skin alive.

With hearing your heart’s new fast beat rhythm, Homelander smirked, “We are the only one who can understand each other.” Why his words sounded true? “You and I. Together, we can make a great team.” He was asking you to take place on his side, permanently, and the one which the whole world would know. He was asking you to be his right-hand man, maybe more than that.

“That cunt is lying, Y/n,” Butcher’s voice got your attention from Homelander’s both beautiful and attractive face to him. Wait, did you find Homelander attractive? What the hell was going on with you?

You took a deep breath while Homelander’s didn’t move even an inch, still making his hot breaths hit your pink colored face, and holding you from chin, gently this time. His blue eyes were traveling on your heated up face. From this close, you could see your own reflection from his eyes.

You wanted to break free from his touch because Butcher’s heavy breaths were filling your ears, trying to take your attention. “He will get rid of you as soon as you done something wrong like he did to others.” Was this true? Were you some doll for him to use ‘till you become useless like rest of them? Even if logical side of your brain told you Butcher was telling truth, a deep and low voice hit other facts to your face; facts that you wanted be different in Homelander’s eyes.

You had to get out this situation, “Homelander –“

From your voice tone, he understood that you were going to say no. That’s was when he shush by saying, “No, no.” He smiled, caressing your chin, still gently to your surprise, “I will give you time to think and you will think.”

When you didn’t respond, his hold became stronger, “Right?”

You wanted to say ‘no’. You wanted to say him that you couldn’t do this to Butcher and the boys. You shouldn’t.

However, you couldn’t say a single word to him as a negative respond. You just nodded, making him put a proud and succeeded smile on his face. Butcher’s hold on your body lost their full force. You didn’t want to upset him. But there was no logical other way to get rid of this situation any sooner.

“I will inform Ashley when you come with an answer to me.” He was thinking you was going to say ‘yes’ after your inner discussion. “Don’t make me wait, Y/n.” He said, and with one last caress to your chin, he straightened his posture. You had to look up to see his face. He smiled at you. Then, he left the room slowly. You waited ‘till hearing his flying from tower to somewhere else which was about 4 minutes at total.

After hearing it, you took deep breaths. Butcher was no longer touching you, instead, he was standing in front of you, looking at your face with an unreadable expression like always but it felt heavier this time.

“I –“

When you began to talk in such guilt as he heard as well, he nodded, “Not now.” He said, “We will discuss it when we reach the flat. Now, we have to act according to plan.”

With his last warming looking about closing this case right now, he began to walk towards doors, you behind him.

Questions were biting your whole mind with their hunger, but one of them was eating you alive; why you both felt guilt and love at the same time. Guilt for the man who was your safe and calm zone and love for the last person you should be with in the whole world.

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