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Something New (The Boys Drabble)
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Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open
Summary: Slapping Billy doesn't go the way you think it would.
CW: slapping, rough sex, name calling
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It wasn't necessarily an accident, but it wasn't on purpose either. Billy had been up in your face for the last twenty minutes telling you what a filthy whore you were for him with his dick buried balls-deep in your cunt. He was that mean kind of dominant that you lived for deep down— your best well-kept secret. 
But he was getting a little too mean, a little too cocky, and you'd slapped him. Not hard, mind you. Just a little wake-up call to snap him out of it. And the look he'd given you? Sent chills of pleasure down your spine. He stopped thrusting to look at you, a wide, massive predatory grin spreading over his features. 
"That's how you want to play, eh, love?" Punctuated with a brutal thrust right into your g-spot. "You slap like a girl. Do it again. Harder."
Your hitched breath had given way to a yelp at that hard thrust, and that cocky glint in his eye had you clenching around him tight. You slapped him again, a little harder this time. Billy shook his head and tutted comically with his tongue. 
“You call tha’ a slap, do y’ah? Pathetic.” 
You grunted with frustration, but the harsh slap to your clit that he gave you stopped that right in its tracks. You slapped him once more, hard. He groaned, eyelids fluttering with pleasure.
“That’s more fucking like it, love,” he growled, gripping you by the hips and slamming inside you over and over, not caring about the way your entire body began to shake with the pleasure of your oncoming orgasm. 
“Once more love, eh? One more and you can fucking cum like the pathetic little whore you are,” he grunted, panting and fucking himself into you so harshly you were worried about bruising on your lips. Not that you could really think about the ramifications of that behind the fuckdumb haze clouding your thoughts. 
Between your pants and mewls of pleasure, you managed to land one more hard slap to his cheek and Billy snapped, surging forward to bite down on the join between your neck and shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood. 
His hips jack-hammered against your cunt and between the relentless stimulation of your g-spot and the bite on your shoulder, you came. Roiling waves of pleasure made you scream out his name, your body jerking like a pornstar possessed. 
You couldn’t control the way you moaned and jerked against him, and when he finally pulled his teeth off your shoulder, his eyes were practically black with desire. 
“My little fuckslut, eh? Yeah, tha’s right. You know what you are,” he grunted, pressing a hand down on your chest as he got closer to his own orgasm. “Been fucked absolutely fucking dumb, haven’t you?” 
You nodded mindlessly, overstimulation starting to set in. 
And then he finally came, his chest rumbling as he fucked his cum into you. His head rolled back with pleasure as he finally let go, and the way his fingers squeezed against your chest had you grunting too. 
Fuck, you think you’ve discovered something new about yourself today. 
And possibly something new about Billy, too.
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𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 (pt. 9)
(Soldier Boy x Female Reader)
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(masterlist)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your main goal while you’re riding with Butcher is to make sure you can get Ben back no matter the cost. After getting to Grace Mallory’s last known residence, you hope you can find what you’re looking for. The sooner you’d find Ben, the better off you’ll be.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cannon level violence, nothing to explicit. Alternative ending to the final episode of season three in a way, or an alternative version of the aftermath rather. Hope you all enjoy!
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You could hear the way Butcher was grumbling obscenities to himself all throughout the car ride to get to Grace Mallory’s home. You didn’t catch all of it but you knew Butcher wasn’t exactly thrilled to be going back to a place where he was unwelcome. It surprised you since you assumed he got used to the feeling of being unwelcome considering his record.
“You know, you aren’t the only one in the car. You sound like a psychopath talking to yourself when I’m right here.” You said as you continued to look out through the windshield.
“I just don’t get why you’re going through all this trouble for a guy who’s willing to kill children like Ryan just to get to his goal. What kind of heartless bastard is he?” He asked, glaring at the road and you shrugged a little.
“And you were completely fond of Ryan when you found out he was the spawn of your wife’s rape? A spawn of Homelander? Don’t tell me the thought hadn’t crossed your mind, so that argument is kind of unfair to Soldier Boy.” You commented and you heard Butcher continue to grumble.
“That’s a different bloody story. Becca didn’t ask for any of that shit to happen to her. She went missing for so many years and I had no fucking clue what happened to her. Hell, there were times I thought she was dead.”
“Soldier Boy is my Becca. You went a handful of years without her. I’ve gone decades without Soldier Boy. And he didn’t ask to be taken to Russia, didn’t ask to be robbed of the opportunity to raise his own son. Who knows, if Soldier Boy really did raise Homelander, maybe he wouldn’t have turned out to be such a dick.” You continued.
“I hardly think Soldier Boy is really as helpless as Becca was though.”
“That’s not what I’m saying.. Yeah he’s strong and for the most part he can take care of himself if you take the damned Novichok out of the equation. No, he’s not as helpless as your wife was. And I’m sorry for your loss and I hate to hear what happened to her. Maybe that wasn’t exactly the best example.”
“You think?” Butcher muttered as he started to turn on a certain road.
“Okay, okay. Bad analogy. Maybe it would be better like this… The same love Becca felt for you? The way she loved you is the love I feel for Soldier Boy.”
“Oh now you’re comparing me to Soldier Boy? Thanks, that’s such a bloody compliment to be compared to the cunt.” He said and you sighed.
“Well, all I’m saying neither of you are perfect. You both have your flaws. Like a shit ton of flaws and no one in their right mind should care for either of you. Both of you have blood on your hands whether you wanted it or not. But Becca accepted you, flaws and all. She knew you’re far from perfect and she wasn’t blind to the fact that you’re not exactly the greatest guy on the planet, but her love for you was still strong and unconditional. And I love Soldier Boy even with all of his flaws and mistakes.”
Butcher was silent for several moments while his gaze remained transfixed on the road ahead of the two of you. You turned your head and looked out of the passenger window.
“He really wasn’t a bad guy in the beginning. Arrogant, sure. But he never wanted innocent people to get hurt. He just got suckered into Vought’s trap like a lot of Supes do. They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions after all. And after a while, I guess he, like most supes, lost a lot of their morals somewhere along the way…” You said.
“He was telling me about that. Just before we were on the way to fight Homelander.” Butcher finally spoke again.
“As much as I don’t like what Annie said about Soldier Boy, and as much as I think she grew a little bit self centered for it, I’m still glad she stepped away from Vought when she did.” You spoke as you remembered that Annie was still the one that gave you that unreleased photo of Soldier Boy.
“I can tell her heart is still in the right place, so there’s hope for her yet. She’s just got a bit of growing up to do.” At this, Butcher only hummed.
You sighed a little, ready to get out of the car. It felt like you had been driving for most of the day, but really it’s only been about two or three hours, “How much longer ‘till we get to Mallory’s?”
“Won’t be too much longer.” Butcher said, starting to get short again.
When you glanced over, you saw that he wasn’t in the right shape and you noticed that something seemed to be leaking from his ear. Your frowned a little.
“Is that from the temp V you’ve been taking?” You asked and pointed at your own ear.
Butcher glanced at you and he touched his own ear. He glanced down at his fingertips and muttered a curse as he wiped the residue on his pants. Lovely.
“Yeah.”
“You must’ve taken a lot of those doses, huh?” You asked.
“Eh, mistakes have been made. I’m just glad the Kid didn’t take anymore. It would’ve killed the little fella.” He insisted.
“So… what made you protect him? Isn’t that kind of out of your character?” You inquired, which caused him to shoot a glare at you.
“I’m not that bad of a guy either ya know. I’m doing this with the whole, Hell with good intentions thing you were talking about.” He commented as he looked back at the road.
“But anyway.. Hughie reminds me a lot of somebody I knew.” He finally answered your question after a few minutes. You smiled a little to yourself, knowing Butcher couldn’t have been that bad of a guy deep down.
“Friend?”
“Family member… brother.”
You frowned a little, getting the feeling from the way Butcher went stoic with his facial expressions that something bad must’ve happened. You glanced down at your hands, “I’m sorry.”
“Ain’t nothing to be sorry for. Only thing that can fix anything is a Time Machine at this point.” He told you, though the comment didn’t make the frown leave your face.
“So how long do you have left?” You asked, getting the feeling the temp V may just be costing the man his life.
“Doctor’s say I’ve got about 18 months, that’s if I’m lucky. Which so far in life, I haven’t been so lucky.”
“I’m sure Hughie may be able to help you find some kind of cure. Plus you’ve got Frenchie who’s apparently one Hell of a chemist.”
“I haven’t told the lot of them yet. And I don’t plan on it.”
“You know Hughie’s going to be crushed if you don’t say anything to him and he finds out some other way.” You reminded and Butcher shook his head.
“I got him wrapped up in this mess from the start. I’ve dragged all of them through the trenches, so most of them may even be glad to hear I’ll be dead and out of their lives for good.” Butcher said.
“That’s awfully pessimistic of you.” You replied and he gave a slight shrug.
“It’s the truth though. Not much helpin’ that one.”
You looked out of the window again when the conversation didn’t go any further. But then after a few minutes, the two of you made it to a house that must’ve been Mallory’s. Butcher pulled into the driveway and the both of you got out of the vehicle.
“Look’s like she’s not here.” Butcher said when he noticed there weren’t any vehicles, and he remembered this was the last place she was when she was still looking after Ryan.
“Still, she’s bound to have some sort of notes, maybe even a computer so we can look through her emails and see what we can find. If she’s not here, there are always other ways to find out where she’s keeping Soldier Boy.” You insisted, hearing Butcher sigh you walked up to the door.
You noticed there’s a padlock on the door and you lifted a brow as you tried to think of what sort of codes to try. As you started to press some of the buttons, you heard the shattering of glass. You stood upright and looked around, but the next thing you knew, Butcher was opening up the door from the inside so you could come in.
“You’re in a rush, right? Let’s get this over with. Pressing buttons and solving puzzles won’t get you anywhere fast.” He said and you smirked a little.
“Let’s see what we can find.”
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Ben woke up yet again feeling drowsy as Hell. He honestly had no idea at this point how long it’s been since he’d been taken. He stopped counting the hours, especially since he couldn’t when he was blacked out some of the time because of the damned gas or whatever they were putting in him.
He felt drained, but at this point it wasn’t a new feeling. It was still a humiliating feeling though. When he finally opened his eyes again and glanced down ward, he saw someone was drawing blood from him. As much as he wanted to move his arm away, he couldn’t because they put more restraints on his arms as a precaution from last time he was able to get one of his arms free.
“What have the results been so far?” Ben could hear a familiar voice question.
He slowly looked over and saw Grace was standing behind the woman taking his blood. The bitch looked even worse up close. He couldn’t say anything though. Mask and all.
“Nothing. I’m getting to understand why the Russians just put him away. Pretty much nothing can kill him and we aren’t making much progress with finding any other weaknesses.”
“And you’re taking his blood, why?” Mallory inquired.
“We’re hoping to see what kind of genetic weaknesses he could have and we need his blood to do some tests for that.” The doctor said.
Ben winced when he felt yet another needle in his arm and he assumed they were taking more blood from him. He tried to jerk his arm away but that did nothing to help him.
“What other procedures will you be performing in the meantime while you wait for the blood tests?”
“We’ll be seeing different ways the Novichok and maybe some other vapors can effect him. Maybe we can use that to kill him rather than using the radiation like they did in Russia.”
That sounded like it would be a painfully slow process. All the Novichok did was make him feel sleepy, almost like an anesthetic. But if he were to die in his sleep, Ben supposed he’d take that over a painful and torturous death.
“You know, maybe we can save some of the blood. If we can use his genes, maybe we can make a different hero. One that’s better than Homelander. Raise him up to take Homelander down.” Mallory suggested.
“Work for us? They’d be labeled as just another super terrorist or supervillain or whatever the term is. Are you sure that would be a good idea?”
“If we can shut down Vought once and for all, then anything would be worth it.”
Ben couldn’t stand for it. He wouldn’t let his DNA be used for someone else’s experimentation. Especially not after the last child turned out to be such a damned disappointing excuse to be called his son. He wouldn’t let that happen again.
“No…” He managed to speak and Mallory looked over at him.
“No what? I don’t think you have much control over what we do here.”
“Do not.. make another kid. Not like that bitch Homelander…”
Mallory heard the comment coming from Soldier Boy. She was almost amazed that he could even gather up the consciousness to form a sentence with how much Novichok they were gassing him up with. She hoped he wasn’t growing some sort of immunity to it. That would be disastrous.
“Trust me, Soldier Boy… if we do find a way to make a child from your DNA, the last thing we want is another Homelander.” She said, but she could tell the thought wasn’t comforting to the fallen hero. Not that it was intended to be a comfort anyway.
“It won’t be like you or Homelander. Maybe it’ll be even stronger than Homelander’s so called son, Ryan.” Mallory shrugged and that was when her phone began to buzz.
She pulled her device from her pocket and looked down, realizing there was an alert from her last residence.
Her eyes widened when she saw the security footage. It was not only the familiar face of Butcher breaking one of her windows to get into her house, but he was working with none other than Quake.
Grace could see from the phone they were looking for something. When Grace watched you look through her office area and she saw you open up her laptop, her stomach dropped. She didn’t know how quickly you’d be able to find this lab, but Mallory knew it would only be a matter of time before you’d be on your way here.
“Keep him sedated.” Mallory said as she turned on her heel while she was about to walk out of the door.
“What’s happening? It’s not like he’s going anywhere.” The doctor said and Grace looked back at Soldier Boy.
Once they made eye contact, Ben knew something must’ve happened. He smirked when he saw a glimpse of weakness in Grace’s eyes, a glimpse of fear.
“We may need to move him. My last location’s been made.” Grace said and walked out of the room.
The smirk remained on Ben’s face as he looked back up at the ceiling. If his assumptions, his hopes even, were correct… you’d be there to get him out of this Hell-hole in no time.
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You saw the information on the laptop screen and you smirked before you looked over at Butcher who was just looking over your shoulder.
“I take it you’ve found it?” He asked.
“Yep. Let’s head out. If I know Mallory and her security plans… she may already know we’ve been here.” You commented and wrote down the address. Then you folded the paper in your hand and stood upright.
“We need to move now before she tries to move Soldier Boy.” Butcher nodded before he turned on his heel and headed for the door that’s been left open.
With that, you and Butcher both left the house and rushed to the car because the two of you could hear sirens in the distance. Mallory must’ve sent some kind of security to her home or something because of the break in so now it was time to haul ass.
Neither of you really bothered to buckle up and Butcher started the car and drove off. Meanwhile you grabbed your phone and started typing in the address on the GPS so Butcher could head that way.
You could tell Butcher was speeding with how you felt like you were about to sink into the seat as he took off. The sirens were close for a moment but as Butcher drove the sirens started to sound like they were getting further and further away.
Once you put the location in the GPS and put the phone on the little phone stand, you looked in the passenger mirror, “Do you think we lost them?”
“Ain’t no tellin’ so we may have to take advantage of our other precautions… check the glovebox.” Butcher told you so you opened it up and saw a gun.
“Let’s hope we’ve lost them.” You said, not sure of your aim with a gun and if you could get their tires or if you’d end up missing them and hitting someone else. Boulders you could handle, guns? Not so much.
But unfortunately, you could hear the sirens again and they were gaining on you pretty fast. You looked in the passenger mirror again and you felt a little uneasy.
“Quake, you’re gonna have to use that bloody thing if they get any closer to us. And from the looks of it… they’re coming pretty quick.” Butcher said and you looked down at the gun in your hand.
“Aim for the tires and you should be fine..” You whispered to yourself and you made sure the safety was switched off and you carefully got out of the seat and tried to steady yourself, though it wasn’t so easy since the road was starting to get a little bumpy.
You leaned out of the window and faced behind you. Sure enough, some cars were gaining speed behind you. You tried to steady your breathing while you lifted the hand that was holding the gun and aimed forward for their tires.
You pulled the trigger the first time and flinched when you heard both the gunshot and the tire blow on the first car. Your eyes widened when you saw the first vehicle struggle to keep control and they went off the side of the road.
“And you thought your aiming was bad. Now knock the dust off those other cunts.” Butcher said from the driver’s seat and you nodded to yourself and you pulled the trigger again, then again, taking care of the other two cars. You saw as the front of the two cars met and you could tell they were totaled with the way the airbags went off.
You felt a hand at the back of your shirt to pull you back in, though you realized it was just Butcher. You thanked him and switched the safety back on the gun and put it back in the glovebox. You ran a hand through your hair before you glanced over to the phone, looking to see how long it would be until you’d get to your destination.
“You think Soldier Boy will still be there if Mallory knows we’re on the way?” You questioned, trying not to doubt now of all times.
Butcher shrugged, “We’ve already made it this far. We won’t know if he’s there until we get there.”
After about ten more minutes, you finally arrived at your destination. Butcher went for his little black bag and you knew the V was in it. You put a hand over his and he looked at you.
“What?”
“You’re already dying. Don’t make the process speed up. The only supe that’s in there is Soldier Boy and he’s incapacitated.” You said and you reached into the glove box and pulled the gun out.
“Stick around for Hughie for as long as you can.” He looked at you with an oddly soft look, uncharacteristic of him and you didn’t like it but you could tell he was at least trying to let your words set in. You knew he cared for Hughie a lot, and he was kind of the only voice of reason Butcher seemed to have. It kept Butcher human in a way.
But you couldn’t be sentimental much longer after that.
The both of you got out of the car and they already knew you were coming. Some of the guards were already holding up their weapons and you raised up your hands as a wall of rock and dirt appeared between you and Butcher and the guards. Then with a pushing motion, the wall you created plunged forward and knocked all of the guards down.
When that happened, you already started to feel a little lightheaded. You supposed you weren’t completely at full capacity after the incident at Vought’s tower. But you couldn’t focus on that right now. You had to get Ben out of there. The sooner, the better.
You lifted a boulder and you threw it into the door, breaking a gaping hole into the building and you and Butcher came in. Butcher started shooting at even more of the guards. It was nice to know that even if he didn’t have much of a choice in this matter, he still had your back to a certain extent.
When you caught a glimpse of some people rushing down the hall across your path and you had a feeling you ought to follow them. You bit down on your bottom lip before you started running into that direction.
“What’s happening?” You heard someone call.
“It’s Soldier Boy. He’s trying to break free again. He’s already snapped the leather straps on one of his arms again.”
“Who the hell was watching him?!”
You didn’t care to hear the rest of that conversation because you knew they’d try to get Ben back into that vault. So you followed them and you slammed your fist against the floor.
“W-What was that?!”
“Quake! She’s here!” One of the scientists said and when you looked up you saw the look of terror on their faces. You smirked a little before you put your hands in the crack in the floor you created before you pulled your hands apart, thus splitting the floor open and they fell into the hole. You left it opened so they could at least try to get out on their own.
Then you ran to the other end of the hall, desperately looking for any sign of Ben.
You could feel something tickling your nose and rolling down and as you ran, you lifted a hand to your nose and looked down. You noticed the blood. “Fuck, not now.”
You shook it off and you rubbed your nose before you continued running. That was when you ran past a window where a light was beginning to glow. You opened the door and you saw that some scientists were frantically trying to keep a mask over Ben.
“Ben!” You exclaimed and you caught a glimpse of his gaze. Your eyes locked and then you diverted your attention to the scientists who were working but some of them went to you and they were coming towards you.
They were trying to corner you and you glanced around to see what exactly you could do but then you saw a scalpel. You picked it up and you started stabbing the scientists. As they cried in pain while gripping their arms or sides, you lifted another hand and twisted your wrist a little to try and take a chunk of the wall closest to them and you pushed them out of the room.
The last two scientists that were once hovering over Ben were coming at you. But then your vision was starting to get blurry no matter how hard you were trying to focus as they were coming at you. One of them tackled you to the ground and you were trying to fight them off with the scalpel.
One of them managed to take the scalpel from you and they held it up against your throat but then before you knew it, they went flying somewhere and you thought you heard some kind of crash. Sounded like one of them landed on a table or something, but you couldn’t really be sure.
But when you looked up, you saw Ben was the one hovering over you.
“Y/N, come on. Wake up. You can’t black out now.” You could hear his voice, hearing a twinge of concern and you knew he was right. This wasn’t over yet.
You could tell from the slight strain in his voice he must’ve gone through some sort of Hell of his own these past couple of days. But you couldn’t focus on that right now. It was getting harder to focus on anything but you started to get up and you felt Ben’s hand grip your arm as he basically dragged you up from the ground.
“How are you feeling?” He asked you and you nodded your head slightly, not wanting to move it too much because you felt like your head would explode if you did.
“Fine. Let’s get out of here.” You said and as you were rubbing your eyes to try and get them to focus again, Ben must’ve taken one of the doctor’s scrub pants because when you opened your eyes again, he had a pair of those light blue pants on and some poor guy was sitting there with nothing to cover his lower half.
You and Ben rushed out of the room and you could hear some gunshots.
“Come on, we have to find Butcher.” You said.
“Wait, you brought that asshole with you?” Ben asked.
“Ben, I had to. He was the only one that I could get to tell me where Mallory lived so I could even find this place. Can we talk about that later?” You said.
The two of you began running and that was when you saw a glimpse of Mallory trying to get out of the building and you glared, “Oh Hell no.”
Just as she made it outside, you rushed outside as well. Then you lifted your hands and several boulders appeared from the ground and you used them to crush each and every car that the woman could have possibly used to escape. There were about six vans, three cars, and two cargo vans that must’ve been used for the equipment they used to torture Ben. Every one of them were nothing but useless car parts now.
You saw Grace look back at you before she tried to run off and you clenched your fist and pulled your hand to yourself. Just as you did, the earth rose up and grasped Grace before pulling her to yourself. You rotated your wrist and the earth moved to make the old woman face you.
“I thought of all people, you’d know how much Soldier Boy meant to me. You even worked with me to bring Vought down just to prove they were the ones behind his whole so called death charade. To think you’d be one of the ones that would try to take him from me again.” You said and Mallory looked at you.
When we figured out what we needed to, we would have given him up.” Mallory said and you scoffed.
“If it were up to you, you would have given me a rotting carcass.” You continued.
“How far did you get, huh? What exactly have you found?” You asked and she shook her head.
“I haven’t found anything other than the Novichok because of Frenchie.” She said and you glared as you tightened your fist, causing the earth to act as an iron maiden, threatening to pierce the old woman’s body.
“I swear! Radiation does nothing but strengthen his energy blasts. Vapors just act as an anesthetic to keep him stabilized. That’s all I know.”
“Good… that’s the last thing you’ll ever find out about him.” You promised and with a snap of your fingers, the spikes went through Mallory’s body. She didn’t even have the chance to scream before the life left her eyes.
When you released the earth’s grip on her body, she plopped to the ground almost like a sack of potatoes. She was nothing but a bloody mess with holes in her clothes where her wounds were.
“Y/N! What did you do?!” Butcher called out.
When you turned around, you saw both Ben and Butcher walking forward. But everything that’s happened in the last several moments took a lot from you. The blurriness returned and that was the last you remembered.
Ben’s eyes widened when he saw you start to fall and he started running to you.
“Fucking Hell.” Ben said as he caught you just in time, knowing you must’ve overdone it. Your recovery time must’ve gotten longer since the tower. This whole rescue thing didn’t help at all.
“She bloody killed Mallory!” Butcher exclaimed and Ben glared.
“Like you’ve never killed anyone before.” Ben reminded.
Ben noticed Butcher went over to the woman and watched as Butcher sighed a little.
“She was ready to see her family though. She’d been ready for a long time.” Butcher said and Ben just let out a hum, not really interested as he looked down at you.
He put his hand on the pile point in your neck and let out a breath of relief. Then, Ben looked over at the building that had kept him the past several days. He carefully laid you down on the ground for a moment before he focused his energy to his center again. Afterwards, the next thing he knew there was another explosion and the building and everything inside was destroyed.
“You’ve gotten better at that, haven’t you?” Butcher said and Ben looked over at the man in the coat.
“I guess.” He said before Ben turned his attention back to you. He knelt down at your side before he took you into his arms again and he stood up. He felt the way your body leaned into his chest and he was honestly glad you found him. But he needed to get you some place safe so you could recover.
“You think she’ll be alright?” Butcher asked as he walked over but Ben could sense the sort of caution Butcher had.
“You know I’m not a ticking time bomb, right? Yeah, she’ll be okay. Just need to get her somewhere safe so she could rest up.” Ben said.
Butcher rubbed the back of his neck. A part of him didn’t want to help Soldier Boy since he would have killed Ryan if he had the chance, but aside from the threat you made, you were alright for a supe he supposed. You weren’t his favorite person in the world, but you did promise to keep Soldier Boy accountable and you said you’d stay away from everyone’s families if you got Soldier Boy back.
“Come on… I know a thing or two about stealing cars. I’ll give you a card and you can get her to a hotel to rest up.” Butcher said.
Ben looked up at Butcher, almost wondering if this was some kind of joke or if this was some trick. Could you blame him for being hesitant when the man turned on him back in the tower?
“Why? I didn’t kill Homelander and Y/N killed your little friend.” Ben said.
“If she can keep somebody like you in line when you can’t be killed, then we need her around. The world does. Just don’t let anyone here catch you around. Especially MM. He still wants to kill you.” Butcher said.
“Now are you coming or not?”
Ben was still skeptical about this whole thing, but he knew he didn’t have any other choice. So he nodded and he carried you out to Butcher’s car and the three of you rode somewhere to try and steal someone’s car from some gas station or something.
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Ben was sitting down beside you on the bed while you rested. By that time, Ben had already used the card to buy himself some clothes so he wasn’t wandering around in scrub pants. He was wearing some t-shirt and some sweatpants and he had some socks on his feet.
Other than that, he hadn’t left your side. He wanted to make sure he was there for you whenever you’d wake up. Although he knew it may take a little longer than he wanted to. Still, it had been several hours since the both of you left Mallory’s little lab or whatever. It couldn’t be too much longer now, could it?
He gazed at your figure and he reached out to brush a stray hair away from your face. Then he moved to reach for the remote on the night stand so there would be some kind of background noise rather than the silence.
Ben looked over at the television and noticed some trailers for some new movies were out. He rolled his eyes a little. There were times where he got really tired of seeing supe movies. So Ben used the remote to try and find something worth watching. Then he saw a black and white film, something that took him back in time.
He recognized Clark Gable and Doris Day on the screen and it made him smile when he was able to at least recognize those faces, even if they weren’t exactly his favorite actors. The movie was apparently called Teacher’s Pet when he saw the title on the screen before it flashed away.
Ben started growing a little more interested in the old movie, there was something about it that felt more familiar to him. Maybe it was because it was something from a familiar time.
“You know, I loved Clark Gable back in the day.” Ben heard a familiar voice say and when he looked down, he saw your beautifully colored eyes opened and on the screen.
He smiled as he turned the volume down since the television switched to some adds now and he turned to face you, “You’re awake.”
“How long was I ou-“ He interrupted you with a kiss, unable to wait any longer.
He could hear you chuckling against his mouth and he slowly pulled away and he looked down at you, “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing…. I’m just glad to see you too.” He heard you say and he grinned before he cupped your face in the palm of his hand.
“You over did yourself again.” Ben stated.
“Twice.” You answered.
“I know. You wanna tell me about the tower?” He asked and you shook your head a little.
“Not much to tell. You went out the window, I went to panic mode that switched to some kind of rage mode. I’m surprised I was awake right after. I looked for you but realized I hat to run. Found some abandoned building to crash in and I crashed there for a while. The first two days I felt like I’d puke if I even thought about standing. By day three I was able to at least walk.” You said and Ben sighed.
“You really shouldn’t use your powers for a while.”
“Since when did you become a doctor?” He heard you ask and he saw your smile.
“I’d make a pretty shit doctor. But I’d rather not watch you black out again.” He admitted and you nodded before he felt you move closer to him, so Ben wrapped an arm around your smaller frame.
“What about you? How are you feeling?” Ben heard you question and he smiled a little. But then he remembered some pain killers or whatever other kind of drugs Butcher handed him before he went back to his little group.
“I’m fine. A hell of a lot better now that I’m away from that place. But here, take this. Butcher said it’s supposed to help with whatever migraine you might get.” He said and handed you some water and a couple of pills.
He watched you sit up and you took the pills before you started drinking some water.
“How long have I been out?” You finally asked him and Ben shrugged a little.
“Several hours.”
“So… what do we do from here?” He heard you ask and he chuckled a little.
“I thought you would have thought about it a little more. What’s the situation with your house? Couldn’t we just go back there?” Ben asked but then he watched you shake your head.
“No, Vought got to it and destroyed pretty much everything. Honestly, I think our best bet may be leaving the country.” You admitted and Ben frowned at that idea.
“You really think we have to go to that extreme? Mallory remained off the radar for several years and so did you, and you were able to stay in the states.” Ben stated, you hummed a little.
“Yeah, but I’m not sure if I can go into hiding again so soon. Who knows if Vought has people all over the country looking for me. Maybe even you if word were to get out that you’re alive.” You said.
“You act like Vought’s got a shit ton of snipers crawling all over the place.” Ben sighed and you shrugged.
“Who knows… you never know what Vought has up their sleeves. And I really don’t want to stick around and find out.” You said.
“If we’re out of the country for at least a year, maybe two. That way Vought thinks we’re out of the picture and it opens some sort of door for us to come back. You know they’re all about their fake deaths for supes they lose or force into retirement. Until then, maybe we can travel. It could be really fun.” You continued.
“Traveling.. might sound alright for a while. At least until things quiet down a bit. People already think I’m dead because of Vought I’m sure.” Ben commented and he watched you nod, confirming his statement.
“So where do you think we should go first?” You asked and Ben felt you place a hand on his own, causing him to grin as he intertwined your fingers.
“As long as we aren’t in Russia, I’ll be happy.” Ben reminded.
“Well, I kind of figured that would be a given… what about Ireland?” You suggested and Ben thought about it for a moment.
“You know what? I think that sounds like a great idea.”
Ben watched the way you smiled softly and he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead while you snuggled closer to him. He looked down at you, loving the fact that you were in his arms again.
“Thank you.. for coming and saving me.” He whispered and you hummed softly.
“Ben, that’s not anything to thank me for. When you love someone, you’d do anything to make sure they’re safe. I lost you once when you went out of the country, then again at Vought when Queen Maeve pushed you out of that window. I couldn’t lose you again after I just got you back.” You insisted.
Ben’s gaze softened. If he wasn’t mistaken, that may have even been the first time you said you loved him, even if it was in some sort of descriptive way. He knew you loved him based on the letters you’ve written him over the years, but he’s never heard you actually say it.
“God, you’re nothing like Crimson Countess, are you?” Ben chuckled and you rolled your eyes.
“I don’t think I could hate you nearly as much as she did.” You replied, he hummed as he looked down at you, observing your features.
“My world would crumble if you hated me half as much as she did. Then it would completely disappear if anything were to happen to you, if I lost you.” He admitted.
There was a change in the dynamic between the two of you in that moment, a shift in the atmosphere in a way. It was something the two of you hadn’t been able to sit and relish in ever since he came back. The two of you had been so preoccupied with his mission of killing the members of Payback, then the Homelander fiasco, then you rescuing him from Mallory’s lab.
“You know… when I woke up and heard the TV… a part of me wondered if everything that’s happened this past week and a half has been a dream.” You admitted.
“How do you mean?” Ben said gently.
“I mean… You’ve been gone for so long… I spent years in my house writing all of those letters. I’ve spent countless nights dreaming of what it would be like if you were to come back. This whole endeavor… A part of me thought after Mallory’s lab, that was just the end of another dream. A part of me wonders if I’ll ever get over the surrealism.”
Ben chuckled, “You really must’ve worn yourself out if you’re still thinking it was all a dream after this whole time.”
“Well, Ben… why don’t you show me how real all of this is?” You asked him, then a smirk started to appear on Ben’s face.
“With pleasure.” Ben said as he leaned down for a kiss. A kiss that would surely take your breath away and show you that this was reality. That this would be your new reality for the rest of your life and that you’d never lose him again.
After so many decades of being away from Ben, you knew what it was like to wander the earth as if you’d lost your other half. You knew how it felt to be so alone for so many years. You’ve felt out of place for so long but with Ben in your grasp again, you felt whole, complete. It was a happiness you hadn’t felt in so long and you were glad you finally had the man you loved beside you again and you couldn’t wait to see how the next several decades would treat the both of you.
It would certainly be an adventure, one you were more than eager to share with Ben for the rest of your life.
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knucklescum · 2 years
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Motel Room - Billy Butcher x fem!Reader (The Boys)
Pairing: Billy Butcher x fem!reader (The Boys)
Word Count: 1719
Warnings: Swearing, implied smut (i was too pussy to actually write it lmao), ONE BED FIC!!! also you wear one of his shirts… 
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Last time, it had been with Hughie. The time before, M.M. 
And now here you were, stood in the doorway of yet another shitty motel room as Billy fucking Butcher threw his bag onto the bed.
The bed. Singular.
You don’t even attempt to hide your annoyance as you shut the door, letting out a loud sigh.
“Come on, love.” he says, turning to you as he shimmies out of his coat. “I’m not that bad, am I?”
A scoff escapes your lips as you drop your duffle bag onto the desk, shaking your head as you remove your hoodie.
You fold your jumper up, placing it gently over the back of the desk chair as Butcher falls onto the mattress with a content hum.
“Not so fast, dickhead.” you say, your voice a dry laugh. “I’ll help you make a ‘lil bed on the floor.”
You lean over him, not even attempting to catch his eyes as you snatch up one of the pillows, throwing it onto the floor.
“I’m sure your coat will work as a blanket,” you say, tilting your head innocently, although your smirk tells Butcher all he needs to know.
“What,” he starts, sitting up on the edge of the mattress as you lean against the wall. “- makes you think I’m giving up this bed, sweetheart?”
He tilts his own head, mocking you with a similar shit-eating grin to your own.
“M.M gave me the bed. So did Hughie, you know,” you pause. “Like gentlemen?”
“Oh I’m the gentlest of them all, love. I’ll even give you a little cuddle if you fancy,” he smirks, nodding his head at you.
“Get fucked,” you whisper, quickly arming yourself with your jumper and launching it at his head.
To your dismay, he catches it with no problem, throwing it to the floor alongside the pillow.
“Now hang on a second, princess,” Butcher says, bringing a hand to his chin in faux confusion before pointing a finger at you. “Hughie told me you two shared the bed?”
Of course he did.
“Well, yeah,” you sigh. “I wasn’t going to let him sleep on the floor now, was I? He’s fragile.”
Butcher can’t help the small chuckle that slips out of his mouth before his face hardens again.
“So why am I sleeping on the floor?”
“Because you’re a cunt,” you say, flippant as you turn back to your bag, rummaging for your wallet. “I’m going to get a snack.”
“Grab me a-” you slam the door shut, ignoring Butcher and whatever request he may have had.
The cold night air was refreshing. You had spent an awfully long time just staring at the vending machine, any excuse to get away from that warm, tiny room where Butcher was, maybe, waiting for you.
In fairness, the vending machine was in serious need of a restock: the only things left were a singular packet of skittles and a redbull. 
“Fuck it,” you whisper to yourself as you input the code for the skittles, and then the redbull before finding the perfect spot on the side of the building for a good lean. Maybe it was the result of some kind of long forgotten trauma, or just a part of your being, but you’d always found that a nice, cold wall always brought you back to reality.
You cracked the can open, your back flat against the wall as you took a sip of the drink.
To this day, you weren’t entirely sure why being alone with Butcher made you so tense. The two of you met just after Becca went missing, when Butcher started his ‘mission’. From day one, he’d got under your skin - his snide remarks, his nicknames, the way he treated the other guys. But there was another side to him that, albeit unintentionally, he had let slip from time to time. He was genuinely funny, weirdly sweet - especially to you and Hughie, and he always had your back.
And you couldn’t deny the fact that you’d felt his eyes on you, occasionally. When you’d get out of the shower in the hideout wrapped in a towel, on hot days when you’d stroll out of your ‘room’ (a flimsily curtained off section of the basement) in just an oversized shirt. You were certain that you’d caught him watching you, but you know he would never admit it.
Quickly, you down the last of your energy drink before tossing the can into the bin, making your way back to the room. 
You’ve barely shut the door when Butcher jumps up from the bed, a wash of worry across his face before he quickly replaces it with his usual teasing expression.
“What were you doing out there? Foraging for a kitkat?” he asks. 
In the time you were gone he’d removed his boots and folded your jumper back on to the chair, as well as returned the pillow back to its spot on the bed. 
“This is all they had,” you say, throwing the bag of skittles vaguely in his direction as you tuck your wallet back into your bag.
He lets out a sigh as he opens the packet, immediately tipping half of the contents into his mouth.
“Save me some, asshole!” you exclaim.
After your internal battle at the vending machine, you give into your exhaustion and flop yourself on the bed, spread like a starfish directly in the centre. Pulling your eyes closed, you hear Butcher shuffle around the room and - is he undressing?
“Butcher, what the f-” you shout in a whisper, sitting up and keeping your eyes on his face, afraid to move your eyes anywhere else, just in case.
“What? Can’t a man change into his fucking jim-jams in peace?” he utters back to you, his voice a breath louder than yours.
“Jim-jams?” you mock. “Jesus christ, Butch.”
“If I’m going to be squished into this bed with you, I at least want to be fuckin’ comfortable,” he says, raising his hands in defence.
“There’s always the floor.”
“Fuck off, sweetheart,” he says, turning his back to you to pull his pyjamas on. 
When the two of you eventually look back to each other, it’s hard to stop your eyes from roaming over the entirety of his body. He’s ditched his shirt all together, donning only a pair of baggy, plaid bottoms.
“What?” he says as he returns to the bed, pushing your limbs out of the way as he parks himself on top of the duvet. “I saw Hughie’s, thought they looked quite nice.” He turns to face you, a questioning smirk on his face. “Is that alright with you?”
You nod your head before resting it back onto the pillow, sinking into the mattress as you become increasingly more aware of just how close you are to the man.
The two of you remain in your weirdly comfortable silence, your breaths becoming softer as you start to relax.
That is, until Butcher interrupts you.
“You’re sleeping in jeans?” he scoffs. “Get your fucking PJs on, love.”
You bring your hand to your face, rubbing your forehead before you sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and pushing yourself up onto your feet.
“You had your shoes on in the bed too? Mad fucking woman,” he utters, shaking his head as he watches you cross the room to your bag.
“I’m tired, alright? Fuck off,” you sigh.
Holding yourself up on the desk, you slide out of your trainers before turning your back to Butcher.
You feel around in your bag for a top to wear to bed, your hand meeting the soft material of one shirt in particular.
Shit.
Ignoring the feeling of the imminent questioning, you wrestle the shirt out of your bag, placing it on the side before removing your own top. Despite facing away from him, you can feel Butcher’s eyes on your bare back as you undo your bra, a small, satisfied hum escaping your lips as your tits fall freely.
Of course, he can’t see your front, but you’re sure he’s imagining.
Quickly, you pull the shirt over yourself, beginning to fasten the buttons when you hear Butcher’s breath hitch.
“Is that my shirt?” he says, his voice low.
“It’s comfy,” you shrug, shuffling out of your jeans before turning back to face him.
“I’m well aware,” he whispers.
Your eyes meet his almost instantly, his pupils large and dark, remaining focused on yours with each step you make closer to the bed. Closer to him.
He shuffles slightly closer to his edge of the bed, so much so that your skin doesn’t even brush his as you crawl back into the bed.
“I’m not going to bite you, Butcher,” you laugh, nodding your head for him to scoot closer. “Come on, you’re going to fall off the bed.”
He nods in response, moving maybe half a centimetre closer before stopping again.
“Jesus fucking christ, you can touch me, Butcher,” you sigh, making yourself comfortable on your side of the mattress. 
“I don’t want to hurt you, (y/n).”
“Oh.”
You and Butcher were very obviously not on the same page.
Your mind starts to race. He wants to touch you? Wait, fuck - he said your name! How long has he wanted this? Do you want this? Of course you do. You’ve wanted this for a while.
“You have no idea how much I want you, sweetheart,” he whispers. “I-I’m always thinking about you. It’s stupid, I know. You’re you and I’m, well, I’m a fucking state-”
You cut off his ramblings with your lips on his. There’s no sparks, no fireworks, but fuck it feels so right. 
He kisses back instantly, scooting closer to you, your chest brushing against his. A few seconds pass before he pulls away from you, a never ending distance between you once again.
“Sweetheart, I can’t. I’m too old - you’re too young to be messing about with someone like me,” he whispers, his dark eyes boring into yours.
“Stop denying yourself,” you utter. “You’re Billy fucking Butcher.”
In an instant, his lips return to their place on yours, his beard a soothing scratch on your face.
“You’re fucking right I am.”
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s-elkye · 6 months
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Starliiiiiight my beloveeeeeed
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ishomieokay · 2 months
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You know how Homelander at one point talks to Supersonic in Spanish? Logically, I think it's entirely possible that he just memorized all the words like the loser he is.
Buuuuut I do love considering the possibility that Homelander is actually bilingual bc Vought thought it would help his ratings or smth. He hated every. single. second. he spent at Spanish class.
It was boring and hard, and the teachers kept hitting him on the hand with a ruler every time he pronounced the hard R wrongly. He killed many of them.
That's lowley also why he was so pissed off when he heard Ryan speaking Spanish the first time.
Also, I think the parallels between Homelander, a white blonde with slightly racist views unwillingly learning Spanish, and Supersonic, an actual Latino who can't speak a word of it, would be goddam hilarious. They could have been a great duo 😭
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aliciab85 · 9 months
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Enemies on screen but all smiles at Comicpalooza.
Jack Quaid & Antony Starr
Comicpalooza Houston 2023
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swanpyart · 2 years
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Here's some Homelander doodles~ Antony Starr's facial expressions are to die for
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jencsi · 5 months
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No but the dream I had which was a combo of Intelligence and The Boys, with Marg as Lillian Strand and Elisabeth as Madelyn Stillwell, had me thinking of the power these characters exuded separately but can you imagine together? 🤯
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Little Kreature (The Boys Drabble)
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Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader (only indicator for gender is the phrase 'atta girl') / requests are open
Summary: The mission goes well and Butcher's found a surprise for you.
Fic type: fluff (gore mentions).
The Boys: (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
"Oi, love," you hear Butcher call from the other end of the hall. "Come take a look at this, eh?"
You roll your eyes but do as you're told, wandering down the hallway, streaking your fingers along the walls and trailing them through the blood that was splattered up and down and all the way across the eggshell-white walls. Well, they were eggshell. Hmm. You think you like red better.
You reach Butcher, giving him the side-eye when he gives your ass a slap and an accompanying "atta girl."
"What, Butcher?"
He nods his head towards the opened door, and what you see when you look inside has your jaw dropping open in shock.
"Don't you say I do 'nuffin for y'ah," he groused, checking down the hallway to make sure no more guards were coming up the stairs.
It's almost startling, seeing the spotless room when you've just waded through the guts of about twelve people splattered across every surface you could lay your eyes on. Yeah, you were the one who gutted them all, but still. What could you say? It was a gift.
But right there, sitting on the edge of the bed, was a puppy. A little speck of a thing, all soft-eared and floppy-skinned. He was precious, and the way Butcher was looking at you- you knew he'd already decided you could keep the thing.
"Oh, aren't you a precious little baby," you cooed, wiping the blood off your hands and onto your jeans before you reached out for the puppy to sniff your hand. His little head flopped to the side and you just about melted right then and there.
"Oh, Billy, look at him," you pouted, turning around and showing your boyfriend-cross-boss-cross-situationship the baby in your arms.
"Yeah, yeah, cute little cunt, ain't 'e?"
When you stood there content to coo at the thing for another however long, Butcher grunted, fingers shifting around the trigger on his handgun. He wanted to leave now that you'd taken out the Vought exec and her guards. Clearly, she was a fan of dogs. It almost made you feel a little guilty. Almost.
"Right love," Butcher said, deciding you'd both dicked around long enough. "Let's get this show on the road, eh? We don't want to be here when they send more supes to figure out what's happened. Grab y'er pup and let's boogie."
"Sir yes, sir," you replied with a flirtatious wink before making your way back through the blood-soaked home and out the door where MM and the others were waiting for you, guards and mission all but forgotten.
Now you only needed to pick a name for your little friend.
"How about Kreature?" You asked the pup as Frenchie opened the van door and ushered you inside, Butcher hot on your heels.
"Whatever you want, love," came Butcher's voice, assuming you'd been speaking to him.
Kreature it was, then.
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maarigolds · 2 years
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I have no idea how the hell meave survived that fall after being depowered and also I don't give a fuck. She's alive, she's in love, and she's living her best cottagecore life somewhere very far from homelander. That's all that matters.
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mlmxreader · 2 years
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Language | Billy Butcher x gn!reader
Anonymous asked: hey! may i request a butcher fic where reader (gn) signs like kimiko and they're in love w butcher but have no idea he has feelings for them as well, so one day reader just breaks down for some reason (angst!!!) and signs to butcher how much they love him but he'll never know, thinking he can't understand. but then he reveals he actually knows what they're saying bc he cares so much for them he started picking up on what each sign meant and then he also confesses to them <3 hope i make sense lol
summary: you and Butcher have no idea how much you love one another, until a bad day finally gets you both to admit it. 
tws: swearing, mentions of fighting 
word count: 1027
The Boys were fine with you using sign language, they always had been, even if it meant that Mother’s Milk was the only one who could actually understand, as while both you and Kimiko both used it, it was two different languages; Mother’s Milk would translate for you when it was needed, but when it wasn’t, you settled for just texting the group chat or writing on a bit of pen and paper. It was easy, if you were honest, and they all made sure to accommodate it when and where they could, although it was sometimes a bit hard - when fighting Supes, it wasn’t exactly easy to find a piece of paper or to pause the fight so that you could send a text. But when and where they could, The Boys always made sure that you and Kimiko had what you needed in order to communicate; Billy, although you were sure he didn’t understand a word of your language, was always double checking everything to make sure that you had the ability to communicate when and where you could. 
It was a shame, really, as during your time with them - joining the little group after they had found you kicking the shit out of The Deep in the middle of town - you had developed feelings for Billy more than anyone; as much as you loved them all, you had a different place in your heart for Billy, but you couldn’t tell him - you thought about writing it down, or texting it to him, but neither seemed like a good option. So you stayed silent, convinced that he never felt the same anyway. 
But Billy had other ideas, he cared for you, a lot, a lot more than he wanted to ever say, a lot more than he ever wanted to admit or confess to; he wanted to make it known to you, but he wanted to do it in your own language. So he started studying the signs, and putting two and two together; he secretly learned it bit by bit, and kept a notebook on his person at all times where he wrote down what sign meant what. He kept a closer eye on you when you were talking with Mother’s Milk, making sure he was getting the signs right; it did help, though, that after a fair bit of time with you, he was picking it up anyway. He was picking up Kimiko’s, too, but he wasn’t trying as much as he was with you - he would make up any excuse to sit close enough to you and Mother’s Milk when you were talking, just so that he could see, properly, what each sign was. He was sure he got half of it wrong, but he was at least trying. 
You were starting to break, though, spending every day with the man you loved and convinced that he would never look twice at you, you were starting to break; you were convinced that he didn’t care about you in the same way that you cared about him, you were certain that if you ever did tell him, he would scorn you and he would throw you out, he would leave you where he had found you and wouldn’t even hesitate either. You were sure of it, and as you watched some actually quite decent, although it did seem awful from the teaser, rom-com that starred Gerard Butler on your phone, you could feel the tears in the corners of your eyes, welling up to the point where everything became a big wet blur; you dropped your phone on your bed, pulling your knees up and burying your face against them as you wrapped your arms around your calves to keep your legs up, your body shaking as you tried to cry quietly. Why were you so fucking stupid? Why did you have to fall for Billy? He would never love you, not in the romantic sense, never in the romantic sense. He would never care about you like that. He would never want you as his significant other. 
The world started to melt away, drowned out by your quiet sobs and your wet gaze, and you didn’t even notice it when Billy knocked on your door gently; he had heard you crying, and he had wondered what was wrong. But you didn’t answer. He let himself in, and sat beside you. Assuming it was Mother’s Milk, you leaned into his side, and cried softly until he gently pulled your head up, enough that you could look into his big brown eyes; Billy frowned, swallowing thickly as he dared to wipe the tears from your eyes. 
“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”
You shook your head, pushing yourself away from him. 
“C’mon, (y/n), it’s me,” Billy sighed. “I know I’m a fuckin’ cunt, but I ain’t that bad, am I?”
You sighed, swallowing thickly as you dared to slowly sign, “I fucking love you, but I know you’d never wanna be with me. I know you’d never fucking care about me like that, even though I love you enough that every fucking rom-com I watch, I think of you.” 
Billy smiled, though, which caught you off guard, and he cleared his throat. “Right, I dunno if this is gonna be right, but watch.” 
He started to sign, “I love you, too, I picked up a little of it. I’ve been drinking it.” 
You furrowed your brows, shaking your head. “Drinking it?”
Billy nodded, pulling out his little notepad and showing you what he meant; you grinned, shaking your head. You gestured for him to give you a pen, and when he did, you scribbled something down on the page. 
“You said drinking… you meant studying.” 
“Oh, fuck,” he grumbled, shaking his head. “So what’s studyin’, then?”
You showed him, shaking your head before you smiled at him. “But, you love me?”
“Yeah,” he signed back with a nod. “A fucking lot, actually… be my…” 
“You want to be my boyfriend?” You signed, tilting your head to the side, and when he nodded, you moved close enough to kiss his forehead. “I’d like that.” 
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daughterofcain-67 · 1 month
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𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 (𝚙𝚝. 8)
(Soldier Boy x Female Reader)
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(masterlist)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After destroying the Vought tower, you’re a wanted criminal and you’re still determined to look for Ben. After finally getting a lead, you go to the only group of people you knew had connections to your lead.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of torture, slightly mature, I think that should be it? There shouldn’t be any spoilers to the show in this chapter.
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It’s been three days since you’ve destroyed the Vought tower. Three days since Ben went missing and you were doing everything you could to stay hidden from public eye. There was still no sign of Soldier Boy, Vought has pronounced him dead since apparently they had some sort of backup residence. So the fact that you destroyed the tower nearly meant nothing.
It killed you to watch the civilians destroy Soldier Boy’s statue. Vought painted such an ugly picture of him, Starlight ruined everything he stood for. All of the good that he used to do was now diminished and forgotten. It kill you to see the downfall of it while Vought still remained.
You were glad that they didn’t have quite as big of a tower, that a lot of their supes were at a loss. To you that was enough, even if they still had backup computers and another establishment somewhere. It was enough to know that you showed people that even the original tower could be broken down to nothing.
Still, you remained hidden to the best of your abilities. You could see the news reports that people were speculating you had come out of retirement, that you were a force to be reckoned with and killed on the spot since you were on the side of Soldier Boy. Which inevitably meant Vought, and likely Butcher and Annie’s group wanted you dead as well.
So you were on your way to the only place you knew you could crash even if it was for a night or two if it hadn’t been completely destroyed already. You just needed a place to regain more of your strength and you tried to refrain from using your powers a lot these past few days.
The amount of power you used when you took down the tower, it should have killed you when the building fell. You were surprised you were still alive, but you still felt weak as Hell. Today was the first day you were really able to stand on your own two feet without having to take a break.
As you walked, you recognized the area all too well from the amount of times you’ve driven to and from this place.
Home.
When you saw your cabin, you noticed that it was in fact destroyed. It must’ve been Homelander judging by the patterns of the arson, the two lines that looked that they came from a set of eyes, Homelander’s eyes.
You weren’t surprised to see your home was destroyed, unfortunately, but you still had to see if there was still anything you could use inside of your bunker. You always had to have a backup plan after all. Working with Soldier Boy and Grace Mallory taught you that you always needed a Plan B. So you made sure you had one whenever your house was built.
You didn’t even have to open the door to your home because the doors were already destroyed. When you looked around you saw that it looked as if your house had been flipped upside down. A Train must’ve come in looking for anything and everything that could’ve been used against you or Ben. They more than likely wouldn’t have found anything since you had everything hidden.
You stepped into your living room, or what used to be your living room anyway, then you put your hands together in front of you before slowly parting them. As a result, the floor in your home began to split and it revealed a metal compartment with some keypad that had required a password for entry.
You popped a squat and entered the code before the metal slid open almost like an elevator but it had a stairway leading downward. You stepped inside and the door shut behind you.
Inside of your bunker, you had some relatively high tech that was almost the Vought equivalent. The lights turned on automatically and the computers powered on with a simple flip of the switch. You walked further inside and you let out a sigh as you sat down in one of those swivel chairs and you sat down in front of one of the computers.
You did the first thing you can think of since you had this amount of technology and you used the system installed on your computer and you tried to see if there was any way to get any footage of Ben after the explosion, before the building went down. You weren’t too sure if it could be done, but you’ve seen Hughie work his magic on the computer once or twice, so you tried to commit that to memory and do what you could.
You just had to know where Ben is, and this was the starting point.
The bad news was unfortunately for you, Vought’s systems were practically impenetrable. You couldn’t get in so you did the next best thing. You managed to get into the government systems, when you worked with Mallory and you got some of the passwords for the surveillance systems. That was where you managed to get some sort of lead from one of the neighboring buildings.
There were multiple camera angles but you clicked on the one that caught your eye when you thought you saw a familiar man in uniform. When you saw Ben, he was walking away from some sort of ally that was beside the Vought tower. You smiled when you saw that he was at least still alive. Maybe a little out of it because of the intensity of his blast, but he was alive nonetheless and that was all you could really ask for.
Then, you noticed that when Ben looked back at the building and he realized the building was rumbling, he started to run back inside but before he made it to the building, a black van drove around and some people captured him and they put something over his face and they drove off with Ben before he had the chance to break free.
You paused the footage and you tried to see if you could get any clear sight of the license plate on any of the angles.
Luck must’ve been on your side for once because on one of the other cameras you got a clear shot of the license plate on the black van and you zoomed it in. You opened up a new window and looked for the system you could use to track down license plates. The results you saw were a little less than surprising.
You did a little digging on the van and the drivers and found out that Grace Mallory was behind taking Ben away. Your brows narrowed as you started following the van through whatever surveillance footage was available.
“Of course she’s behind this…” You muttered.
Butcher must’ve somehow survived and told Grace where to find Soldier Boy. Surely they had something to do with it.
Once you ended up losing the van, you didn’t see where the van went other than some back roads. But with the last set of footage, you were able to tell where Ben was last located, you recognized the name of the road.
All you had to do was find a map and figure out the different paths that road lead to and from there you could pinpoint where Ben was taken, where Mallory had some sort of lab or cabin or whatever she decided to keep her experiment hidden from Vought and the government.
You wrote down the street name where that camera was located before you closed the tabs. Then you opened a new window to look at some maps to see what the surrounding areas were.
“I’m coming, Ben… just hang in there for just a little longer.” You whispered.
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Ben felt so miserably groggy as he slowly started opening up his eyes only to realize he was bound.
No… not this again. He couldn’t go through this Hell all over again and he started to try and break free. But again, he had some sort of mask over his face. Whatever was filling his lungs was making him unbearably weak and he hated this.
His eyes were about half opened as he started to look at his surroundings. It looked like it was another fucking lab.
“No…” he muttered beneath the mask but that was when he started to hear some muffled voices.
As he looked over he saw there was some sort of looking glass, people were observing him like he was some sort of lab rat, a guinea pig of sorts. But he recognized one of them. She was all shriveled up now, but he recognized the face.
Grace Mallory.
It felt like eons since he last saw her in Nicaragua. Time didn’t really do her much justice, and Ben couldn’t exactly say he was happy to see the bitch considering the circumstances he was in.
The two of them made eye contact and she was the first to look away as someone was speaking to her. Some younger guy that Ben didn’t recognize.
“What happens when Quake finds out where he is?”
“She won’t find out. And we’re going to keep it that way.” Mallory reassured.
“But you saw what she did to Vought’s tower after Soldier Boy was thrown out the window. And you know better than anyone that when Soldier Boy was first pronounced dead she tried everything she could to get to the bottom of it. What if she figures it out and finds us?”
“She won’t find out, especially if you keep your mouth shut about it. Not many people know he’s here and I’d prefer to keep it that way.”
Wait… what happened to the Vought tower? Ben moved his head and gazed up at the ceiling as he tried to remember what happened before he woke up here.
He closed his eyes, hopefully that would help Ben remember if he shut his eyes and tried to visualize. He remembered Butcher and Homelander. He remembered a brat, his own grandson, using his laser vision he inherited from Homelander and kept Ben from completing his task. That snot-nosed kid ruined the mission. They were so close to completing everything and Ben wouldn’t even be in this situation.
Then Butcher turned the tables on him all because he didn’t want Ben to attack the brat. That weak son of a bitch.. worse than Homelander.
He remembered glimpses of the fight in the tower, then he remembered pieces of the building fly. Then something seemed to go blank after that. He couldn’t really remember the details but he remembered waking up outside of the building only to realize it was rumbling.
Ben remembered the way the building seemed to drop a few levels and that was when he remembered wanting to go back in after you. He remembered being worried about how much power you would lose and how weak you’d get if you took down the building.
The realization hit Ben like a train and he flexed his muscles as best as he could as he tried to break out of his restraints. He had to find you. He had to make sure you were okay after a massive catastrophe like that. It must’ve drained the hell out of you.
“Raise up those numbers of the Novichok. We don’t want him escaping.” Mallory said through the speakers.
Ben was able to get one arm free but then some nurses came in to try and hold him down, one of them kept the mask over his face while one of the other scientists turned some sort of knob to raise the amount of Novichok that would go into his system.
When that happened, Ben started feeling weaker all over again, like his own strength was fading but he was still conscious. It just felt like he was so drowsy that he couldn’t move. He could feel one of the scientists rebinding the restraints on the arm that broke free.
Suddenly he was being injected with something. It felt like his entire body was being set ablaze and all he could do was grind his teeth to keep from screaming. He couldn’t give Mallory the satisfaction of seeing him suffer: he wouldn’t.
He could still hear the voices from the observatory, discussions the protocols they would need to put in place in the event you showed up at their front door.
Ben remembered when he was in Russia, the hope he had that his former teammates would save him. He remembered the hope that Countess would come for him because you wouldn’t have known where he was taken. Now he wondered if you would be the one to find him after all. It gave him some sort of encouragement that Grace feared your arrival and she had to make the plans even if she tried to reassure everyone you wouldn’t be coming.
But at the same time… Ben didn’t know how much more of this he could take. He didn’t think he could stand for this for another several decades. He didn’t know how long Mallory intended to keep him here before he would start wishing they really would find something to kill him.
A man could only take so much… even if they were deemed the strongest man to have lived.
When this dose of radiation did nothing, Ben felt something else get injected into his arm and this thing felt different from what the Ivans had. He didn’t know what Mallory’s scientists were using but this felt more intense.
Ben couldn’t help it this time when his scream escaped past his mouth. The injection felt like the fire was engulfing his body and like a thousand blades were cutting into his skin all at the same time. That was when he felt the familiar feeling started rising up in his chest as it started to glow.
He couldn’t hear the voices anymore but from what happened next, Mallory must’ve told her doctors and scientists to stop with the injections so he wouldn’t turn the place into a pile of ash.
It was at that point where Ben started to see black, the experiments beginning to take the energy out of him along with the Novichok.
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Your heart was racing as you drove to Butcher’s last known residence. He would know where Mallory lived, and you were going to make sure he would tell you exactly where she was.
You knew how risky it was to make an appearance in the city again, and you were determined to keep a low profile.
However, Butcher was the one that got Ben into this mess, and you were going to make sure he’d get Ben out of it whether he liked it or not. You warned him of what would happen if something happened to Ben or if there was a chance anyone would double cross Ben. Now it was time for Butcher to pay the consequences.
It was tricky business to keep a low profile. You could see your face all around on news screens, warning people about you if they saw you and out call a certain number you knew would be connected to Vought somehow. But if this was what you had to do to get Ben out of trouble, you were willing to go through anything.
When you made it to the building ‘The Boys’ used as their office, you took in a deep breath. It was a fairly quiet night and from what you could tell, no one knew you were around. Otherwise a supe would be coming after you, you were almost positive of that.
Fortunately for you, when it came to the building’s security, you had found a map of the place when you were in your bunker at home so you knew which corners to avoid so you’d have the advantage.
Honestly you were surprised the government or Vought hadn’t shut down your systems, but you knew it would only be a matter of time before they did. And by then, you were hoping you would be out of town with Ben, maybe even out of the country - which at this point it was preferred by you to travel out of the country.
You found your way inside the building and stealthily walked up the stairs and you walked into the room.
As soon as the group saw you, they all went for their weapons and Starlight’s eyes went gold and the lights began to flicker. You rolled your eyes.
“Relax. I’m not gonna destroy this building yet.” You said and held your arms up, then you pointed your finger at Annie while your hands remained by your head.
“But if you keep messing with the lights like that, I may have no choice but to turn this place into rubble too.”
Hughie looked over at Annie for a moment and shook his head, “It’s not worth it, Annie. A lot of us are still recovering from the destruction, and personally I can’t handle another one. One leg’s already broken, I don’t want to break the other.”
Annie glanced over at MM who seemed to agree with Hughie before she said and her eyes went back to Norman as she put her hands in her pockets, “Well what do you want?”
“My business is with Butcher.” You said and the whole room looked over at the man in the long black coat. You could tell he was looking rough and you could imagine it was from so much of the temp V he injected into his system.
“You look like Hell.” You said.
“And you’re wanted. Any one of us could call you in.” Butcher replied and your brow arched upward.
“You know you wouldn’t have a chance. You got Soldier Boy into this mess, Hell all of you got me into this mess too and I didn’t ask for it. You owe me.” You said, Butcher grumbled before Annie spoke up.
“You expect him to help Soldier Boy? After he nearly killed us all? After you nearly killed us all?” You glared at the blonde as the building rumbled.
“Another word out of you and I swear you won’t survive the next earthquake.” You threatened.
“Annie? Why don’t you help me come up with a list. The place needs groceries after all.” Hughie said as he got up, using his crutches.
“No. She thinks just because she can destroy buildings and shit she can push us around?! Soldier Boy was going to kill so many people if we didn’t do anything. I’m glad we stopped him.” Annie said and you scoffed.
“You didn’t stop shit.” You said and you walked over to her, meeting her gaze. You could tell the entire group was on the defensive when it came to you but you didn’t care.
“Let me tell you something, Kid. I’m not saying Soldier Boy is a perfect hero. Hell, even I know he’s far from perfect. Honestly, I don’t blame Payback for being so eager to betray him. Soldier Boy was a shitty leader and I don’t like a lot of the things he’s done. But I know for a fact he didn’t kill so many people on purpose.” You began but as soon as Annie went to start talking again, you continued over her.
“He has PTSD, you blonde bitch. And when he blacks out, that’s when the catastrophes happen. It is out of his control. If you were tortured for several decades, prodded, burned, tortured as people tried to kill you, wouldn’t you have some serious mental shit going on? And if you had an episode and destroyed some buildings or took away people’s power, do you think it would be fair for people to be calling you a bad guy for something you had no control over?”
“This isn’t about me. It’s about him.” Annie said and your hand turned into a fist and you punched her right in the mouth.
“It’s been about you the moment you started talking about Soldier Boy like you knew him personally, like you knew everything he went through and decided to paint him as the villain here! It became all about you ever since you tried to take a stand against The Deep! You try to act innocent, you can pretend like you’re made of gold and practically untouchable, but the moment you stepped through Vought’s doors you became as fake as all the rest of them, you became just as self absorbed as Homelander.”
“I’m nothing like Homelander! I quit The Seven for a reason.” She said.
“Keep telling yourself that, kid. But it doesn’t change the fact that Soldier Boy didn’t deserve to have you talk about him the way you did, and he didn’t deserve to be taken. Soldier Boy did not harm anyone on purpose and deep down, you know that.” You glared.
Annie was shockingly speechless but Hughie tugged on Annie’s sleeve and motioned for her to leave with him. That was when you turned to Butcher and you pointed at him, “And you. You got him into all of your bullshit and you’re going to help me get him out.”
“And why the Hell would I do that?” He asked and you crossed your arms over your chest.
“Because if you don’t, I’ll stay true to my word. You’re lucky I haven’t followed up on it yet, and if you were smart, you’d help me to ensure I won’t have to.” You reminded Butcher and he looked over at his group.
“Butcher, don’t do this. You know what kind of man Soldier Boy is. You saw what he was willing to do to Ryan.” MM said, trying to convince him to stay behind and leave you to search alone.
“If I don’t do this, she may go after Ryan. And she threatened the rest of you if we ever crossed Soldier Boy… She could come after that daughter of yours.” Butcher said, causing you to roll your eyes while they acted like you weren’t in the room.
“If you help me then I won’t be coming after anyone. Families included.” You promised and you looked at MM. Then you sighed a little.
“I know how badly you want Soldier Boy taken away, I know how much you want him dead because of everything your family has gone through. I know you hate Soldier Boy with everything you have in you, but you can’t live in that hate forever. Your daughter shouldn’t have to go through the same things you did while you were growing up.I just want to take Soldier Boy somewhere far away from here so he can’t hurt anyone else and he and I can move on from everything related to Vought.” You said.
“You know I can’t just accept that so easily. If you know what he did, if you know what I’ve gone through, you know I can’t just let him walk.” MM told you and you shook your head.
“I’m not saying you have to stop trying your best to find what kills him. You can try your best but I really don’t think you’ll find it. And if you do, props to you. I won’t try to stop you from coming and trying to kill Soldier Boy. But I am warning you, Soldier Boy will not be the only one you will be fighting the day you find your solution.” You guaranteed.
“Are you.. trying to cut some kind of deal with me?” He asked.
“I guess in a way, yeah.” You shrugged and walked over.
“Let Butcher help me find Soldier Boy. I’ll take him out of the country and I’ll hold him accountable for anything that happens along the way when we’re out of Vought’s reach. I know how much dedication you have when it comes to Soldier Boy, and I know how much you loved your father and Grandfather. So if you do miraculously come up with something to kill Soldier Boy, you can try and come after him, but again, you’ll have to fight me too.” You reminded.
“But if you do come after the both of us…. I want you to find something that will kill me too. Because I’m not going to lose him for a third time.”
MM stared at you. He was almost shocked that you would ask him to find something to kill you too if he had to find what could kill Soldier Boy. He looked over at Butcher who simply shrugged a little, then MM looked back at you again.
“Fine. I guess that’s as good of a deal as we’re gonna get seeing as how we don’t know what’ll kill the son of a bitch.” He sighed and you lifted your hand, this time to offer a handshake. MM lifted a brow a little before he finally reached out and shook your hand, agreeing to the terms.
Afterwards, you looked over at Butcher.
“Let’s get out of here. We’ve got a surprise meeting with Mallory.” You said and Butcher grabbed his keys to a car.
With that, the two of you began your journey to meet with Grace for what you hoped would be the final time.
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Authors Note:
Hi everyone… sorry this one’s a little short, it’s sort of another filler chapter i know. But things will be picking up again within the next part. Thank you for your support! Love you all! ❤️
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localfairygirl · 2 years
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Nina saying Frenchie likes to be punished because "it turns him on" broke my heart in a thousand little pieces. It absolutely disgusted me how she sees his sexuality (or sexual expressions) as some character flaw or a deranged reflection of his personality. And she, telling all those things to him, in front of Cherie and Kimiko? Can't even imagine how Frenchie was feeling at that moment. She exposing his past traumas and BLAMING HIM FOR THEM? That woman feels like the personification of everything he hates about himself, a living breathing version of all the things his traumatized mind probably tells himself every single day and it's absolutely heartbreaking to watch.
Oh, and Cherie, I love Cherie so much. The way she apologized to Kimiko as soon as she opened her eyes, How she was crying at seeing Serge being exposed like that, How she tried to free herself almost desperately as soon as Kimiko started getting beaten up? She deserves more screen time and I'm completely obsessed with the three of them together now. (fanfic material, please, someone write it)
And to finish this already too big analysis of a single scene, let me talk about how Nina making Frenchie choose between Kimiko and Cherie was such an intense moment, and how him saying "s'il vous plaît", voice broken and full of fear because He Couldn't choose and probably never will, was genius writing right there.
This whole scene hurts like hell and I will never recover from it.
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