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Mouse Mouse Mouse MOUSE. If you ever do a male reader my life is LITERALLY YOURS. Ofc i totally love the non-binary readers(They're all literally so wdbsix. I adore them sm) but a MALE READER?? You'd be like- super-duper ULTRA favorite fanfic author.
(also ofc i mean this super politely and positively. You're still my super-duper favorite fanfic author even if you never do a male reader<3)
(it took me a couple hours to actually send this🤧I'm bad at words)
This is funny timing because I had a long discussion about why I haven't written for an explicitly AMAB reader yet but this storyline I'm considering would be best from that perspective so...Yeah. But, again, although I'm kind of invested, it really depends on if I enjoy Vought Rising. I still have to be engaged with the media :)
Found Family! Supernatural and Teen! Witch! Reader
Chapter Fourteen: Benny
Summary: Benny is accused of killing and draining people. Sam takes matters into his own hands.
Dean and (Y/N) balanced trays of a fast food and headed back towards the impala. (Y/N) opened the backseat door and got it while Dean got in the front. Sam was on the phone as they arrived with food, and he spoke in a hushed voice.
“Yeah. And you’re certain? You sure? Okay. Great. Just, uh, just hang tight till you hear from me, okay?” said Sam.
“Who is it?” asked Dean.
Sam held up a finger to tell Dean to give him a moment. “No, listen to me. I said hang tight.” He hung up and sighed. “We got to get.”
“Can I at least finish my burger?” said Dean, burger halfway to his mouth.
“What’s going on?” asked (Y/N).
“We got a vamp kill—Carencro, Louisiana,” said Sam.
“Huh. It’s been a while since I’ve had some étouffée. Who’s the source?” asked Dean.
“Martin Creaser,” said Sam.
Dean stared at him incredulously. “Sorry, for a minute there, I thought you said Martin Creaser.”
“The guy from the psychiatric ward?” said (Y/N), frowning. “He was…something. Kinda unstable.” That was a mild way of putting it.
“Glendale Springs discharged him last month,” said Sam.
“And he got back on the job? He should be retired, not hunting monsters after a mental breakdown,” said (Y/N).
“He should be assembling toys in a padded room,” corrected Dean. “What’s he doing back on the job?”
“I asked him,” said Sam.
“You what?” said Dean and (Y/N) simultaneously and with identical levels of incredulity.
“Look, he called me when he got out, okay, asked if I had anything for him that might help him ease back into the game,” explained Sam. “He seemed okay—” he paused “—mostly—so I said yes. I’ve had him tracking Benny for the past week.”
“You put ‘mostly okay’ Martin on Benny?” Dean gritted his teeth. “What is ‘mostly okay’ doing hunting at all?”
“Not hunting, Dean—tracking. Observe and report only. I was crystal clear about that,” said Sam.
“And hunters are so good about taking orders,” said (Y/N) sarcastically.
“Wow. I can’t believe that,” said Dean, shaking his head in frustration.
“Really, Dean? You don’t believe that? Because Benny’s a vampire. And any hunter worth his salt isn’t gonna let one just walk around freely. So I had Martin keep tabs on him.” Sam looked at Dean and (Y/N). “And right now, it’s looking like I made the right call.”
“So Martin’s saying Benny did this?” asked Dean.
“Yeah,” said Sam.
Dean paused. “Okay,” he said finally.
“Okay?” repeated Sam.
“If Benny’s in Louisiana draining folks, we should look into it,” said Dean, starting the engine. “But while we’re there, we keep Martin and (Y/N) separated. They aren’t a monster, but Martin won’t get that.”
Sam grimaced. That was true. And he couldn’t let (Y/N) get hurt.
(Y/N) touched their necklace and frowned. Back to hiding it was. Martin couldn’t find out. He was unstable enough as it was.
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Sam knocked on a Carencro motel room door. It opened immediately, and Martin Creaser, still squirrelly and even more white-haired, looked out at them.
“You said look for an eruption. How’s Mount Vesuvius?” He ushered them into his room and locked the door again paranoidly. “I got into town about a week ago. Up until last night, nothing. He’s been clean.”
“That’s a big switch,” observed (Y/N). No attacks and temptations, just straight to killing. It didn’t fit with their experience with magic and how it wanted to be channeled, but, then again, Benny was a vamp. His experience with his instincts was likely different.
“What was he doing?” asked Dean.
“Just minding his own business. Working at the gumbo shack,” said Martin.
“Benny’s working at the gumbo shack?” said Dean, a little surprised.
“Yeah. Slinging hash, pouring coffee—the whole bit. And he may be Benny to you. Folks around here call him Roy,” said Martin, scoffing.
“Martin, you sure you’re running on full charge?” asked Dean.
“Yeah. Little shock therapy in the morning, and—” Martin snapped “—I’m good to go.”
I’ll give him a little shock therapy if he tries anything without proof, thought (Y/N). Or if he tried anything on them.
“Tell us what happened last night,” said Sam.
“So, I followed him home, just like every night. He turned up a path. I hear a scream. I catch up.” Martin gestured wildly. “Then, boom—there he is. The old coot that Roy was eyeballing at the joint—vamped.”
“Wait—did you actually see Benny kill the guy or not?” questioned Dean.
“I saw enough,” said Martin.
“Well, then, how can you be sure it was Benny if you didn’t actually see him do it?” said Dean.
“B-b-because I saw Benny turn up the path, and then two seconds later, I trip over a body with its throat ripped. Look, man, you—you ever hear of Occam’s Razor? ‘Keep it simple, stupid?’ It’s not that complicated,” said Martin, getting irritated.
“There’s a lot of holes, Martin,” said Dean.
“It’s not a great scene, Dean,” admitted (Y/N), frowning.
“This sound like the Benny you know?” said Dean.
“I don’t know Benny, Dean,” said Sam.
Unfortunately, neither did (Y/N). They did, however, believe in not jumping to conclusions.
“The Benny you know?” repeated Martin. “Say what?” He looked at Sam. “Why am I getting the distinct impression that your brother is vouching for a vampire?”
“Guys, let’s not argue,” sighed Sam.
“Nobody’s arguing, but if this is Benny—and that’s a big ‘if’—”
“Oh, it’s him,” insisted Martin.
“—I got history with the guy, okay? I’m not signing up for a witch hunt. I owe him more than that,” said Dean.
“What in God’s great creation could a Winchester possibly owe a vampire? Am I hearing this right?” said Martin incredulously.
He doesn’t know the half of it, thought (Y/N). The Winchesters were starting to learn not all monsters were monsters. “What if we went and talked to Benny?”
Dean, Sam, and Martin looked at them.
“You want to go and talk to a blood-draining vamp?” said Martin.
“Dean and I can handle him,” said (Y/N). “And we can treat this like a case, figuring out who the monster is. We do it right.” They would give Benny a chance to prove his innocence.
“Doing it right would be separating his head from his shoulders,” said Martin.
“Just give us some time, Sammy,” said Dean. (Y/N) was obviously going with him. They were the one who believed Benny could be innocent. Plus, Dean wanted to get them away from Martin in case they had any little incident. He didn’t trust Martin around them. He wasn’t Garth.
“Oh, yeah,” scoffed Martin. “Let the fang take another life? I don’t think so.”
“How much time do you need?” asked Sam. He cared about his siblings. He would respect them enough to give them this.
Martin looked at Sam in disbelief. “You’re not actually considering this?”
“Couple hours, tops,” said Dean.
“And what if it turns out to be Benny?” said Sam.
“Then we handle it,” said (Y/N) firmly.
“Couple hours,” conceded Sam. He trusted (Y/N)’s judgement over Dean’s at the moment when it came to Benny, and they were serious. “No more.”
“We’ll be in touch,” said Dean, heading towards the door with (Y/N).
Martin moved towards them. “Hey. Look—”
(Y/N) narrowed their eyes, and, even though he knew Martin didn’t know about (Y/N)’s magic, Dean almost reached for a gun in case he tried something. (Y/N) opened the door and got out before Martin could say anything else. Dean closed the door firmly.
“You okay?” he said under his breath.
“I’m fine,” said (Y/N). “I can handle him, but I’d prefer that he doesn’t find out.”
“Right,” said Dean. They headed out towards the impala. “Do you think Benny did this?”
“I’m keeping an open mind,” said (Y/N). “I’m trying to be objective, Dean. But I won’t let Martin kill Benny without being certain it’s him.”
That was fair, and that was all Dean could ask of (Y/N). “Thanks, kid.”
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Dean and (Y/N) entered Guidry’s Cajun Café, and they were immediately taken in by a classic diner-style room with the smell of spices in the air. (Y/N) was a huge fan. They sat with Dean at the counter, and a young woman with a nametag that said “Elizabeth” smiled at them. She put down two menus.
“Actually, I already know what I want,” said Dean.
“Let me guess—gumbo?” she said, smiling warmly.
Dean chuckled. “Was gonna be the gumbo till I saw pie.” He pointed at the menu.
“Well, the special’s pecan,” said Elizabeth.
“’Course it is. Let’s do that,” said Dean.
“And for you, honey?” said Elizabeth, looking at (Y/N).
“I will have the gumbo,” said (Y/N).
“Got it,” said Elizabeth. She headed to get their orders.
Dean and (Y/N) looked around the café. Behind the counter, several photographs, old and new, were hung up. Many had Elizabeth at various ages with other proprietors of the family business. One of the most recent had Benny with Elizabeth. Dean and (Y/N) exchanged a look.
“Bad news,” sighed Elizabeth as she returned.
“You’re out of pecan.” Dean sighed. “Story of my life.” He smiled. “Uh, that’s alright. Maybe you can make it up to me. We’re actually looking for an old friend of mine. I heard he’s kicking around these parts. His name’s Roy.”
Elizabeth brightened. “Well, Roy works the night shift here. I mean, if we’re talking about the same Roy.”
“Uh, yeah, he, uh, putts around in a-a beat-up camper. Thing looks like a rolling death trap,” joked Dean.
“Yeah, I thought I was the only one who gave him trouble over that piece of junk,” chuckled Elizabeth.
“Do you know where he’s parking that thing these days?” asked (Y/N) casually.
“Well, he was parking it out back but just called to tell me he’s gone up the road to Mill Creek for a few days,” said Elizabeth.
Huh. A change in habits. That meant something was going on. Whether or not it was draining humans was another question.
“Okay. Did he say why?” asked Dean.
“Oh, fishing, I think. He really deserves a break.” Elizabeth smiled fondly. “He’s been working doubles for the last two weeks straight.”
“Um, listen, I, uh, I tell you what,” said Dean, grabbing his napkin and writing down a few lines. “If he pops up before I can find him, you do me a favor and just have him give me a buzz.”
“Or call us yourself,” said (Y/N).
“Sure thing…” Elizabeth read the name on the napkin. “Dean.”
“And (Y/N),” they introduced themself, and Elizabeth nodded.
“Alright,” said Dean. “Take a rain check on that pie.”
“Can I have my gumbo to go?” asked (Y/N) hopefully.
“Definitely,” chuckled Elizabeth, grabbing a to-go container. She put their gumbo in, and (Y/N) thanked her before they and Dean headed out the door.
Dean took out his phone and dialed Benny. It went to voicemail, and he groaned. “Benny. I got a body here in Carencro with two holes in it, and I just found out you went fishing. Do I need to tell you what this looks like?” He hung up.
“Let’s go and check Mill Creek out,” said (Y/N). They got into the impala and opened up their gumbo to eat it on the way.
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Benny washed his hands of the blood on them. He had finished burying the body he found, and, now, he was left tired, exhausted at the fact he had to do this when—A twig snapped.
“It wasn’t me, Dean,” said Benny, knowing who it was by scent before he turned.
“Now, which ‘me’ are we talking about—Benny or Roy?” said Dean.
Benny turned to face him and eyed the machete he held warily. (Y/N) stood next to him, head tilted as they watched him. The grave they’d seen by the creek was not a good sign that he was innocent.
“I’m just trying to blend in,” said Benny.
“Blend in? Who’d you plant, Benny?” said Dean.
“Victim number two. If you’re concerned about the missed calls, I didn’t want to get you involved.” Benny eyed the machete Dean held. “Now…Want to safety that thing, talk a little bit or what?” He put a hand on his own machete.
(Y/N)’s fingers twitched, and they narrowed their eyes. If he made a move… “We’re listening.” They would handle him if he moved.
“Rogue vamp. Came into the café a couple nights ago,” explained Benny. “Youngster goes by the name of Desmond. He, uh, he remembers me from the good old days.”
“The good old days?” asked (Y/N).
“I know it’s hard to believe, but I haven’t always been this cute and cuddly,” drawled Benny. “He’s chasing a memory. That’s all. He’s crewing up a new nest. He’s hoping I can give him some cred. I told him no.” He said the “no” forcefully, showing how much he dismissed the very idea.
“All right. So far, so good,” said Dean. He glanced at the basic where Benny had been washing his hands. “Let’s get to the part about the blood.”
“Didn’t want to take no for an answer. He’s trying to roust me out, leaving dead bodies in my wake till I sign up,” said Benny bitterly. “Two bodies in two days. No amateur is gonna kick me out of my hometown, Dean. Not this time.” He shook his head.
“Hometown? You grew up here?” said Dean.
“Born and bred. With Andrea gone and you hunting again, seemed like the right time for a homecoming—you two being the only ones who keep all my ducks in a row,” explained Benny. “Went back to my old job at the café. I even found someone to hold myself accountable to. Best kind of someone, Dean. Family.” He smiled fondly.
“Elizabeth,” realized (Y/N).
“My great-granddaughter,” said Benny.
“Really?” said Dean, surprised. “Wow. Does she know?”
“No,” said Benny, shaking his head. “No, as far as she’s concerned, I was just another drifter. I’d like to keep it that way. It’s been tough walking the line here after all those years in Purgatory not having to deal with the hunger.” Benny grimaced. Instincts were hard to fight. “But Elizabeth…She keeps me honest. I finally feel like I got a handle on this thing.”
“Handle on things? Benny, you’ve got two stiffs on your hands and two hunters on your ass,” said Dean.
“Oh, please. The half-wit who found me at the café? I'll take my chances with him,” scoffed Benny.
“The half-wit was sent by Sam, and Sam isn’t someone to mess with,” warned (Y/N).
“I appreciate the worry, but I don’t have time to worry about them. I didn’t think Desmond had an ounce of steel in his spine, but I was wrong about that,” said Benny. “So now I’m gonna do what I should have done two days ago, which is put him back where he belongs.”
“You know there's only one way to do that, right? And that is for you to sit on the sideline while I convince Sam and Martin to go after Desmond,” said Dean. “They see you out there, they don’t care if you’re gonna be collecting for the March of Dimes. They are gonna slice first and ask questions later. You know that.”
“You really think they’ll for that?” said Benny.
Dean sighed.
“Nope,” said (Y/N). “But you’re not hurting people. It’s not fair to kill you.”
“I’ve done some bad stuff,” said Benny. “So maybe it is.”
“Maybe. But I get what it feels like to push your instincts back. It’s tough, and you shouldn’t get killed for trying to do it while someone else doesn’t care,” said (Y/N).
Benny inclined his head. They were both non-human, trying to just live in the world. They understood one another.
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“Let me get this straight,” said Martin incredulously, arms crossed. “I follow your boy down a freaking path and trip over fresh vamp kill, and then you practically catch him in the act of burying a second body, and you’re still taking his side?”
“Vampires pick people off from the outskirts of town, okay?” said Dean.
Martin scoffed.
“Not in the cafes that they work in with their great-grandkids. In fact, killing any human—it’s not his style,” said Dean
“Not his style? Not his style?!” said Matrin.
“He’s helped kill vamps before. Why would he start killing now?” said (Y/N). “It doesn’t make sense to switch up.”
“Monsters are monsters,” said Martin.
Dean narrowed his eyes as he saw (Y/N) shift and touch their necklace.
“Listen, we came here on a dead body,” said Sam. “You asked for some time, and now there’s another dead body. Are we just going on trust here?”
Martin sipped his glass and eyed them over it.
“Yes,” said Dean.
“I think he’s telling the truth,” said (Y/N). “And I don’t have a bias. I don’t know Benny.”
Sam glanced at them. Yes, they did have a bias. They were in a…similar situation. However, Sam was tempted to listen—at least, a little. He didn’t think they were intentionally hiding Benny’s guilt. They were likely just swayed by their own empathy.
“Okay,” said Sam. “Because we’ve killed for a lot less, and you know how these things turn out for us.”
“Yes, I do—too well. In fact, every relationship I have ever had has gone to crap at some point,” said Dean sharply. “But the one thing I can say about Benny—he has never let me down.” Just like (Y/N) had never let him down, he was fiercely protective of Benny for his loyalty.
“Huh. Well, good on you, Dean. Must feel great finally finding someone you can trust after all these years,” said Sam bitterly. Dean’s grudge still hadn’t lifted, and Sam couldn’t help but be hurt. Even if he had messed up.
“All I’m saying is that Benny is innocent,” said Dean.
“No.” Sam stood from his seat. “You’re too close to this.”
“He’s innocent,” said (Y/N). “And there’s a vamp out there actually killing people, and you aren’t trying to find him.”
“He’s probably lying,” said Sam.
“ ‘Probably’ is worth more people getting killed by another vamp while you kill Benny?” said (Y/N).
“(Y/N),” said Sam.
“You’re not gonna find him. And if you do, I’m gonna tell you this. You’ll be lucky to get out alive,” warned Dean. Benny was tough, and he wanted to survive, even if he didn’t want to kill to drink blood. “And you—” Dean pointed at Martin “—you go with him, you’re a dead man—period.”
“These are innocent lives we’re talking about,” said Sam. “And you’re willing to risk that on Benny’s word alone?”
“More people will die if the real monster isn’t killed,” said (Y/N).
“Damn right I am,” said Dean.
Martin swung and hit Dean with the butt of his knife. Dean hit the ground, unconscious.
“Dean!” said (Y/N), fingers twitching, and they raised their hands instinctively.
“(Y/N)—!” Sam’s eyes widened as he realized what they were about to do.
(Y/N) jolted as they heard his alarm, and that hesitation gave Martin a chance to hit them. They stumbled, their head hit the table, and the world went black.
Yeah, I can understand Hannibal I had to put it down a few times, I love Zombie movies bc they stress me out😭😭 and PHM was so good I loved it def recommend it
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I don't know if you're know Poppy Playtime, but the relationship between Borealis and Homelander reminded me of Poppy and the Prototype's relationship (Borealis would be Poppy; Homelander would be the Prototype).
I haven't, but I'm curious to know what aspects reminded you of their relationship
Guys, guys, guys, hear me out, what if I wrote for Vought Rising and did a Soldier Boy x Human! Reader (maybe a masc reader? Or a male reader? Try something new, also I would love to write for queer Soldier Boy who doesn't know how to handle that and the forbidden love element during the time/with Vought) and since the character would still be named "(Y/N)," it adds to the whole "Oh, shit" for Ben when he meets Borealis because they chose the name of the one person he loved but could never truly be with because the world hated them for who they were, same as with Borealis
(Also would totally name the series "See Yourself Become the Hero" since it's the reverse)
See Yourself Become the Villain (Book 2) Chapter Twenty-Three
Found Family! The Boys and Supe! Reader
Platonic Yandere! Homelander and Supe! Reader
(Platonic! Soldier Boy and Supe! Reader)
Chapter Twenty-Three: Instability
Summary: While (Y/N) reunites with their family, Homelander reunites with the Room. Blood is spilled and pain is remembered.
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of abortion, child abuse
Annie felt a bit steadier when she returned to the shelter. While she still felt emotional and likely would continue to become upset the longer that Firecracker spoke, Annie felt prepared to face it head-on instead of cowering. That was the important point.
“Now, y’all heard a lot tonight about who Starlight really is.” Firecracker spat vitriol with a smile. “But you still haven’t seen the true monster behind the mask. And the truth…oh, it is so much worse than you could ever imagine. Oh, no. Six months ago, Starlight visited a clinic.”
Annie stared. Her hands dropped to her sides. Her heart jumped in fear.
“She wasn’t going for a checkup,” continued Firecracker.
“What the fuck?” breathed Annie. Everyone left in the shelter began to look up as they heard the incredulous anger in her tone.
“She found out that she was pregnant.” Onscreen, Firecracker was displaying the medical records with Annie’s name on them. “And she had an abortion.”
“Are those my fucking medical records?” Annie’s voice was strangled, halfway between sobbing and screaming.
“She was raised a Christian,” said Firecracker scathingly. “She knew the difference between right and wrong. She knew exactly what she was doing. So you won’t tell me that those teens over there, that they’re safe with her!”
A tear fell down Annie’s face. It wasn’t grief. It was rage.
“With that baby killer?!”
Annie stormed to the doors.
“Annie, wait,” said MM, standing. Before anything else, though, he heard Frenchie over the earpiece. He’d been caught. MM looked in alarm at Butcher. “Butcher—”
“Fucking hell. Frenchie.” Butcher stood and ran from the room, MM on his heels.
(Y/N) blinked. They were alone. They turned to the TV. They hoped Annie tore the woman with the bad waves apart.
“She could have given it up for adoption,” prattled Firecracker. “But no. She murdered it!”
(Y/N) didn’t understand those arguments. It was barely anything in Annie’s stomach, six weeks as a clump of cells. But people were strange about life and death. (Y/N) wasn’t. Or, at least, they knew they weren’t anymore.
Light crackled, and Annie landed onstage, glowing with her power. She marched towards Firecracker, who grinned cockily.
“So you finally came to deb—”
Annie’s fist connected with Firecracker’s face. People screamed and ran. Annie swung again, and Firecracker hit the ground before she had a moment to even think. While people scrambled for safety and turned cameras on the fight, Annie kept hitting Firecracker, unthinking about everything except for feeling violated and furious.
(Y/N) tilted their head as they watched. Firecracker is pathetically weak.
“Stop.”
MM grabbed Annie’s arm and pulled her back. Annie’s glow flickered, and she faltered.
“Look,” breathed MM warningly.
Annie looked around. Everyone was staring at her. Fearful. Worried. Cowering. Her eyes widened. She had fallen for the trick, the bait, and now—MM pulled her away from Firecracker and offstage, even as her eyes darted around in a panic.
(Y/N) tilted their head as they watched the cameras lose sight of MM and Annie. That was disappointing. It was…good to not kill. But it was disappointing.
They heard sirens, and they looked out the doors. People were going to be arriving. They stood from the desk, and the lights flickered off, obscuring them from anyone’s sight.
The backdoor opened. MM stood there, a grimace on his face. “We need to go.”
(Y/N) nodded and followed him out. They didn’t say anything to Annie, who’s hands shook with the weight of what she’d done so recklessly. They didn’t say anything to Frenchie, who had bruises blossoming around his neck. And they didn’t say anything to Butcher, covered in blood—especially not when the waves had shifted around him.
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“It’s funny,” said Homelander as he stepped into his little white room with Barbara. “I-I remember it being so much bigger. You know why I used to call this the Bad Room?”
“It was just a room, John,” said Barbara. “It’s neither good nor bad.”
“(Y/N) and I would disagree.” Homelander still relished getting to say their name. They were siblings, and they were out there, somewhere, and Homelander would get to have them back. They were his—blood and name.
“Borealis was…a different case than you,” said Barbara. “They were born wrong. We should’ve known they would turn out the way they did.”
“They were born perfect,” said Homelander. He smiled. “I should know. I was there when they were born.” He could still feel the blood of (Y/N)’s mother on his hands. She’d refused to come back to Vought, had tried to run and take away what was his. And so he’d left with only the baby. Perfect, innocent, pure. It was the world that had poisoned them, weaklings like Hugh Campbell and Starlight turning them against him.
“Did you come back here just to torment those people?” said Barbara, breaking him from his thoughts. “Doesn’t that feel a little…a little small? They were just following orders. Dr. Vogelbaum’s, Stan Edgar’s, and mine.”
“Yeah. But they followed them.” Homelander looked at Barbara coldly. “None of them had the backbone to stand up and say, ‘This is wrong.’ ”
“ ‘Cause they were scared,” said Barbara.
“We were children,” snapped Homelander.
“They were scared,” reiterated Barbara. She crossed her arms. “You know, I was there the day you were born. They paid some poor runaway two grand to carry the embryo to term. But you lasered her guts open from the inside. You rose in the air with your umbilical cord still attached, like some creature of myth. Or nightmare.”
Homelander blinked, shifting slightly. He had never heard this story before.
“You killed three doctors and a nurse while you were at it,” continued Barbara. “And then, just trust me, it was downhill from there. So yeah, yeah, everybody was terrified of you, from your first breath.”
“Except for you,” said Homelander.
“Mm.” Barbara didn’t admit yes or not. “That’s the reason we were grateful when Borealis’s powers didn’t show from birth. We had to coax them out at the end, but it was better than a bloodbath. It meant she didn’t know she had the power to kill us. But you?” Barbara shook her head. “We have no physical power over you. We never did. You could’ve broken out of here anytime you wanted. We couldn’t have stopped you. But you didn’t. Because you couldn’t stand the idea that we would be disappointed in you.”
Homelander’s hands clenched behind his back.
“You mean it made them easier to control,” said Homelander darkly.
“And yet she’s the one who rebelled,” said Barbara, not caring for the correction. She knew she was upsetting him. But he came for answers, and answers she would give. “Your need for approval and love. Vought brought in the best psychologists in the world. Developed the protocol to carefully engineer that need so that you would be obedient.”
A muscle in Homelander’s jaw twitched. A trained dog—that’s what Vought saw him as. One that was biting too often.
“In many ways, that was out greatest success, especially when it completely failed in Borealis,” continued Barbara. “By the time we identified that her mind wasn’t responding in the expected manner, she was too old. But you…you were exactly what we needed. And we were what you needed: approval. Love.”
Homelander slowly shook his head. “I don’t need any of it anymore.”
Barbara didn’t believe him. “Doesn’t matter what you do to me or the rest of the staff here. Your need for love is so deep, it’s so human, you’ll never be able to overcome that.”
Homelander chuckled and smiled. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’m not human. And neither is my son or my sibling. And I’m going to make sure they know it.”
Barbara’s face flickered into a frown at the present-tense when it came to Borealis.
Homelander strolled past her and paused in the doorway. “You know, I really do want to share with you why I called this The Bad Room.” The manic gleam had returned to his eye.
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“Today’s events have sadly confirmed my suspicions,” said Neuman on TV. “While I respected President Elect Singer, it’s disheartening to see him align himself with Starlight, someone so clearly out of control. What’s even more troubling is that I considered Starlight a friend. But her violent, out-of-control attack on Firecracker was someone I don’t recognize.” She shook her head. “I won’t speculate on—”
Hughie looked up from the safehouse couch. He gave Annie an apologetic look as she entered, exhausted and disheveled. MM and (Y/N) entered the safehouse after her. While Hughie got up, Kimiko hugged Annie. She looked at (Y/N) and pulled them in next. Hughie had explained everything, and Kimiko was glad to have them back. She’d missed them. They understood her. (Y/N) hugged back before letting go and stepping back.
“What happened to your leg?” they said, looking at Hughie.
“It’s okay,” denied Hughie. He had been shot. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” asked Annie, stepping forward worriedly.
Hughie shook his head. “I’m not important. I saw the Firecracker thing. That fucking asshole.”
“No, no, I shouldn’t have lost it,” said Annie, shaking her head.
“How could you not lose it?” scoffed Hughie. “It was, like, the most private thing between you and me. And to fucking broadcast it like that, that’s a fucking violation.”
“Hughie,” said Annie, tears in her eyes. “It’s not helping, okay?”
“Right, sorry, you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” said Hughie.
Annie let out a trembling breath. “I agonized over that decision.”
MM murmured to (Y/N), “Come on. Let me check you over. Let’s give them a moment.”
(Y/N) nodded absently and followed him into the other room while Hughie and Annie talked the situation over. MM took them into a side room and opened a first aid kit he kept in the safehouse (actually, he kept several. This group went through them like paper towels).
“Sit down here,” said MM, pointing to a desk. (Y/N) hopped up onto it. “Okay, I don’t have much, but I’ve got a basic kit.” He held up a penlight. “Follow this with your eyes, okay?”
“I feel it either way,” said (Y/N).
MM let out a long-suffering sigh. “Just do it, okay?”
(Y/N) settled down and followed the pen, left and right, up and down. MM frowned. Their eyes were adjusting to the light regularly, but the light in his hand flickered. It went out. MM looked at it and then at (Y/N).
“Did you do that?” he asked cautiously.
The penlight flickered back on, and (Y/N) didn’t break their stare. MM furrowed his brow. (Y/N) hadn’t been able to do that before. Before he could ask anything about their powers, though—how the hell do you do a medical test for those?—he had to continue with the basic checkup.
“Okay.” What else was MM supposed to say? “Open your mouth.”
“Ah.” (Y/N) let MM shine the light in.
MM drew back. Everything seemed normal; their body was working fine. But that, honestly, was the strangest part. (Y/N) shouldn’t be standing, walking, talking—they should be dead. But they had put themself back together. They were alive. But their memories were gone. Their mind was…fractured, like they were in a fugue state and their own little world at the same time. Something had gone wrong. And MM needed to figure out what to help them.
“(Y/N), did you know anything about…anything when you woke back up?” asked MM. “Your name, memories of faces…”
“I knew the waves,” said (Y/N).
“What are the waves?” said MM cautiously.
“They’re around you. The lights. The sounds.” (Y/N) shrugged. “All of it.”
Oh, great, thought MM. Butcher’s diagnosis of “off their rocker” was looking pretty accurate. “Okay, yeah, right.” MM straightened. “Can you roll up your sleeves?”
(Y/N) rolled their sleeve up, and MM grimaced. Old scars littered their arm. Some were burns from laser, scarred over from a year ago. Others were faint and light against their skin, tiny burns and cuts from old experiments and fights. It was a painting of pain.
Despite knowing that the scars could no longer cause them pain, MM avoided touching their skin. He peered at the old scars and searched for new ones on (Y/N)’s skin. He couldn’t find anything. They may have “pieced themself” together, but there were no marks of the “sewing” (Y/N) had done.
“(Y/N),” said MM. “When you say you pulled yourself together, what do you mean?”
(Y/N) hummed. “I was alive. There was energy. I used it.”
MM frowned. It had to be the energy from Soldier Boy’s explosion. Had they absorbed it? “Other arm.”
(Y/N) lifted it, and MM took another look. He grimaced at a burn mark on their upper shoulder. It was nasty and old, and beneath it was a familiar pattern of burns from Homelander. He recognized them from the battle before they lost (Y/N). The scars weren’t healing well, either. MM’s gloved fingers carefully touched the jagged skin.
Hands. White Coats. Bright Lights. Needles. Knives.
Green and purple light exploded out. MM hit the back wall and grunted as he hit the ground. The table beneath (Y/N) cracked, and a window blew out. (Y/N) fell to the ground, and their arms curled around themself, squeezing their eyes shut.
The door of the office flew open, and the rest of the Boys and Annie stood in the doorway. They looked from MM to (Y/N) and back.
“I bloody well told you they were on the fritz,” said Butcher, and MM grumbled under his breath, only bruised.
“Holy shit, (Y/N), are you okay?” said Hughie, approaching them.
“Don’t touch me!” shouted (Y/N), eyes squeezing shut. The world rippled with green and purple light. “Don’t touch me…”
“(Y/N)…It’s okay. It’s just us. You’re not—Whatever you’re remembering, it’s not real,” said Annie carefully, kneeling to be on (Y/N)’s level.
The lights flickered around them, popping with anxious bits of lavender and lime. “I don’t—I didn’t—” The lights faded, but (Y/N) didn’t open their eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why that happened.”
(Y/N) didn’t move, though. Annie looked up at the rest. Hughie swallowed worriedly. (Y/N) might be back, but their mind and their powers were more unstable than ever.
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The ice cream cake lay melted on the abandoned table, collecting dust. The oven door was closed, the stench of rotting, burnt flesh filtering out. Computers and desks sat empty, screens shutting off. The door of The Bad Room was tightly shut.
Within, tattered clothes covered the ground. They were stained red with blood. That same blood dripped down the walls and fell from the ceiling. Torn limbs and organs littered the floor. Empty eye sockets in torn faces stared upwards.
Barbara shivered, back to the door. She would starve to death in that horrible room.
In the elevator, bloodstained as he had been the day he was born, Homelander closed his eyes. He was satisfied. He smiled. He had done what was necessary to grow. He had taught the Lab a lesson. And now…he and (Y/N) were the same. They had both turned their back on Vought’s little labs.
However, Homelander had acted in order to humiliate. (Y/N) had acted to escape. The pair were not equal. Homelander would never recognize that, though. He would only smile, a predator in his element.
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Hiii Mouse, hru??💕💕 Just to preface this isn't me telling u to write them but in my head I made a list of things I think Mouse would do perfection, so here it is My newest obsession PHM(Project Hail Mary), Thunderbolts, Superman(2025), Hannibal, WWZ(World War Z), Zombieland, Atla, and low-key just thought of this Lego Batman movie??? Idfk where that came from but anyway love u Mousey!! 💕💕💕💕
I have only seen like 3 of those, but they're all 10/10 (Superman, AtLA, Lego Batman). Started watching Hannibal and unfortunately had some negative associations at the time so took a break, PHM is on my to-watch list, and zombies/thriller stuff stresses me out (insert crying emoji).
I am trying out various ideas in my head for what to add to writing after See Yourself Become the Villain Book 2, particularly since A Shot in the Dark will be relatively quick to write overall and I'm toying with discontinuing Burden of Truth until more Moon Knight or more inspo for what to really do with it
I like to think about 42% of Borealis’s problems could be solved if they were given a coloring book and some colored pencils. It ain’t gonna fix the memories or the DEEPLY Disturbing childhood, but it does give them a nice mood outlet that’s not just doing nothing, violence, or weed. That and perhaps then they can more or less show The Boys and Annie what THEY see.
They would love some crayons and a piece of paper. Let them go crazy, it would be so much fun.
That also reminds me, I have this thought that, like, in an AU where they grew up safe and had no powers, I think they'd like the arts and humanities. As much as their powers are cool and the relationship to physics is interesting, Borealis and their powers aren't really simpatico, one feels like a product and the other is a person
I was wondering if you were up to write for lotr cuz I can not seem to find good fics on here lmao
I have considered writing for Legolas or something if I can get my hands on scripts and such. I definitely want to start something new soon-ish since I'm finishing a series soon
I was just wondering if. You had been watching the witch hat atelier anime because I would love to see you do a book with an apprentice reader I just know you would be amazing at writing something like that as it would be similar to witch reader in your supernatural book series ❤️
I haven't watched Witch Hat Atelier. I've been looking for something new. Is it good?
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have you seen a knight of the seven kingdoms? not expecting u to write anything abt it ofc i just think you’d like it if you haven’t seen it!! i know how much you love the found family trope with a character lying to said found family about their identity bc their fear judgement about their background w/ the occasional splash of toxic bio family
Ooh, isn’t that a spinoff of something or am I wrong? It sounds interesting though
