But now we know how some of The Seven *cough* A-Train *cough* haven't really saved anyone before and that his saves are just stunts. Although we also see in season 1 that Homelander and Queen Maeve helped the police handle an armed man (Although Homelander end up killing them in anger)

They have the crime analytics department so I don't doubt they have endless jobs for The Seven and Vought's heroes so I kinda think Homelander is hogging all the saves. Maybe because he wants to prove himself and make people love him or maybe because some of The Seven thinks it's too troublesome to save people when they already have the fame.

Hughie is definitely the type to spoil his lover, but unless the other person said it he would be very oblivious to any type of advances. Plus I think he would be the type to smoothly initiate a handshake but would be too shy to initiate the more intimate interaction.

If the two would ever be in a relationship I'd imagine Homelander doing every type of seduction technique in the book on Hughie but the man would unconsciously dodge them all. Which would probably flare up Homelander's anger issue and make him pout and threw a tantrum.

I suppose they'd have a heart to heart afterwards, Hughie realizing his lover was seducing him the entire time and finally they take it to the bedroom.

But afterwards Homelander would probably show a more kinky side of himself—

Hughie: W-Wait! John, not here.

Homelander: You said you'd fulfill my needs anytime I need it.

Hughie: Everyone's next door! Butcher's next door! He's going to kill you if he found out we're fucking on his desk!

Homelander: Exciting isn't it?

Hughie: You're an ass.

___________________

The premise would be the Clark Kent effect.

Homelander has had a rough day and needed a time off from The Seven, from Vought. He never really did it often, only after Maeve's comment "Wearing glasses is the best disguise you can use against the mass," Homelander did try.

Miraculously it did work and not a single person has asked him for even a single picture.

With this newfound knowledge, he sometimes sneaks off for a drink to blow off some steam, no one to watch him, nothing that he does will affect his rating, just peace and quiet for the evening.

Today was such day, he brought out his civilian clothes, wore a cap and glasses and he ordered whatever strongest drink the bar had. He had just finished a glass when he heard a new patron enter the bar, his ear immediately perked when he heard the new customer sat beside him.

Homelander thought the guy would order and leave but he stayed. Out of curiosity, he looked at the man beside him. Colour him surprised, it was Campbell, Hughie Campbell. The same Hughie who would turn into a nervous wreck whenever Homelander was near and the one and only Butcher's number 1 loyal puppy.

Hughie smiled when he saw Homelander watching him, "Hey, can I get you a drink?"

If Homelander could, he would've fallen off the chair. Thankfully almost nothing could break is composure.

Seeing the blonde's lack of response, Hughie became more nervous than before, "I-I just saw you from across the bar and—You seem like a good guy."

Homelander internally frowns at the word good guy, that's the opposite of what the normal Campbell would say to him. But still if this is his attempt at flirting how in the world did he get Starlight to fall for him.

"I'm Hughie. Can I get your name?" The taller of the two pulled out his hand for the blonde to shake but his determination faltered when Homelander left him hanging.

Homelander stilled for a while, confused why Campbell was asking for his name until he remembered he was in disguise. He didn't expect mere glasses would change his appearance so much that one of the people who persistently try to take him down unable to recognize him.

With Hughie's kicked puppy appearance, Homelander decides to entertain the younger man, "John."

The moment Homelander said his name, Hughie Campbell fucking glowed. As if he became the happiest man alive by simply hearing John's name.

Afterwards Hughie became chatty the entire night. Homelander had expected himself to ran out of patience halfway but he unconsciously engaged with the younger man and even lost track of time.

Drinking the last glass for the night, Homelander was about to leave. Hughie seems to notice this and pulled gently on the blonde's jacket, "L-Look, I know it's only been a few hours but I really like you. It's just– the moment I saw you, you were everything I want and more. Sorry, it's a cheesy way to say you're my type."

He figured that Hughie was actively flirting with him the entire night, at first he enjoyed the irony but then he really liked the time they spent together.

"Can I see you again?"

Again with the puppy dog eyes. No wonder Starlight didn't mind spending a fortune to give this guy the Believe Expo pass. Homelander scoffed how much of a simp she was towards Hughie.

"Tomorrow, eight pm." He is not doing this because he is interested nor did he fall for the Campbell boy, he is simply doing this to enjoy the look on the boy's face when he suddenly found out he was pursuing the person he has been trying to take down. It's different.

With that, Homelander left the bar and went back to the tower leaving a lovestruck Hughie that's still watching the closed door where he left from.

__________________

A few hours earlier:

Hughie laid his head flat on the table, tired and still saddened by yesterday's event. Annie had told him, she needed space and they should break up while explicitly said they are still friends despite their separation.

The other's, especially Butcher seemed irritated by his pity party and evicted him from their base until he finally got over his breakup. He had no where to go and it was cold outside so he decided to go to the nearest bar.

When he entered and saw the most gorgeous man he had ever seen, sitting alone by the bar table, an empty glass in front of him, despite the thick glasses Hughie could see how blue the blonde's eyes was. Frankly speaking, He was matching Hughie's type to a T.

He shouldn't let this opportunity pass him by, so he went and sat beside the blonde and immediately felt giddy when the other's eyes finally fall onto him.

"Hey, can I get you a drink?"

________________________

A few weeks later:

Butcher: The flying cunt's acting weird.

Kimiko: *types on her phone* What do you mean?

Butcher: Can't put my finger on it, but you noticed him looking at Hughie strangely?

Kimiko: *shakes head and typed* I'm more worried about Hughie, he's been sneaking off at night.

Butcher: He seemed fine to me.

I was thinking, maybe it'll be kinda OOC? But what do you think of a Nickroe plot where Nick and Monroe meet each other for the first time in a vacation island they planned for each of their girlfriends?

WARNING: Dubcon? Infidelity.

Nick felt guilty towards Juliette because he had been so busy lately with his police work so he planned the two of them a 1 week vacation to a fancy island resort. Juliette happily packed their things and also got herself the week of from her job.

When the two of them arrived they saw other couples and families also arriving and checking in into the resort. Nick's eyes catch sight of a couple bickering with each other, the woman had a fiery temper and the man had to calm her down. He couldn't see the woman's face but he could see her boyfriend had a tired look on his face.

"Angelina, come on. It's not everyday we get to spend time together. "

"This is not my idea of a good time together, Monroe. Amongst these- you know what I mean!"

Nick didn't bother to keep listening to their argument and focuses on Juliette who happily showed of their room key to him, which he replied with a smile and dragged their suitcase to their suite.

This 1 week was supposed to be focused on Nick and Juliette, no work was supposed to come between them. That is until the next morning one of the visitors had been murdered and her daughter went missing. As a detective, Nick couldn't ignore this, especially when the Mother's corpse was displayed right in front of the breakfast hall where all the visitor will eventually come when its breakfast time.

Everyone gathered to look in shock at the corpse. Nick pulled out his badge and asked everyone to disturb the crime scene. He told the employee to call the police and he observed the corpse, she was a woman in her 30s, with brown hair and she was wearing a red dress when she died and her wounds looked like a beast had mauled her to death.

The moment Nick looked up his eyes landed on the man he saw yesterday bickering with his girlfriend suddenly shifted into something inhuman for a split second and when he realised it he ran away.

"Wait!" Nick ran to catch up to the man who ran but he was too fast. Nick chose to instead ask the receptionist about the man's room, and the employee reluctantly shared the classified information after she saw Nick's badge.

Nick broke down the door and saw the man stuffing his bag with his clothes. He tackled the man who was about to run. Once again he saw the other shift into a wolf like being and they fought with each other.

"You killed her didn't you!? What are you!?" Nick pinned the man or should he say, the beast down into the ground.

"FUCK! I didn't." The pinned man switched their position and pinned Nick to the ground instead. "I'm going to kill you, Grimm!"

Nick broke hold of the beast's grip and kept his distance, "You didn't huh? But you didn't seem to mind trying to kill me."

"You tried to kill me first!"

"I was trying in incapacitate you."

"That's supposed to be better!?" The man groaned in frustration.

"I'm a detective, you're the suspect"

Another groan came from the taller man, "A Grimm and a cop? Is that supposed to be legal?"

"I'm not a Grimm, I don't even know what that is!" Nick answered, exasperated.

"You don't— You've got to be joking. I can smell your Grimmness from all the way here, you can't fool a Blutbat's nose. Fuck, I should've gone back with Angelina instead."

Nick couldn't understand a single thing the other was saying but based on the other's reaction he seemed to be innocent. "Look, I'm sorry for– everything. I thought– I've been seeing... things recently. People's faces shifting into monsters and when I saw you shift—"

"Woge." The man corrected.

"—Woge? Or whatever it was. I thought you were the thing that killed that poor woman." Nick felt somewhat remorseful with his rash decision, he didn't think that he could have been mistaken with his suspicion. "I'm sorry-"

"Monroe." The taller man answered. "Apology accepted or whatever. Not that you're not gonna kill me, get out so I can pack."

"Wait!" Nick once again tackled Monroe making the two fall to the ground.

"Would you stop doing that! What do you want!?" Monroe looked at the Grimm on top of him angrily.

Nick earnestly look at Monroe straight in the face, "I need you to... help me. I'm not familiar with these type of things and to solve this case I need to know about these creatures. You're the only one that could help me."

"Me? A Blutbad helping a baby Grimm hunt other Wesen and being his Grimmopedia? No, I'd rather we go home."

"Please? Plus you can't really go home, you're a suspect after all." Nick was pushing his luck with that last sentence, logically he really have no basis to suspect Monroe other than his eyes saw the man woge, don't think it will look too well with his coworkers.

In the end Nick managed to persuade Monroe into helping him albeit more forcefully that he would have liked but at least he managed to snag a partner and a knowledgeable one. They have less than one week to solve the case and almost a week of Nick pestering Monroe and dragging him to sniff out anyone suspicious.

________________

After the 3rd day of investigating and still no leads, Nick who was too busy trying to track down the Wesen responsible forgot about Juliette which resulted in a fight between the two. So Nick is now chugging down whiskey like water at the bar to calm himself down.

"Woah. What happened to get you so deep in the dumps?" Monroe who was allegedly forced to come after Nick's phone call, sat beside the Grimm and ordered his drink.

"Juliette... we fought." Nick chugs down the whiskey and ordered a new one. "I brought us here as an apology for not being around much these past few months. I promised her that this whole week would just be the two of us, no work, no distractions just me and Juliette making up for lost time. Shit, I messed up didn't I?"

Nick was just about to chug down another glass when Monroe covered the opening of the glass preventing Nick from drinking anymore. "Dude, How much did you even drink before I came?"

Nick drunkenly counted with his fingers before giving up and laid his head down on the counter. Monroe sighs when the bartender told the both of them to leave, with Nick being drunk and barely even functional to go back to his room, Monroe grumbly decides to bring the Grimm back to his room, he's been sleeping alone since the fist day Angelina went back by herself.

Monroe opened his couple's suite and laid Nick down on the bed. "Why am I even helping him?" It was a question Monroe asked everyday ever since the first time Nick showed up again and again asking him for help.

He wondered, was it because he was lonely? But he already had Angelina, although she disapproved of him being a Weider Blutbad, she agreed to see him once in a while, although most of the time she kept trying to drag Monroe back into the man he once were.

Nick, he came to his life unannounced like a huge wave, he crashed into the Blutbad's life and changed the direction of his sail making him question what he wants in his life.

Nick sleepily opens his eyes. Monroe who snapped out of his trace realised he had been staring at the Grimm's face the whole time, looked away in embarrassment, his cheek tinted scarlet.

"Hey." Nick smiled at the blushing Monroe. "Come here."

Monroe rolled his eyes and came closer, standing by the side of the bed. "What is it?"

Nick lunged upwards, arms behind Monroe's neck pushing the Blutbad closer and crashed their lips together.

Monroe was caught off guard with the Grimm's action and tries to push the other off but it resulted in Nick pushing his head down harder and Monroe once again greeted by the strong taste of whiskey.

He could forcetfully push the Grimm away, being a Blutbad and all, but something inside him didn't want to hurt Nick, didn't want to push him away. The Blutbad inside him who had been suppressed so long by his Weider lifestyle roared in glee and hunger, hunger for the man under him who is currently trying to eat him beginning from the mouth.

The hunger was far more intense than what he had with Angelina. What he felt when they became intimate was the desire to do his duty as a male, to satisfy, to continue the bloodline. But with Nick, he could feel himself wanting more.

He wants to own the Grimm, mark him as Monroe's, he brought out the feral side in him that Angelina had been trying so hard to pull and Nick simply had to kiss him to make himself lose control.

Monroe used his fangs to nip the other's lips, making his fangs itching for more surface to sink itself into. He used the last strand of sanity he had to pull himself back, "Nick, don't. You have no idea what—"

"Monroe..." Nick whispered the Blutbad's name with his face looking debauched, his eyes glisten with fresh tears and his lips swollen red, there was even fresh bruises in places where Monroe's fangs had came in contact with.

Something snapped inside him and Monroe lunged forward capturing Nick's lips with his own, the Blutbad inside him whispering in his ears to dominate the Grimm, to take him, to mark him, filling him to the brim until he gets pregnant with Monroe's litters.

"Shit. What are you doing to me, Nick?" Monroe said in between kisses and he slid down to the other's neck, leaving bruises that will probably stay for days. "Fuck. Get a hold of yourself Monroe." He said to himself.

What came out of his mouth doesn't synchronize with his actions as he rutted against the Grimm making the other let out whimpers and groans that went straight to his dick.

Monroe finally lost himself and his instinct has taken over.

____________

Nick woke up with a severe hangover and sores from all over his body. His eyes widen at the sight of bruises everywhere and the feeling of something leaking out of his ass. He looked to the side to see Monroe sleeping peacefully and naked.

The Grimm punched Monroe in the face and the Blutbad woke up with a pain in his cheek. "What the fuck!?"

"That's what I'm supposed to say! What the fuck did you do, Monroe!?" Nick tries to shift his body but it resulted in dull aches radiating from his lower half.

"I know this looks bad. But in my defense you did start this whole thing."

"MONROE!"

"I'm telling the truth! We got kicked out of the bar because a certain someone got piss drunk and I had to bring him to my room and then that same drunkard pulled me down for a make out session. Which you were really persistent, I tried my best to push you away but it's like you're a magnet." Monroe looked away and added, "But I did got out of control after the kiss, sorry. It doesn't usually happen."

Dread filled Nick's entire being as fragments of what happened last night appeared in his mind. Monroe was telling the truth. He had started it. He cheated on Juliette.

"What have I done?"

Seeing Nick distressed made Monroe want to come over and soothe the Grimm, hug him and pepper him with kisses until he calms down. Monroe slapped himself when his sanity came back.

Why did he want to treat Nick like his mate? He already has Angelina. Well the both of them aren't exactly mates, Angelina didn't want them to be mates yet with Monroe still insisting on being a Weider Blutbad, they were more like... friends with benefits to put it bluntly.

He could sense the anxiety radiating out of Nick and Monroe picked up the bottled water he put on the nightstand and gave it to Nick. "You must be thirsty."

Nick accepted the water and drank them until it was half empty. Monroe watched intensely as his throat bobbed up and down, then looked elsewhere when he was done.

"I think I should go. I-uh... sorry Monroe." Nick fought the pain and tries to get out of bed only to lose the strength of his legs.

Monroe catches the falling Grimm and pulled him in into his chest. "You can't go out like this. I'll get you to the tub so you can wash up, I won't o anything else, promise."

The Grimm agreed and let himself be carried bridal style by the Blutbad.

Nick should've refused. He shouldn't indulge in Monroe's aftercare. He already betrayed Juliette he shouldn't take this betrayal further. But he couldn't. Deep inside him he knew he wanted Monroe and he shouldn't. He just hopes the situation wouldn't escalate further.

****

A/n: Spoiler allert! It does!!!

Trigger warning!!!!

Spit, yandere, dubious con?

______________

Hughie Campbell had a first love.

His first love wasn't Robin neither was it Amy Seller who was his first kiss when he was 14 years old. It was someone he could have never obtained in his life, someone whose world differs vastly from him because he was just a normal everyday human and the other was a supe.

The first time he laid eyes on the supe through the television, it was Homelander's first introduction to the world. Hughie had spent his entire life idolizing superheroes and finally found the most perfect supe he'd ever seen, his heart couldn't help but miss a beat.

Homelander's smile that the supe hid behind, and the eyes that couldn't hide the longing and loneliness the supe suffered, Hughie couldn't bear to see such sight, but what can he do? He is just—Hughie. A human. All he can do to support the other was to watch and support the supe from afar.

He would religiously listen to Homelander's interviews, sometimes noticing the supe's reluctance to answers certain questions and how he would enthusiastic answer questions about his saves or The Seven's saves. Despite never meeting the supe even once, Hughie would still learn more and more about the supe, maybe even better than Homelander knew himself.

Homelander's microexpression, the way the end of his smile twitched when he was angry or the way his eyes would glimmer when he shows off his teams to the world. But Hughie still couldn't see what lies underneath because he only sees what Homelander want to show to the world, he could only study so much from the hidden expression that managed to bleed from the supe's tightly sealed mask.

His heart would thump wildly whenever he listen to the supe's voice, he was also ashamed of it as well since his flustered appearance would also be easily noticeable. He would imagine being in danger and suddenly the supe came out nowhere and saved him, or he'd be jealous of the chair the supe would sit on as me muttered, "I wish he would sit on my lap."

After the second year of his "idol-chasing" Hughie Campbell realised that he has become too invested, too preoccupied with the supe that was never in his league. So, he decided to move on, then he met Robin.

She grounded him, she was normal, human, not Homelander. Hughie thinks he could love her. His thoughts changed once they made out in front of Robin's apartment, their kiss was hot and passionate but it wasn't enough, there was something missing for Hughie.

He opens his eyes in the middle of their kiss and saw behind Robin, on the other end of the street was screen broadcasting Homelander's latest interview as he laughs and smiled towards the camera.

He is ruined. Sorry, Robin.

After that day, Hughie accepted reality that he might never love Robin the same way she loved him. Still, the idea of being with her was... grounding... it helped him stop chasing clouds and fantasies he could never have.

Eventhough Hughie couldn't love Robin, it didn't hurt any less when he saw he explode into millions of pieces in front of him, leaving Hughie to hold on to a pair of owner-less hands. What was he supposed to do now? Find another Robin to distract himself from his disgusting obsession?

The truth is, Hughie just doesn't know his own feelings. Should he grieve? Yes, that's what people normally do. Should he visit her parents to offer his condolences? Perhaps, though they never approved of him. Should he fight for Robin's justice? Does Hughie really have that much affection for Robin to forsake everything just for her sake?

Hughie sighs as he told the Vought lawyer he needed time to think about the offer. He is bitter sure, but not that full of vengeance. He was willing to put all of this behind him when all of a sudden God had given him a gift in the form of Billy Butcher.

The man came to Hughie's life, claiming to be FBI and showed him how A-Train treated his girlfriend's death, he mocked her. Hughie reflexively responded in anger, although deep down he knows he doesn't really care and wanted to get things over with.

Then, Butcher offered him an opportunity, infiltrate the Vought Tower, bug the place and reveal the dark side of the supes. That finally piqued Hughie's interest as the long suppressed dark thoughts he had before is starting to resurface.

Why didnt he think of that? Using the A-Train case to hopefully catch a glimpse of that person that had been on his mind since he laid eyes on him, the person he imagine all his partner as whenever he was intimate, the one he always hope to be sprawled on the sheets beneath him, Homelander.

Robin's death was a blessing in disguise.

If he couldn't catch the supe's eyes as a normal human, why not join the person who's trying to bring him down? At least Hughie will have a better chance of meeting the supe than when he is simply a fan.

His first attempt on meeting the supe on Vought Tower was disappointing, he had met A-Train instead. His would try to find the sule himself but that would be too suspicious, he could only hope the bug he planted would let him hear what Homelander is like when the public doesn't see him.

Imagine his disappointment when Translucent came and foiled his plans. When Butcher and Frenchie left him the trigger to the bomb up Translucent's ass, he didn't hesitate to push and kill him. He had vented his frustration on the vulnerable supe, one because his bug failed and the other because Butcher didn't let him out to even catch a glimpse of his one true love.

But it was the closest he could get to meeting the supe throught his entire life.

In the stadium, as he was posing as a paparazzi Hughie's eyes landed on the new figure that had just descended. It was Homelander, in the flesh. Hughie's heart tremble in excitement as he watched the supe from afar, but it dimmed as he saw him close to Queen Maeve.

Previously, Hughie wouldn't even dare be jealous of her. But now when Hughie could see how his and Homelander's life could actually intertwine, he would get her away from him, he would kill her the same way he did to Translucent.

Maybe it was his killing intent, but Homelander turned back and stared at Hughie's direction, making the human's heart speed up, "He... noticed me."

Out of everyone, Homelander saw him. It's fated.

The third time was an accident. Hughie would kneel in respect at Butcher because clearly he is cupid sent from God to aid Hughie. Because of Butcher's plans, Hughie went to Believe Expo to meet Ezekiel.

"Hughie, right?"

That heavenly voice that Hughie only hope to hear through a screen called out his name so beautifully he himself forgot how to breathe. He could die at that moment and he would be satisfied.

"You're Starlight's friend. She got you in." Homelander offered him a glass of champagne which Hughie nervously accepted, he replies with a simple "Yeah" and then almost letting the glass fall which he internally slammed himself to the walk with how uncool it was.

"There you go," Homelander laughs at Hughie's weird behavior. "Good to meet you, pal."

Hearing the supe laugh from the TV was like listening to the most beautiful opera in the world, now hearing it in person feels like angels are singing directly in his ears. And when they shook hands, Hughie almost melted into a puddle right then and there, he never wanted to let go.

When Homelander asked about Starlight, the taste on Hughie's tongue turned sour. He wanted to know more about the supe, wanted to talk about Homelander but Homelander was more interested in his relationship with Starlight.

Hughie hopes his demeanor and expression wouldn't give his feelings for Homelander away. Though Hughie was extra nervous when Homelander's eyes linger on him while Ezekiel was still talking, did he notice? Will he be freaked out? He hope not.

Hughie's heart almost exploded when Ezekiel said Homelander will personally re-baptise everyone present.

"On this blessed day, you will be reborn as a Christian." Exekiel's words didn't even register inside Hughie's ears. He don't think he will be a Christian after this, he only recognize one person as the sun, his light and his God, Homelander.

Homelander open his arms to Hughie and Hughie restrained himself with every ounce of power he could muster to not pin him down and steal a kiss and have a taste of the supe's breakfast. He will end up dead in the end but he will be a happy corpse.

"Something wrong, Hughie?" Homelander couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows when he sees the look on Hughie's face, like a deranged man ready to pounce at anytime. He was taken aback, he had thought the boy will fear him.

"N–no I-I'm totally comfortable. Why do you aske that?" He is lying. He is very uncomfortable down below. His blood pressure is rising up simply restraining his lower half to not betray him.

"Your blood pressure is 150/90, it's a bit high."

No shit. Your presence being here is overloading the previously Homelander-deprived Hughie.

"Do you accept the lord, the father as your savior and Jesus as his son?"

Hughie looked at the love of his life in front of him. Of course not. God clearly created Hughie for the sole purpose of being Homelander one and only most loyal follower. The proof stood in front of him, he got the chance to meet, talk and touch Homelander in person because God wanted him to. And now he will fulfill God's wishes and swore his life, death and soul into the person who stole his heart.

"Yes." You are my only salvation, my one and only God and religion.

When Homelnder finally plunged him into the water, Hughie saw the sinister smile appear on the supe's lips and he felt his heart thumps one again as his lungs couldn't get air bellow the water.

So this is the real you. It's more beautiful that what you show the world.

As he was pulled out of the water, Hughie felt nothing but happiness, he had swore himself to the other even if the supe doesn't know it, he already belonged to him. Maybe it was just a coincidence but the moment he was out of the water, Hughie saw a plan laid out before his eyes. A plan to drag the supe to his side. He can't be forceful. He needed to take his time. Sooner or later his hero would be his alone.

****

It had taken a long time for it to get to this point.

Butcher had managed to get a supe containing collar from Vought that was strong enough to restrain Homelander. Everyone ambushed the helpless supe and planned to kill him.

But of course Hughie couldn't let them do that. It pained him deeply but before Butcher could deal the finishing blow, Hughie shot him with the gun they use to kill supes. The betrayal and anger in Butcher's eyes was hard to see, Hughie was indebted to him after all.

M.M, Frenchie and Kimiko tried to stop him but he also shot them all. Doesn't know if Kimiko will stay dead though.

"Is this also part of your plan? Having everyone present dead? Counterproductive isn't it?" Homelander laughs mockingly at the corpses that littered the ground.

Hughie walked closer with the gun in hand making the supe frowns and muttered, "Get it over with."

What he didn't expect was for Hughie to slip his hands behind his neck and push him forward, his own bloodied lip meet the human's moist and soft lips. Hughie pushed the now powerless supe down the ground and pushed his tongue inside, making the supe squirm, trying to get the human away from him.

"What the fuc—"

Hughie sealed their mouth in a kiss again and again and again. "Finally, mine. I've been waiting. Planning. Finally."

Homelander then saw the crazed passion swirling inside Hughie's eyes, hungry for the trembling deer beneath him. It was a first in his life to have met someone so.... similar to him.

Hughie smiles as his eyes landed on the collar circling the supe's neck. "It doesn't look pretty but it will do." He pulled the supe's face upwards to face him, "I'm sorry I have to keep this thing on. I never intened to clip your wings unless it's necessary. At least until you learn to love me. After that, I'll take these off. You want to kill people go ahead, I love you despite all the blood in your hands. But for now–I can't trust you yet, sorry."

"You're fucking crazy." Homelander spit in the human's face. Hughie rubbed the spit off with his fingers and tasted it with his tongue, making the supe creeped the fuck out.

"It's your fault. Ever since the first time I saw you from the screen, my heart never beat for anyone else but you. Not Robin, not Annie, but you. You became my everything, my first love, my savior, my deity."

Homelander was speechless. He couldn't be... moved by this cockroach... right?

"Remember Believe Expo? The first time we officially met? When you push me into that water I was reborn anew, now as a believer of Christ but a believer of you—you are my God."

Hughie kissed the supe's chin, "My mouth will serve you with praises everyday."

He opened the supe's mouth with his thumb, "My hands will bring you whatever you desire."

"And my body... I'll use it to worship you every night."

Homelander gulps. He actually thought I would've been better if Butcher had killed him earlier. Because now, he will be at the mercy of this insane cockroach he used to think as a plaything.

____________

A/N: What did I write? I have no idea. I wrote it out of impulse. It's 2 in the morning my brain is so sleep deprived—

I wanted to write a ao3 fic buuuut this one seems to be too... scuffed? I tried my best to research though (aka rewatching the baptize scene—)

Hughie was tired of all the violence, death and murders. When he finally couldn't take it anymore and his already fragile mind, broke.

He became disoriented, unable to know where he is, who the people around him are, his mind is melting bit by bit until The Boys doesn't know what to do with him. They pitied the boy as one single thought appeared inside their head, Butcher had finally broken that boy.

Butcher refused to admit it himself of course. But deep down he could feel guilt creeping up his spine and whenever those unpleasant feelings appear he would pump himself full of tempV and went off to go Supe hunting.

The Boys unanimously agreed for Hughie's and their own safety, they will admit the boy into a mental hospital, hoping he would be safe and able to bounce back from whatever he is currently experiencing.

Hughie didn't let himself taken away without a fight, despite his disorientation and hysteria he understood his own friends are trying to send him away. He yelled and cried, saying he was not crazy but his pleas fell into deaf ears as he was dragged away into his new prison cell.

Months went by, The Boys and Annie would usually visit him once a week, but seeing how unresponsive Hughie had became towards them, the visitation became less and less. From once a week to once every 2 weeks, to once a month, to finally Hughie doesn't know if they'll ever come back.

On his rare days of being sober he would understand that his friends did this for his own safety but when those episodes came where he would break down and his brain would turn into a mushy paste, the betrayal would sting like hot molten iron. Hughie dreads the days where his sober state would leave him completely.

6 months later.

Homelander had gotten a schedule from Ashley that he is to catter to the young people by supporting the idea of caring for the mentally ill, something about how young people nowadays care a lot for mental health so Homelander should get on the bandwagon.

The bright idea was Homelander will visit a chosen mental hospital by roulette and he would care, listen and help those who was mentally vulnerable.

The first part of the filming was done, Homelander talking and playing simple games with the people he would assume had a problem with delusions, he talked and shared his tales with the depressed patients and they even managed to stage a rescue of a schizophrenic patient. Homelander was far from pleased with this work but what can he do?

After wrapping up the first day Homelander was allowed to roam around as he please. He stumbled upon an open door and took a glance inside.

Inside was a familiar man dressed the same as the other in a blue gown, sitting on the windowsills as the sun shines on his face making him appear somewhat ethereal. He was looking outside but it seems his mind are elsewhere.

It was Hughie Campbell.

Homelander knew he hadn't seen the Campbell boy in a while, he even asked Butcher in passing one time, the question made the other man's expression turn fierce and almost in a brink of snapping. Homelander was too entertained by his irritation to question again but he now knew the reason for the man's defensive reaction.

Out of curiosity, Homelander stepped into the room. His presence seems to catch the boy's attention and he looked away from the window and now to face Homelander.

The supe expected Hughie to panic and scream or maybe even beg for his life but what the other did was unexpected, he smiled brightly at the supe until his dimples are visible, he was happy?

"Hello, I'm Hughie. It's nice to have a visitor, who are you?"

Speechless, Homelander only stared at Hughie, making the other tilt his head and drop down from the window and walked closer to the blonde supe. Hughie invaded Homelander's personal space and stared closely into the supe's eyes, Homelander could even feel the other's breath with how close their proximity are.

"You- are pretty. I like you." Hughie leaned himself closer and pushed his lips against Homelander's.

The kiss was like no other he had experienced before, it was fleeting, not a hint of fear nor hidden objective, just a simple innocent peck on his lips.

Hughie pulled away and grinned at the supe, proud of his own achievement. "We're married now."

Homelander should've exploded in anger, he should've destroyed Hughie Campbell here and then, leaving nothing of the boy but ashes, he should've leveled this place that witnessed his shame to the ground, but he didn't.

It was the first time he felt such innocence, be felt nothing but the boy who was staring intently at his expression, studying it and when it didn't give him the result he hoped for, his smile faded into sadness.

"You don't like me anymore? I'm sorry. I'm sorry, don't be mad." Hughie began crying and wiping the tears with his bare hands. It couldn't help but pulled the strings of Homelander's heart.

"I'm not mad." No that isn't right, he needs to make sure that what happened earlier was only a coincidence or a mistake. "I won't be mad anymore if you kiss me again."

Hughie sniffed and looked up from the ground into the supe's eyes. "Really? Not angry?"

Homelander nods. But he couldn't help but second guess himself, what the fuck is he doing?

Hughie's face suddenly beamed in happiness as he pulled Homelander into his arms. "Uh-huh. I'll kiss everyday so don't be angry anymore, okay?" He once again captured Homelander's lips into an innocent kiss which this time dispelled the supe's doubts.

He-liked it?

Hughie kept kissing Homelander in the cheek afterwards while the supe was dumbfounded in place. A nearby nurse saw this and panicked, "Sir! Don't do that!"

Homelander just stood there as the nurse brought backup to restrain Hughie and calm him down. Homelander who was watching Hughie crying in helplessness calling out, "Wife! Wife! I want to be with my wife!"

Homelander questions himself, Is that supposed to be him?

When Hughie finally sleeps did the nurse apologized multiple times for the inconvenience. Homelander dismissed her saying it wasn't a big deal at all, and how he was thankful these people could have someone as capable as her caring for them. Which made her smile and leave the room as Homelander's new fan.

Homelander stared at the sleeping Hughie, now so peaceful and different from his manic behavior earlier. He is used to see fear and nervousness from the human, so this is how he is when he's now afraid?

It was a new feeling for Homelander. No fear, no expectations, no ulterior motives, just Homelander being himself had made the boy's previous melancholic face bloom into one of joy.

Homelander didn't realise it himself but his previously wrinkled and battered heart is now moved by the sleeping man.

Maybe he'll try to prolong his job here for a bit.

****

Hughie woke up late at night and saw the leather holding him down on the bed. So he probably did something and the nurse had to tie him down to give him his medicine. He sigh, as he tries to recall the day's events, it's hard for him to try and remember what happened during one of his episodes, but this time he vaguely remember kissing someone and calling them wife, he couldn't remember who the other was, only that empty blue eyes which was beginning to shimmer in an unspoken emotion.

Shit. No wonder he was now tied up in bed.

Hopefully his victim didn't hate him too much and forgives him for the offense. He doubts they'll be meeting again, no one wants to get attacked by a madman a second time.

***

How is he going to make Hughie kiss him again?

Was the thought belonging to the one and only Homelander as he was standing in front of Hughie's door again the very next day. It didn't take anything at all in fact. When Homelander opened and Hughie saw him, the other jumped out of his bed and immediately latched himself to the supe. Homelander quickly closed the door behind him to let them not be disturbed.

Hughie started hugging the blonde and put his chin on the blonde's head, "Wife, you came back. I'm so happy."

"I'm not—" Wait if he said he is not his wife, would the other cry again? "—going to leave you. Why would you think that?"

"I'm sorry. I was insensitive. Of course wife is the best. Wife is the kindest and prettiest." Hughie began innocently kissing Homelander's cheek again.

Since when does he have such Saint like patience? But it seems whenever it's Hughie, his temper wouldn't flare.

"Wife, do you want a kiss?" Hughie stared down innocently at Homelander.

It was what he was after since the beginning after all. "Sure."

The human leaned down and once again their lips met.

Without even knowing it, Homelander had became addicted to the madman called Hughie Campbell who is clearly not in his right mind. But he didn't care. For the first time in his life he felt free of the darkness of the human heart and enjoyed the pure feelings only a madman is capable of giving.

He hoped, Hughie will never regain his sanity. Maybe he should steal the boy away from here and let him stay in his condo indefinitely to ensure he'll stay Homelander's and will stay as he is.

***

It was sunset when Hughie had finally gained his sanity back. Once again he only remembered bits of pieces of his episodes but he remembered he had attacked someone with kisses again.

Since when had he become a kiss maniac?

Despite not remembering the other's identity he knows it must be the same person. He could remember the sensation of the kiss today and different from yesterday, he could feel the other reciprocate his advances. How those previously dull blue eyes brighten as it laid eyes on Hughie, and how it became misty when they kissed.

His heart pounds when he remembers the feeling.

"God. This is so fucked up." But he enjoyed it. Unlike when he kissed Robin or Annie, this mysterious person didn't feel like the usual confident women he's been with. This person was more timid in the beginning and became needy in the end, as if they needed—no CRAVED Hughie so bad the black hole inside the other is trying to swallow Hughie whole.

And Hughie liked it.

"Christ. I'm so fucked up."

_____________________________

A/n: I wrote this while still haven't watched season 4 of The Boys and as I'm having a huge important thing tomorrow. I wrote this instead of preparing.....

I indeed was planning on writing an idea about this ship but as I wrote it down it became longer and longer until I thought "Doesn't something this long deserves to be posted as a fic?" And so I keep writing until the end when I accidentally posted it.... I tried to select all and copy it elsewhere but I guess I couldn't do that.... so I switched it to private instead.

I'll probably post it on AO3 but in case people was disappointed I didn't post ideas I'll share the general idea of what I wrote.

The fic was about Hughie who accidentally turned himself into a child with no memories of his adult self and Homelander stumbling upon him. Homelander grew affection towards the kid and decides to adopt him as his new son.

Gentle!Homelander x Child!Hughie

I was thinking something along the lines of Homelander/John is the hottest jock in school, athletic, and quite smart too since he was homeschooled before. Surprisingly despite his history of being someone who attended homeschooling, he was socially adept. He would smile and even earned a place with the popular kids, he was even their leader.

As the number 1 in highschool, John definitely knew how to indulge, he dated all the cheerleaders and even slept with them but once the girls had their dreams of dating the most popular kid in school come true, they were treated like garbage the next day because John would lose interest in them immediately. This kind of behavior didn't even earn John a bad reputation, it was the rest of the school who ridiculed the girls who would claim the unfair treatment. In the student body's eyes, John could do no wrong.

Then one day there was a transfer student named Becca, she was beautiful and smart. She was the top of her class in her previous school and the teachers bet she would be too in Vought High.

John who had his eyes on her already calculated a plan on how to bed the brilliant transfer student. Oddly enough, everytime he tried to strike a conversation with her, a mop of messy brown hair would interrupt their conversation and take her away, it would be another day before John would see Becca again. He was angry, no, furious with how he's being cockblocked.

When he saw the familiar mop haired bastard by the lockers he slammed his hand hard on the lockers, surprising the poor kid. He couldn't help but to doubt his intimidating presence because the kid was clearly taller than John, "I noticed you've been hanging out around Becca lately." John tried to appear as friendly as he could, even with his insincere smile. "You see, I'm interested in Becca and really want to date her so can you stop lingering around her like a fly?"

The taller boy scoffed, "You only want to sleep with her then leave her like all the previous girls you dated. I've been watching the way you treated those poor girls and it's disgusting. I couldn't do anything back then but now I won't let you do the same to Becca. So, no, I wont. Becca deserves better."

It was the first time John met someone who challenged him directly as everyone else was too scared of him to do so. But this kid who glared at him with eyes of pure disgust sent shivers down his spine. He was used to dealing with obedient sheeps, it was the first time he dealt with a feisty one.

The kid pushed away John's arm and excused himself, "Keep your hands to yourself for once in your life."

John was left dumbfounded as he watched the boy walked away. After he regained his mind, he looked at the bystander who watched the whole thing and asked, "Who the fuck was that guy?"

The bystander, intimidated by John yelled out, "T-That's H-Hughie Campbell. P-Please don't hurt me..." He ran away.

John muttered the name with his lips. Hughie Campbell. He noticed the kid sometimes, odd one among the bunch, quiet, probably sits in the loser's table.

A glimpse of Hughie's disgusted eye appeared in John's mind. The boy really intrigued him.

"I can't wait to wipe that expression off his face."

The imagine of Hughie's distorted expression, hatred combined with powerlessness as John put him in his place itched in his heart.

But how will he do it?

In the end:

John : You bastard, who gave you permission to talk to that no-name bitch? *menacingly*

Hughie: Wha–?

John : He's mine. Get your hands off. *glares at Robin*

Hughie : Since when am I yours?

John : Since you riled me up and left me blue-balled every chance you get.

Time: post S3 of The Boys

Homelander was in the pinnacle of human society, no one can rival him. After he took in Ryan he didn't expect his own son to try assassinating him.

Homelander : Why...?

Ryan : You're a monster. You think everyone loves you when they cheer your name but they don't. They all fear you but doesn't dare retaliate against you. But I'm their last hope! You always told me to be a great hero and I'm going to be one. Just not like you.

Betrayed by his own son, Homelander didn't have any other choice but to kill him himself. As he cradled Ryan's lifeless body in his own hands he thought to himself, why is it so hard for anyone to love him when he had tried so hard?

Homelander went to sleep that night as he grieved of his lost son.

When he woke up, he was in an unfamiliar bedroom, in unfamiliar clothes. The door opened revealing Hughie with a tray of breakfast, "Oh, You're up already? I wanted to surprise you but you surprised me instead. Did you sleep well, John?"

Homelander froze when his real name was used. Usually he would hate it to death when people use his real name because there was always a trace of disdain and fear towards him when they use it, but hearing his name spoken without a hint of malice and instead the unfamiliar feeling of... what is it... affection? Made him felt comfortable.

Homelander : Why are you calling me, John?

Hughie : So am I supposed to call my husband by his hero name now? Okay, The Homelander, hurry up and finish breakfast then shower. The others are going to be here soon.

When Hughie left the room Homelander couldn't help but felt like he had done something wrong...

Wait–husband?

After Homelander finished showering he heard noises outside, familiar noises. When he exit the shower he saw Butcher and anger boiled in him. He unconsciously moved and slammed Butcher to the wall, ready to kill him. He was tugged by a short boy who was clearly afraid of him but braved himself, "Don't hurt him, Uncle John." Afterwards Becca picked the boy up and moved away from Homelander.

Homelander noticed the boy, they called, Ryan is different from his son. The boy had dark hair and hazel eyes, different from his Ryan's blonde hair and blue eyes.

"John! Let him go!" Now Hughie was in the picture angrily looking at him. He could hear the other's heartbeat, everyone was afraid of him except of Hughie. He unconsciously obeyed.

Butcher fell to the ground and Hughie helped him stand. He muttered apologies to both Billy and Becca and saying they'll visit the others house in the future instead. So the couple left.

Homelander was sitting down and staring blankly on the sofa. He couldn't make sense of what's happening around him. Hughie was about to get angry at Homelander but noticed the other not being himself, he seemed to be anxious and Hughie could swore he regressed back to his past self.

Hughie cupped the other's cheek, "Hey, are you okay? Breathe with me. Hear my heartbeat." He took one of Homelander's hand and put it on his neck, showing his own vulnerability. "Feel my pulse. I love you, John."

Love. That was all he wanted. He loved Maeve and believed it when she said she loved him, but in the end she hated him the whole time. He tried to seek comfort in Madelyn, he wanted any type of love the other could give. At first he was jealous of the little creature Madelyn has and wanted to capture her attention by acting out, then suddenly their love turned from maternal to romantic and he will take whatever love she was willing to give him. But in the end, she didn't love him, she was afraid of him.

Then he met Becca and Ryan, he thought they could be a happy family together and that he would finally be loved as a family. But Becca refused to forgive him and to even give him a chance, but Ryan was albeit willing to trust him so he figured he could make things right. Afterwards he met Stromfront, he had hated her in the beginning but she slithered her way into his heart, uttering words sweet as honey into his hear and he believed that she loved him he thought finally someone will love him. He was willing to love her even if she had become a cripple and disfigured as long as she loved him back but he realized what she loved was not him. It was the idea that she could use him to create her ideal world and when he refused, she killed herself, on his birthday.

Next he only had Ryan, but a miracle happened and Soldier Boy who he found out was his father came back. His heart sang in happiness, he thought all his life that he didn't have parents and he had one. He could finally have the family he always hoped, someone who will love him unconditionally. His hope was crushed when his own father was disappointed in him and tried to kill him.

All these time, Ryan was the one by his side. The one that believed him, the one that's willing to stay with him. He poured his heart hand soul into raising Ryan, hoping one day he could see the love in his eyes directed towards himself. But like everyone else, Ryan betrayed him and Homelander had to kill him with his own hands.

Why? Why? Why? Why is it so hard for someone to love him?

The flooding memories triggered his anger but he heard those words once again from the man in front of him, "I love you, John. I'm always going to be here, with you." Hughie smiled and looked at him with eyes full of... Love.

That was all he wanted.

Hughie leaned in to kiss him and Homelander never felt this kind of kiss before. The previous times was always laced with fear or lust but this time, he can feel every inch of warmth and affection the other could offer and it made his heart spark with joy. Finally, someone who truly love him.

Their kiss broke when a loud bang was at the door and another version of himself showed up by the door. "Hughie! Get away from him, that's not me!"

Homelander was thrown to the ground by the other him and they fought.

John : I've been to your world and it sickens me. You're fucking disgusting. Go back to your twisted world.

Homelander was about to continue fighting when Hughie jumped up in front of the other Homelander. "You can't hurt him."

Homelander who saw all this was once again heartbroken. "It's not fair. Why won't anyone be by my side. He's me but why am I the only one who is never loved?!! Why won't anyone fucking love me?!!"

Seeing how broken Homelander was, Hughie wanted to go over and comfort him when his husband stopped him. They both saw Homelander became transparent and he disappeared completely. He really pitied him, from the way Homelander spoke he must've been hurt badly in his original world. Is that what his husband would've been if Hughie wasn't with him?

Homelander who was back in his own world destroyed his own apartment building venting out his anger and frustration. Why was the universe so cruel letting him see the life he always wanted but doesn't let him have it.

Butcher is worried that Hughie sneaks out of the house at night to God knows where and always came back home when everyone is asleep. So he followed him and found Hughie on a rendezvous with Homelander.

Billy : Get away from him!

Hughie : Billy!?

Homelander : You must be William, nice to finally meet my lover's family.

Billy : Now you stay away from Hughie or I will wipe that smug smirk off your face with my fist !!

Hughie : Billy!!

Homelander : Try me.

Hughie : John!!

Hughie : Stop trying to kill each other, you two!!

In the end Hughie couldn't stop his brother and boyfriend fighting. With Butcher acting like he's trying to defend Hughie's honor and Homelander who never let slide any type of provocation especially when it comes to someone trying to separate him and Hughie.

Everyone found out about how much of a psycho Homelander is and began hating him both online and on-site. Homelander got angry that he wasted his time to get the approval and love of the puny humans snapped and destroy the entire planet along with everyone in it.

Unexpectedly, Hughie out of all people was the last human alive. He cries as everyone he even known had died, begging Homelander to kill him already.

Homelander broke out of his snap and realizes what he had done. Everyone except him and Hughie is gone, if he killed Hughie then he would be all alone in this earth so he decided to spare him much to Hughie's dismay.

Amidst the ruin of New York, Hughie grew more and more insane. He tried killing himself but Homelander stopped him each time. He avoided Homelander for months before the effect of no human contact finally hits him. Against his better judgement, Hughie began to humor Homelander, listening, talking, and comforting the other.

They both see each other's hidden sides. Homelander sees how gentle Hughie could be and how much adoration he had for him before all the A-Train stuff had happened. And Hughie heard about the traumatic childhood the supe had under vought, no human not even a supe deserves to be locked up like an animal their whole childhood.

I feel so sad that Homelander x Hughie isn't as popular as other ships. I crave to see more of this ship.