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Homelander (The Boys)
Control I Afterparty I A kiss for a genius I The glow beneath I Red carpet sharp tongues I Unexpectedly yours I Stars and stripes between the sheets
Homelander's bloody headcanons I Homelander's obsessive behaviors headcanons
Loki (MCU)
My precious I She wears the stars I Strange creatures with soft fur I Golden frames and watercolor I Silly date with the God of Mischief
Loki (1 character x 10 songs x 10 headcanons)
The Corinthian (Sandman)
Home I Cosmic anomalies I Lucky Girl (part.1) I Lucky Girl (part.2) I Lucky Girl (part.3)
The Corinthian (1 character x 10 songs x 10 headcanons)
David 8 (Alien)
Alien : ERIS - part.1
Fandoms OCs
Info post 🤍 (all 4 characters)
Ophera backstory (The Boys) I Ophera face claim (The Boys)
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When Vought got Homelander’s body back they undress him first from the clothes they owned. The heart went straight into a drawer-it holds all the bad men’s secrets after all. The rib cage is now sitting in a glass cabinet. Soon, just like God’s, a hand will reach for one rib and another child will fall from grace.
They took the remains of his brain and put it in a jar. Is here where God hides? Or at least something similar, beautiful? Does it curl in the corner? Does it mind the bad smell, or will the saviour thrive in more suffering?
Then, they pumped his blood away into vails. Light, empty. Virgin to murder. Newborn human. Each vial for each day of an experiment. Isn’t that exciting? They took each eye apart to see where the lasers went. All they found were unshed tears.
Snakes shed their skins to be free. Does this snake know freedom? Now you only see muscles. They once moved at pace no other child could survive, now are stretched under a lamp, he really did go everywhere in the world but somehow ended up here. Chased a ball where they fetched it. “Run, the past is behind you, catching up. Give Gods a good show.”
The blue-gloved hands can’t do anything to him anymore. Not grab, not caress, not even hold, not like they ever did. Oh. But they keep on touching. This one’s eyes aren’t even in his skull anymore. They see this assault from the other side of the room. But body remembers and the mind awakes. This is his punishment.
All flesh rots, but not here. That is his punishment. A witnessing of his own destruction.
2.
The brain in the jar is a facade. His mind lives across many. There was once a woman who saw him in a newspaper. Back when he was a dreamboat, and she wondered how is it to fuck him. She overdosed on a fantasy. He goes as deep as his sorrow is. Who is he, if not what he has been through. The purest illness of them all. Makes his eyes look soft and wet. And she is a consumer of big pearly smiles. A man idealized him so much he died his hair blonde. He followed into the footsteps of camouflage experts. Like a lost dog with a yielding throat, willing to be terrible. And to lose himself in devotion, like salt in boiling water. Will he meet a similar fate? Is it better to be loud or not exist at all?
There’s a child who doesn’t understand death, there is a boy who wanted to be like him. Loud and beautiful and seen. There was once an elderly man who rubbed his forehead and sighted deeply in silence, for he read the history books but tells no one. Wolves and a lamb. Lambs and a wolf. No one likes a wolf. Wolves don’t like lambs either.
3.
He used to fly high. The slightest throbbing in his temples as he reaches up, screaming for God. Sore throat too. Where is he hiding? If not here among the stars, God must be dead. Why didn’t they tell him his father was gone? Jesus was there when Joseph died, right before he turned 30. John was only 17 when he swore he would keep trying to find dad.
John’s penthouse was always quiet. Just like he liked. No hums, no shuffling underneath, no rain falling over the windows. No planes-which he considered to be weak imitations of him-flying over his roof. He used to lay on bed and x-ray the ceiling watching them, then the birds. Wondering-if birds can inspire machines, what inspired the doctors to make him. Was it God? Was it a tiger? Or was it a vision of an animal that turned into an obedient soldier who doesn’t just growl, they bite. He wants to know. But this beast is a shapeshifter. A vessel. A vessel knows no reality. A vessel knows no reason, nor death, only loneliness. A vessel can’t even speak, when there’s blood staining its mouth and fighting its way out. How does it even ask the right questions?
Now, there is no rain, no planes, or birds, or God. They never came back, there was no ascending. Heaven is having fun. With gospels he knows so well, with prayers they engraved in his flesh. He knows this story, why wasn’t he invited? Even if Heaven is as low as the planes flew, at this pathetic level above the sea, he could drown in pleasure of seeing the semi-small world below him. Just for one more starved minute.
4.
Frustrated dogs get paralyzed. They are loaded guns. They don’t move, don’t eat, don’t bite. Unless you tell them you love them. They will choke on the bullet.
Angry dogs get killed. They are loaded guns. They shoot. Why? We fed them. We talked to them. So why is the dog angry?
Dead strays are a lesson. Their bodies decayed, bones found dissolved in water, wolves’ teeth worn on lamb’s necks.
Dead dogs have no gravestones.
They live a beautiful afterlife, running where there’s no cold rains. While their body turns into corpse. Until their owner forgets how their dog’s bark sounded like. Then, the soul is brought back into the body, ripped by the ultimate forces of nature-love and control. Just like a stray’s body, one they always were.
Ownership isn’t a bond. It will always leave you in pieces.
I think I could pull him with my charm. Bonus: high libido and I value a lot physical touch, self-esteem about my body is pretty high too lmao. Mentally I'm an empath and I'd love to make him feel seen and appreciated, also in "sorry I'm covered in blood" moments. Even If I'm afraid I might fall very quickly into the dark side with him, because hey he's the worst but what If I was his favourite? we're going to hell together my love
But I have tattoos (around 10) and I'm not sure he might like them, not because of the subjects but because there's ink under my skin. Or maybe he might get mad because I have not a single one dedicated to him.
I think you’d be sitting on a couch one evening, and he’d just start eyeing the tattoos during a domestic, intimate moment. Then, he’d do that double take, awkward stuttered “hmmm….? Umm…did you ever think about…-” he’d poke the empty spot on your shoulder, where it meets your chest. Almost on a collarbone, elegant placement. Quiet but visible. Somewhere he associated with decoration. “-…putting something there?” He’d say like a little kid. Then add with an arrogant scoff: “Not like you don’t have enough already but…”
And god, he’d hope you’d understand what he meant by that soft “but”…
He has his own way of showing love. And if your tattoos mean something to you? Make you happy? Or they make a person he loves? He wants to be a part of it. Otherwise he’d hate them. Bc what’s the point?
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Since most of you became really curious about my The Boys OC Ophera, I decided to write down a backstory timeline for her!
TW: SPOILER WARNING, mention of these dark topics, blood, violence, human experiments (compound V), a lot of drama and power play dinamics
adding here her playlist for the vibes
Origins
Miranda Reinslayer was raised in the Vought Labs by a young Madeline Stillwell with other many young supers. The experiment on her wasn't that brutal, only injections of compound V to test the effects. She bonded a lot with a super younger than her, his name is Lesh (Leonardo) Estacado.
Miranda believes she was born in Vought's labs, but like many other newborns she was actually delivered to the laboratories by her own mother. Because they would give her a better future. Her original name was Diana Offman, later changed to Miranda to erase her family connection.
She developed metal tendons in his arms, they act as a magnet to control the metals around her. Due to an injection that was too powerful, her vocal cords were transformed into shiny metal; everyone thought she would die, but she only developed an extraordinary, unique ability to sing.
Miranda and Lesh attend classes at Godolkin University remotely, and only show up in person a few days a year. When she was still in training to learn how to use her powers, she once escaped from the labs and found herself in a theater at Vought spectacles floor. To avoid being caught by scientists, she climbed onto the mezzanine floor above the stage, and after a scare due to someone in the darkness of that place, she fell down. Feeling the void under her, she developed vertigo and the fear of great heights.
At the age of 25 she was introduced into the Sevens, when Lamplighter left his place empty.
Her format is to embody the woman desired by the public, the Vought vintage and fascinating pin-up, she received the name of Ophera, because her mask was inspired by a victorian novel. She manages to find a modest job in Vought even for his dear friend Lesh. Who will be renamed again as Illuminatio, a superhero magician with telekinesis abilities. The company creates the name ''The Magic Duo'' for when they work together, sing and perform, their format becomes very popular famous.
Season 1
After Starlight's entry into the team and Translucent's disappearance, Ophera continues to work in the Seven, maintaining a good and neutral relationships with everyone, his musical career grows worldwide.
As also happened in the past to the other women on the team, Homelander tries to exploit her popularity as his own advantage, and during an interview admits that him and Ophera are dating.
Ophera is not at all happy about the revelation, her nature makes her independent and difficult to capture, but she's forced by her contract to continue the show and pretend to be the perfect girlfriend. In private she suffers quite a few abuses from him. He likes to keep her close, play with her fears, he teases her, picking her up and lifting her off the ground as he flies, and she's terrified because she doesn't trust him. She thinks he'll make her fall. The he started enjoy her body way too much, at first, these encounters aren't entirely consensual; she tolerates him and stays the night when requested, but the truth is that she slowly gets used to this too, in order to survive.
Madeline dies and leaves her place empty at Vought.
Ophera sees some of Homelander's weaknesses and decides that she would take the reins of the situation, foolishly ambitious, she thinks she can manipulate him to make her life more tolerable. So, she begins to be gentle and more caring towards him, and the two inevitably bond. The farce of the false couple soon becomes a twisted romance, where it is difficult to distinguish reality from fiction.
There are no romantic feelings on her part, just a strange and sincere affection that she cannot deny. On the contrary, he begins to demonstrate some sort of dependence. They continue to live together as team mates, bed friends, teasing each other in every possible situation.
Season 2
Homelander and Ophera starts cover up crimes together. His brutal methods and desire for power influence Ophera and she becomes even more greedy and ambitious. She even kill another super during a competition, just because he wanted to take her place in the Seven.
Illuminatio, after that, begins to see something rotten in Vought's intentions and threatens to expose their experiments on kids like him and his beloved Ophera. Discovering that the relationship between her and Homelander is nothing more than a show for the cameras, and she's forced to have an intimate relationship with him, he wants to free her, he would do anything for her, even a wicked gesture. During a theatre show he threatens to kill some spectators and is brutally killed by Homelander in front of the whole team.
Days after, Ophera refuse to talk or see Homelander, and he realize he's now too romantically involved because her absence is tormenting him. Devastated by the loss of Illuminatio, but in need to approval from her fans requiring her to go on stage, Ophera must save people inside a skyscraper that risk to collapse after a bomb explodes, Homelander intervenes and joins her on the ongoing mission. But his intentions are less noble than expected. Feeling that he has become too attached to her, he thinks she is a danger for his position and mental stability, so uses his lasers to try to kill her. Causing the entire building to collapse.
She is presumed dead, and receives a public funeral. Stormfront takes her place on the team.
Season 3
After a long period spent hiding among normal people and healing her wounds, thanks to the complicity of Starlight, Ophera joins the Boys team, interested in getting her revenge. The white mask that she has always worn only for beauty and because of her costume, now serves firmly on her face to hide the big burning scar that Homelander's laser left on the right side of her face.
She works with the team to create the perfect opportunity to take Homelander down, but often end arguing with Butcher and Soldier Boy. On the contrary, she gets along very well with Kimiko, the girl loves when Ophera hums her old songs in some lonely moments.
I won't go into detail about the Herogasm event. But know that it's a quite familiar place for her, and she knows perfectly well how to access it. Many are surprised to see her around again. During that event she meets Homelander for a moment, and he almost doesn't recognize her due to her scar, he's surprised to see her alive, but also he appears somewhat disgusted by her actual appearance.
During the battle at the Vought tower, where she can let go of all the anger she's been holding in for months, she finds herself saving Ryan from some pieces of heavy metal that were about to fall on him. After that, she loses consciousness due to a fight with Homelander. And her body disappears again, not even the Boys know where she ended up.
Season 4
When she wakes up, she's in a hospital bed, with half her face bandaged and no idea how she ended up there. A single word from Ryan, that he feels grateful to her for being saved, was enough for his father, to spare her and decide to operated to give her back her beautiful face.
Initially she refuses, categorically not wanting to return to work for the Vought. But she is asked to return to singing on stage, to enjoy the crowds, being under the spotlight and leave the miserable life she was doing outside Seven. Greedy for power, ambitious, feeling cornered by Homelander and Ashley, she finally gives in and agrees to return to the team. And it makes her spectacular return, gaining even more popularity than before.
After the massacre committed by Homelander in the laboratory where he grew up, where Ophera is going to discover how much she forgot from her childhood a dear friend of hers reveals her the fact that her real mother would like to meet her. Miranda refuse completely the idea of having another name (as already mentioned, Diana), and and temporarily, decides not to meet the woman who gave birth to her.
Her relationship with Homelander isn't over. The fans are still crazy for them, and like a old bad habit, the two are once again involved in sharing penthouse and nights together. Ophera can't let go of him, and he desperately seeks her forgiveness, seeming genuinely intent on behave for her. He'll do anything to make her happy, even making a fool of himself at times. And Ophera begins to see the real John, a man who only wants to be loved and appreciated. Her heart begins to melt, and she indulges in more romantic and gentle moments.
Ophera will remain partially faithful to the Boys group for a little period, before choosing Vought once again, moved by the strange love she feels for Homelander. Despite the bad relationship that develops between her and Sister Sage, a constant contest for control of Homelander's mind, in which Firecracker also tries to play her part. Ophera becomes almost protective of Homelander while the other two women are with him. But the truth is, it's jealousy. She's earned the love of the most powerful man in the world, and no one will take that privilege away from her.
Now she can't deny her unhealthy desire towards Homelander and to be a successful woman once again, she wants to be The American Sweetheart again. And she fell once again for the dark side, interrupting any kind of contact with the Boys after learning what Butcher did to Victoria Newman and the fact that someone is developing a virus to kill superheroes.
At the end of the season their relationship is settled. He trust her with his own life and she started accepting some feelings she didn't think she could feel for him. Everything went well for some time, and for the first time they managed to live like a normal VIP couple.
Season 5
Homelander talks about becoming God, starts to rave, and she tries to keep him grounded. Failing. So the only thing she can do is follow him into his madness, as she always has. Now she knows there's no turning back.
She's against Soldier Boy's return, but here he is, back once again, bothering her. Reminding her of the time (while they were with the Boys) he stole a kiss from her, and she punched him. Then Ophera discovers something. Homelander and Soldier Boy are searching for the original Compound V serum, the primordial formula rumored to grant true immortality to Supes. And that is where a new conflict begins. Because Ophera wants that serum for herself. She wants to live and being beautiful forever too.
The visit to Fort Harmony creates new tensions, and when Homelander is locked in the cage with the uranium rods, Ophera fights Soldier Boy to free him. She is defeated and left for dead. Homelander believes she's gone, further devastating his mind. But she survives, and they escape. She lets herself be carried fearlessly, because for the first time she's stared death in the face, and her fear of great heights is now nothing compared to it. She now trusts Homelander enough to let him fly her to the Tower, something that would normally have terrified her.
Let's back for a moment in her childhood. Illuminatio, her dear friend, he was never a single person. But they were originally conjoined twins separated in a lab, one named Leo (Leonardo) and one Lesh, who share a single consciousness. To distinguish them, scientists tattooed card suits on their wrists: diamonds and clubs for Leo, and hearts and spades for Lesh. Throughout their childhood, researchers watched how both interacted with Ophera to see how a shared mind would adapt to her, yet she never realized she was talking to two different people. As they grew up, Leo became the primary twin known as Illuminatio, and when he finally stepped up to save her from Homelander, he wasn't afraid of dying because he knew his consciousness would simply wake up in Lesh’s body. This adds such a tragic layer to his final words, telling her to look closely because the trick would only work once in a lifetime.
Butcher found the dormant body at Fort Harmony after Stan Edgar tips them off, leading to his unexpected recruitment. The real twist comes when Illuminatio wakes up in this new vessel and realizes that Lesh is far more powerful than Leo ever was, possessing abilities the scientists never even detected. He moves beyond simple stage magic into something much more formidable, essentially a raw reality manipulation power.
Instead of making a spectacular entrance, he decides on a much more delicate approach. His goal is to slowly re-enter Ophera’s life by first slipping into her subconscious. Lately, she finds herself thinking about him constantly, puzzling over why he’s suddenly on her mind. The truth is, he is already there, watching over her and waiting for the perfect moment to officially reveal himself. He has been crossing her path in disguise. As the taxi driver from late night, the waiter at the Vought restaurant, and the gentleman who helped her with a door when her hands were full. She doesn't realize it yet, but that lingering sense of familiarity is him, quietly weaving himself back into her world.
Soldier Boy hands Homelander the original Compound V, terrified and selfish Homelander injects the only vial into himself. Ophera watches in absolute horror and devastation as her dreams of eternal youth and their shared future shatter in an instant. Hours later, a heartbroken Ophera destroys the penthouse in a fit of rage and humiliation. When Homelander arrives, a violent argument erupts. Ophera tears into his narcissism, throwing his deep-seated fears in his face and leaving him completely silent and guilt-ridden. After a sleepless night haunted by the terror of growing old alone, Ophera swallows her pride and confronts him the next morning, admitting her vulnerability. Moved by her raw honesty, a regretful Homelander promises to fix his mistake.
A week later, Vought scientists successfully stabilize a new dose of V1 at the cost of a hundred lives. Homelander presents the syringe to Ophera in a ceremonial, worshipful gesture, kneeling before her. Though disturbed by the body count, Ophera accepts her destiny and lets him inject her. What follows is a brutal, agonizing transformation: her body convulsing, bones snapping, and blood spilling across the marble floor. Yet, as the serum rewrites her DNA, silver lightning flashes beneath her skin, her voice alters into something beautifully non-human, and she emerges as a radiant, safe, and fully immortal being.
Despite the threat of the Boys wanting to recreate Soldier Boy's powers on Kimiko, Homelander insists on proceeding with his final speech.
During the public broadcast, Ophera is in theater alongside O-Father, preparing to perform and debut the mesmerizing, non-human depth of her upgraded vocal cords. In the moment Butcher engage Homelander in a fight. Realizing the plan has gone horribly wrong, Ophera run toward the Oval Office. When she bursts through the doors, she is met with a nightmare: Homelander is on the verge of being slaughtered. Without hesitation, she throws herself into the fray, using her new strength to temporarily drive Butcher back. But as she lunges to shield him, a desperate exchange of words reveals a devastating truth Homelander has been stripped of his powers. Paralyzed by shock, Ophera hesitates, allowing Butcher to strike a brutal blow that chips her right canine despite her V1 armor. Ryan then pins her down, forcing her to watch Homelander’s execution.
Cradling his lifeless body in the ruins, Ophera knows she is finally free from the toxic dependency and psychological torment Homelander inflicted on her since joining The Seven. Yet, the reality of her freedom is a bitter, hollow joke. She is now an immortal being trapped in an empty universe, possessing an endless eternity but absolutely no idea what to do with it. She had spent so long resisting, and finally accepting, the terrifying truth that she loved this monster, only for him to be ripped away the moment they shared the same destiny.
Days later, Illuminatio appears to comfort her. Ophera is not shocked; she coldly admits she had sensed his familiar, lingering presence for a while, just waiting for him to show his face. This reunion brings the long-awaited explanations and deep family connection she wanted her whole life. Yet, the timing is a tragedy: the reunion feels secondary because the only person she truly craves is gone forever.
Stan Edgar reclaims Vought and needs new Supes to captivate the masses. Recognizing her potential, Edgar approaches Ophera with an offer to return to the spotlight. She accepts, but on one absolute, non-negotiable condition: she wants Homelander’s exact position. She demands to be the leader, the crown jewel, and to hold absolute control over the empire. Her request is approved.
With the title comes the ultimate symbol of supreme leadership: the American flag cape. But as the fabric settles onto her shoulders, it is clear Ophera is no longer the woman she used to be. Now consumed by a toxic cocktail of unbridled ambition, godlike power. She makes a silent vow: If she cannot have him back, she will become him. Illuminatio pledges to follow her to the very end of his days with fierce devotion, but he does so with a heavy heart, fully aware that he is serving an unstable woman destined to be the next global nightmare.
The season ends with an unsettling, unhinged shot contrasting the heroes' good ending. Just before the screen goes black, Ophera looks directly into the camera with a slow, fascinating smile. For a split second, a glow ignites behind her irises, a shimmering crimson light eerily reminiscent of Homelander’s heat vision. I wanted a powerful, open-ended cliffhanger designed to leave the audience spiraling with questions: Is this a terrifying, hidden side effect of the stable V1 rewiring her powers, or has Ophera finally snapped, letting the darkness consume her entirely? The credits roll on the reflection of a new villain. Showing how she too has been consumed and brainwashed by the cruel machine that moves our world.
Writing this post feels so incredibly bittersweet. Ophera’s story means the absolute world to me, and sharing her journey like this makes it all feel so real. And honestly? I ridiculously hate myself for always being so stubbornly dedicated to following the show's canon, even when it tears my heart to pieces.
Since S5 is still so fresh in my brain, that part of the post is super detailed compared to the rest, but I promise more is coming. I’m already planning a massive rewatch of the whole show to catch every single detail, so this post will definitely be updated in the future! If you’re interested in her lore, this is the perfect place to start!
In the meantime, nothing changes: I’ll keep drawing her, writing her, and dumping fanfics here. The American Sweetheart isn't going anywhere! 🎬🩸Pls let me know what you think of her trajectory, I'd love to hear your opinion!
Too Close to Fake It (Nasha x Butcher) (The Boys x OC)
The undercover infiltration to Vought.
(This is around after S3, let’s just ignore probably everyone at Vought knows Butcher’s face.)
(2 OC’s appear in this fic, Nasha, my oc, and Ophera, destiny_rahl’s oc)
MM and Hughie are hunched over the blue print of the Vought gala event starting soon. Discussing the plan again. Butcher is standing at the side of the table and Frenchie nagging him about putting on his disguise.
“Come on, mon ami! The gala has already begun. Do you need help with tying a tie?”
“I know how to tie a bloody tie, mate.”
It’s already dark outside, the gala has already begun. Starlight is ringing Hughie’s phone.
“Hey, when will you guys get here?”
“Soon. Butcher is being a baby about putting on his suit and not sure where Nasha is.”
Then the door to the Grewal & Co. Import & Export office creaks open.
Nasha leans against the door frame, already dressed—long black silk, minimal jewelry, and high heels. No suit. No symbol.
“Ready?” She says.
A beat, before anyone starts talking. The boys just staring at her. This is the first time they see her so dressed up. Usually she is just in her hero suit or regular clothes, which never fit her body so sleek, showing off her curves.
“Mon dieu… you look magnifique.” Frienchie is the first to finally speak up.
“Thank you, Frenchie.”
Butcher turns away a bit and starts putting on his suit jacket. As he puts on his tie, Nasha walks up to him and starts tying it for him. Butcher is surprised but doesn’t show it. She is close to him. Close enough that his eyes wander around her collars a bit.
“Wow, you didn’t even try a little to clean up, huh? I’m supposed to look like I have standards. You’re not helping.”
They can hear Frenchie and Hughie let out a snort.
“Relax, luv. Anyone asks, I’ll tell ’em you’ve got terrible taste.” Nasha let’s out a little laugh.
“Try to look like you belong there, ok? Or at least like you don’t want to kill everyone in the room.” She says as she is pulling the tie through the loop.
“No promises.” He scuffs. She finishes the tie and adjusts his suit where it doesn’t need to be adjusted, and lets her hand lay on his chest.
“This is going to be a fast, in and out mission, right? No going out of line. Just quiet.” She looks up at him, saying it like a warning. Butcher lowers his head just a small amount, looking at her hand still on his chest.
“Yeah. Quiet.” Then he turns away, letting her hand fall.
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Vought doesn’t do subtle. The gala is covered in drapery, decorations of flowers and gold. The pompous attitude and money is basically dripping off of everyone attending.
Nasha and Butcher take the red carpet covered stairs into the main event where Starlight was waiting for them, wearing her own, white gown with gold decorations. She walks up close to Nasha as they pass through the doors, and without looking at her,
“West wing. Two rotations of security. Don’t improvise.” Annie says. “Where’s the fun in that?” Butcher says, under his breath.
“Ignore him.” Nasha rolls her eyes. Annie gives Nasha a look of “be careful” and walks towards the east wing.
Nasha and Butcher keep their pace and start to make their way through the crowd to the west wing. She steps in beside him, without asking for permission she slips her hand into the crook of his arm, light but deliberate.
“Smile,” she murmurs. He doesn’t. “Why?” “Because you look like you want to kill someone.” He tilts his head, scanning the room again. “Give me a minute.” Her fingers press into his biceps as a warning. He lets her guide the pace, just enough that it looks natural. Like he’s following because he wants to.
“Glad you could make it!” a charming voice calls out from behind them. It’s Ophera, another member of the Seven. She is adorned in her usual gold and ruby red, shining like the gem of the gala. It’s like she materialized from nothing behind them, not even Nasha could hear her footsteps behind them.
Ophera’s gaze moves, slowly from Nasha to the man next to her. It settles on Butcher and stays there a beat longer than polite.
“Haven’t seen you in a while, dear.” she says to Nasha. “I was starting to think you were avoiding me.” “I’ve been busy.” Nasha says, controlled, not giving away she has tensed up. Butcher felt her slight jump when Ophera called out to her. Making him immediately suspicious that someone who is a spy with sound based powers was caught off guard by someone.
“I can see that.” A small glance at their linked arms. Butcher tilts his head slightly, playing along already.
“You always had… very specific taste,” Ophera continues, eyes on Butcher. “This feels like a deviation.” Nasha’s voice is even, “It’s not.” “Really?” A beat. Ophera gestures lightly toward him. “Then you won’t mind telling me what he is.” What, not who. Butcher lets out a quiet breath through his nose. “Flattered,” he says. “Didn’t realize I was that hard to place.” Ophera doesn’t take the bait. Not yet. She’s watching Nasha, waiting. Not in suspicion, just curious. She is playing with them.
“He is with me.” Nasha forces a smile out.
Ophera cocks her head a bit and with a crooked smile she say, “That doesn’t quite answer my question, love.” she giggles. Butcher shifts slightly closer to Nasha, just enough to reinforce the illusion.
“Means she hasn’t got rid of me yet,” he says, with a half smile, sounding proud of himself. “Temporary, then?” Ophera asks. Nasha doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes.” Butcher huffs and looks down at Nasha with a clearly fake hurt facial expression. “You wound me.” Ophera smiles faintly, but her eyes sharpen. “Temporary is not like you.” she says to Nasha. “He’s useful.” She says quickly, in a straightforward tone.
“You’ve worked with useful people before,” she says. “You never kept them this close.” A beat. “Well,” she says lightly, “I won’t keep you, you should get busy talking with all these rich fucks. I must do the same.” She says with a warm friendly smile. “Try not to disappear again.” Then, with a glance at Butcher “Take care of her.” She almost whispers to Butcher. It sounds polite. It isn’t. She moves off into the crowd with the ghost-like ease when she got behind them.
They make their way towards the west wing again. A few steps. Ten. Twenty. They arrive into the hallway. It’s finally quiet here, only their shoes clicking and hard thumps are the sounds surrounding them. With a hum, Nasha controls the sound of their shoes, to not get anyone’s attention.
Butcher leans in slightly, voice low, “”Useful”, ey?” Nasha keeps her eyes forward. “Drop it.” “Just… interesting choice of words.” He murmurs. “Focus on the mission.” “I am,” he says. Then, softer, just for her “Didn’t think you’d admit it out loud, though.” That one lands. And this time, she doesn’t have a quick answer for it. Which, to Butcher, is answer enough.
They finally find the other control room. No guards around here, Nasha slowly opens the door. It’s empty. She quickly takes out the usb drive that Frenchie made and plugs it into the dashboard. A window pops up asking if you want to copy all data, she clicks yes and the loading begins.
“Mission, success.” Nasha says, proudly.
“Bit early to say, luv. You hear that?” Nasha focuses and she hears a couple of guards walking towards their location. “Right, brilliant. What now? Can’t exactly say we took a wrong turn lookin’ for the bloody toilets, can we?” Butcher says. They both look around with a slight panic, the download is only at 47% percent. The steps are close enough that Butcher can properly hear them as well now. 15 more steps, 10, 5… Nasha whips her head around, looking at Butcher. He gives her a confused look.
The door slams open, the guards step in “Hey! What do you think you are doing in here-!” He stops in surprise. Nasha is holding Butcher's face, leaning all the way in over him, kissing him. His back against the dash board, conveniently covering the download monitor, playing along, one hand coming up instinctively to her waist, pulling her in just enough to sell it, just enough that it doesn’t look rehearsed. For a moment the mission disappears, all Butcher can think about now is the press of her body against him, the heat of it, her lips on his, the fact that she didn’t hesitate. And he doesn’t either. Nasha is not holding back, the kiss is deep, like it’s something both of them have been missing. She is not the only one taking the lead, either. Butcher has also gotten lost in the act.
The guard clears his throat.
“This is a private area though, you can’t—uh—”
“Bit busy, mate,” Butcher mutters a bit out of breath as he breaks the kiss for a second.
The guard raises his hands slightly, backing off.
“Won’t be long,” Butcher cuts in. Another awkward pause. Then the door shuts. Nasha stays where she is for half a second longer than necessary, both of them taking a glance at each other, then she pulls back quickly with a sharp inhale.
“Thank god they bought it,” she exhales, relief breaking through.
Butcher doesn’t move right away, still leaned back against the dashboard, still looking at her. Processing. “…yeah,” he says after a beat. His voice is deeper than it should be. He straightens slowly, dragging a hand over his mouth like he’s wiping the moment off. Doesn’t quite work. “You alright?” she asks, already putting distance back where it belongs. “Peachy,” he mutters. Then, because he can’t help himself, “You do that often?”
She shoots him a look. “It worked.” “Didn’t say it didn’t.” He pushes off the dashboard, stepping closer again, but not too close this time. “Just sayin’,” he adds, quieter now, “bit convincing for a last-minute idea.” Nasha crosses her arms, defensive, but not flustered. “I’ve had practice.” That lands. He tilts his head slightly. “Yeah?” “It’s called improvising,” she says flatly, turning away quickly, only now realizing what she said. He hums, unconvinced. “Right.”
A pause hangs between them. He glances at the door, then back at her. “For the record,” he adds, voice dropping just a notch, “you’re not meant to enjoy it.” Her eyes narrow slightly. “I didn’t!” A beat goes by in silence then, “Focus,” she says. “On it,” he replies. But as they turn back toward the mission, he can’t quite stop the faint smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. And she doesn’t quite forget how close that just was.
The download finally hit’s 100%, Nasha quickly pulls out the usb drive and they leave.
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You wake with a jolt.
Gasping, choking, hand to your forehead–blood?! The moonlight spilling in from the windows makes the sweat on your fingertips glisten. No blood, but it wouldn’t be yours.
It had all been his.
“Homelander,” you rasp. He’s awake by your first ragged breath, and upright by the time his name leaves your lips. His palms are warm even to your feverish cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the rush of tears spilling down them.
“Whoa, whoa,” he says, voice rough with sleep and confusion. “Hey, whoa, breathe. What? What?”
You died is what you try to say, but the words grow too large. No matter how you try to push them out, they catch in your throat and choke you until all you can do is cry. Loud, ugly sobs that turn to sharp pain in your chest. It was so real, you want to tell him. Your brain was all over the floor.
You’d scream if you could stop sobbing long enough to gather the air. He’s scared now. His arms are too tight around you, but you’d claw your way back in if he tried to let you go. Your nails rake his bare back, pressing against impenetrable skin, desperate for something to cling to. No blood. He doesn’t even wince. You press harder, trying to hurt him. You can’t. It wasn’t real.
A noise of anguished relief leaves you. You don’t recognize the sound of it. You’ve never heard something so animal come from your own throat.
He doesn’t know what to say, or how to soothe you, so he squeezes you to his chest. Your heart hammers against his, your tears wet his neck. At some point he starts to rock. The motion isn’t smooth nor practiced. How could it be? It’s jerky; the uncertain movements of a child that has never been rocked to sleep, but knows the principle of it as an adult.
Still, it works. His even breaths give you a baseline to gradually match your fitful gasps to. His heart, beating just as strong and loud as yours, reminds you with every pulse that this is real, and what you saw was…
“Just a dream,” he whispers in your ear. There's a weight of understanding in those words. You’ve said the same to him when he’s needed it. When it was his head cradled in your arms, his tears wet on your skin. The nightmares are usually his. “Can’t hurt you. M’here.”
Sniffling, you run your fingers through his hair, thumb smoothing over his forehead. Even now, your touch makes him shudder. Despite the visceral realness of your nightmare, his skin is unmarred beneath your touch. You map every familiar line and slope of him, a part of you still terrified to find some hidden place where he is broken, but he is blessedly whole.
You close your eyes, sagging in relief. The exhaustion that follows the gradual release of your every clenched muscle is almost enough to knock you right back into unconsciousness. He presses his forehead to yours, his breath warm and still faintly minty on your lips.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” you whisper back. The sound of it is hoarse and small.
“Thought you’d lost it,” he says quietly. “Was it Barney again?”
That gets a huff of laughter out of you. You have one weird dream about a purple dinosaur forcing you to eat mattresses, and apparently you’ll never live it down.
“No. It was…”
You died. It was so real. Your brains were all over the floor.
Your eyes burn. The words are still too big.
“You.”
“Me? I made you eat mattresses?”
“No, stop,” you groan, thudding your fist halfheartedly on his shoulder. It feels good to do. It reminds you of how solid he is. “You weren’t Barney. You were… You were hurt. Bad. It was… It was so bad,” you say, the humor in your voice fading, more sobs threatening the frayed edges of it.
For a moment, you think he might laugh at you. Remind you he’s invincible. For all of his insecurities, modesty is not a condition that Homelander suffers. Any implication of his own vulnerability, of weakness, has always made him bristle. Instead, his playful expression sobers. He doesn’t know what to say. He presses his lips to your forehead, your temple, your cheek.
You close your eyes, sinking gratefully into his impossible strength. His hands roam your body without intent, ghosting the same path your own had traversed upon him. He nuzzles your throat, conveying in touch what he doesn’t have the words to say.
Each kiss feels like a promise.
I’m here.
I’m not going anywhere.
Feel me.
I’m real.
I’m yours.
He lays you down on the bed, settling his head upon your chest. You exhale a shaky breath, tangling your fingers in his hair. His arms slip around your waist, somehow both protective and vulnerable. He turns his head to press one last kiss to the spot just above your soundly beating heart.
“People don’t usually… worry about me. Getting hurt,” he says, glancing up at you. You stroke his cheek, admiring the crystal clear blue of his eyes. “Unless it's because they want to hurt me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know.”
“Ever.”
He smiles.
“I know.”
You cup his cheek. He leans into your palm, closing his eyes.
“I love you so much. I don’t know what I’d do if…”
You trail off. The words aren’t too big, they’re just too terrible to give life to.
He kisses your palm.
“I love you, too.”
You close your eyes, finally letting yourself be soothed back to sleep by the gentle, persistent press of his lips.
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they promised us massacre, bloodshed and the end of the fucking world; but end the end we just got this finale
and I'm not talking like this only bc my beloved is now gone, but from a show (that I deeply loved from the beginning) that has always been unpredictable, bloody and politically incorrect I expected at the very least a shocking ending
and personally, I'm upset they never showed us the effects of this so long desired V1, Homelander's new powers were supposed to make him scary and untouchable, but they didn't show us anything, we were robbed
to me S5 ends at ep 6, can't change my mind
thank God we have here fanfic and majestic creators here to rewrite everything, and I'm one of them so, now If you wanna excuse me, I have to focus on my OCs new content to make them fit perfectly in this diabolical canon storyline
I feel like I’d be cured of something if Homelander slapped his hands on my shoulders or touched my neck at all, idk I bet that shit feels good as fuck
That was him.
Pure, lucid, evil.
And I'd sleep all right with that on top of me.
My lover.
I adore you.
I wish I could be the wind, so I could kiss your skin, under the sunlight, everyday.
Me and @witchyclipse cooked up this collab between our two The Boys storylines, the vibes were so specular, and the concepts opposite, it was necessary to bring out two new pieces!
I'm still giggling for the detail of him touching Ophera with gloves on because she loves Homelander but Kaelie being caressed without gloves because she loves John.
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hewwwo my boyssss, I'm officially back with new art and a lot of ideas for this blog, restyling starts today! In the meantime enjoy these Ophera's artworks (and the supe in the third artwork is called Illuminatio, another oc of mine) I made to celebrate the S5 of The Boys 🫶🏻❤️