ANTONY STARR as Edward Rutledge G20 (2025)â dir. Patricia Riggen

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ANTONY STARR as Edward Rutledge G20 (2025)â dir. Patricia Riggen

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Antony Starr as Corporal Edward Rutledge in G20 (2025)
Hear me out...
Twin!Homelander?
Homelander x reader x Rutledge?
...my brain went places after seeing the G20 trailers the other week!
If I do make something of this, it's my first time writing a reader character and not OC so I may need to iron out some kinks throughout the process.
Fuck NNN. Let's Grow a Beard
Paring: Homelander x GN!Reader
Warnings: SFW, Homelander is probably OOC but it's a silly fic and that's ok, As a cis woman I have have zero ideas how growing beards actually works.
Words: 801
AN: I am aware that's Eddie that I used for the GIF but I needed to show peoples who haven't seen G20 his sexy face. He is relevant in this.
Summary: You are curious to what Homelander would look like with a beard.
Enjoy. Masterlist
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No Nut November was stupid.
That was the first thing you thought one crisp morning as you padded into the living room, drowning in one of Homelanderâs scarcely worn shirts like a smug, cozy thief. He was on the couch, scrolling his phone with the same level of disdain he reserved for B-list supes.
You flopped next to him.
âInternetâs at it again.â
He didnât look up. âHm?â
âPeople are doing that âNo Nut Novemberâ challenge again.â
Now that got his attention.
He lowered the phone. Squinted.
âWhat⊠is that.â
âYou know. No sex. No touching yourself. No fun. Thirty days of denial.â
He stared, blank.
âYouâre kidding.â
âNope.â
His face went through several stages: confusion, disgust, then absolute horror.
âThatâs not a challenge. Thatâsâ thatâs human rights abuse.â
âThatâs what I said.â
He narrowed his eyes. âWho made this rule?â
âRandom men on the internet.â
He scoffed. âOf course. People who can barely go four minutes are now pretending they can go a month? Pathetic.â
You smiled. Slow. Lazy. Deadly sweet.
âI just want you to know,â you said, patting his knee, âI would never subject you to that.â
He turned toward you like youâd just rescued a puppy from a burning building.
ââŠyou really do love me.â
Then you added, perfectly blunt, âThat and Iâm not punishing my own libido just to watch you get blue balls. That helps no one.â
Then you grinned.
âBut. If you want a challenge⊠I do have one.â
He straightened. Alert. Like a dog who just heard the treat bag.
âOh this should be good.â
You turned toward him, very serious.
âNo Shave November.â
And the horror returned.
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WEEK ONE
The Doubt Phase
It wasnât much at first.
Just stubble. A suggestion of stubble. Like his face was considering the idea of hair but couldnât commit.
Yet there he was, standing in front of the mirror like it was a mortal enemy.
âIt looks⊠messy.â
âYou look like a person. Itâs good for you.â
He shot you a sharp look through the reflection.
âIâm a god. Not a person.â
There wasnât any real heat behind it. Just ego. Just habit.
You stepped closer, totally unbothered.
âEven gods have beards, baby.â
You shrugged. âZeus had one. Poseidon too. Pretty sure it was a whole ancient divine trend.â
He stared at you.
Then, very quietly:
ââŠthey did look cool.â
You came up behind him, slid your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back because his shoulder was too high to reach comfortably.
You rose onto your toes, leaned up, and kissed his jaw.
A tiny rasp of stubble brushed your lips.
It was new. Soft. Weird. Intimate.
âItâs cute,â you murmured.
He tried to stay annoyed.
He failed.
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WEEK TWO
The Cheating Attempt
You caught him in the bathroom.
Heat vision glowing. A single hair about to be incinerated.
âHEY. Thatâs cheating.â
He flinched. âI wasnât shaving!â
âItâs follicle homicide.â
âThatâs not a term.â
âIt is now. Stop.â
âThis is torture.â
âYouâve been inconvenienced for seven days. My god, someone call Amnesty International.â
He glares⊠but he also blushes when your fingers brush along his jaw.
âYou really think it looks good?â
You answer without teasing now. Just truth.
âI do. And itâs getting better.â
He tries not to melt.
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WEEK THREE
The Public Notices
He steps outside. Cameras notice.
By noon, itâs trending:
HOMELANDER BEARD WATCH
HOT? OR LOSING IT?
IS THIS A POWER MOVE OR A CRY FOR HELP?
He storms around the penthouse like someone told him they ran out of milk.
âThey called it PATCHY.â
âThey called you hot too.â
âThatâs not the POINT.â
You catch his face between your hands.
âHey. Listen. It looks good. Really good. Youâre just not used to looking⊠human.â
His expression softens.
Just barely.
ââŠsexy human?â
You nod.
âVery.â
That settles him.
You win. Again.
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WEEK FOUR
Challenge Won
He doesnât warn you.
You wake up and heâs standing there â beard fully grown in, shaped, darker blonde, devastating.
Not Homelander the brand.
Not the polished clean shaven statue.
Something older.
Sharper.
Hot in a way he shouldnât be allowed to be.
Your breath actually catches.
He raises a brow.
âWell?â
Your brain fails you for a second, and then:
âYou look like that guy from G20.â
He blinks. ââŠWho?â
âThat military advisor with the beard. Rutledge. The intense one.â
You swallow, looking him up and down again. âHe looked unfairly hot too.â
A slow, wicked smile curls at his mouth.
âUnfairly, huh?â
âYou shouldnât be allowed to look like that.â
He leans in, beard brushing your cheek, voice low:
âThen I guess weâre both grateful I donât follow rules.â
You drag your hand along his jaw.
You feel the beard.
Youâre done for.
âKeep it.â
His grin says he already planned to.
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