#shadow supe reader

You hated playing the part of Homelander's loving wife and the perfect step mother to Ryan. It wasn't like it was ever your choice. You were a shadow supe, which meant your shadows could heal you from anything. Even if you were burnt alive. So, it meant you were the perfect candidate to be Homelander's wife. If he got angry and blew you to pieces, it didn't matter. You were in the kitchen preparing dinner when you heard the door open. Your shadows crawled around you like tendrils as Ryan entered. He paused and looked at you, you knew you weren't exactly his favourite person.

'Hey,' he said. You smiled and looked at him. You always tried your best to be kind to him despite the fact that you hated your life here.

'Hey, kid... I'm making pasta for dinner,' you said. He looked at the shadows that crawled around you.

'You know he hates when they're out, right?' he said. You sighed and looked away and stirred the pasta again.

'I know... I just wanted to give them some freedom before he came home,' you paused and kept your head down. 'Don't tell him, please,' you whispered. You hated that a teenager had so much say over your life.

'I won't, I've got better things to do,' he said before walking away. You sighed and felt one of your shadows stroke your cheek. You chuckled softly.

'I'm okay... You don't need to worry,' you whispered. The door opened and your shadows quickly retreated when you saw Homelander coming home. You put on your fake good wife smile. 'Welcome home, love!'

Homelander slammed the door and you couldn't help but flinch.

'I need you to talk to Maeve,' he said. You looked at him in confusion.

'Uh, sure. What about?'

'I need her to have my babies,' he said. You stared at him in shock and one of your shadows slowly wrapped around your stomach. Homelander rolled his eyes. 'Put those things away, they make me sick,' he grumbled. They quickly retreated.

'Sorry, I was just shocked. Um, Maeve wants this?'

'No, that's where you come in. You need to convince her. Imagine how powerful our children would be,' he said. He stepped forward and held your arms. 'You can't give me a child. Not that I would want a child with your powers anyway. Maeve would be the perfect candidate to make a child with. One even more powerful then Ryan,' he said.

'Homelander... It's not her choice, you can't just,' Homelander reached forward and gripped your throat. You reached up and gripped his wrist. You whined a little and looked at him.

'Do you want to keep going? Hmm?' he asked. You shook your head and he let you go and collapse to the floor. You coughed and gasped for air as Ryan came out and looked at you. Homelander smiled and chuckled like he always did. 'Y/N, just had a bit of a fall,' he said. He helped you up and you smiled a little.

'Do you want a soda, Ryan?' you asked with a smile. He rolled his eyes and walked away again. You sighed and tried your hardest to not let your shadows out.

'Talk to her,' Homelander growled in your ear before he slapped your ass and walked away. You rubbed your head in annoyance and went back to cooking.

Once you were done you set the table perfectly like you always did. Homelander came out and wrapped his arms around you from behind. You knew he didn't find you very attractive, but you were a warm body, and that's what he needed sometimes. Plus, it helped that you had to do everything he said.

You sat in silence while Homelander and Ryan ate dinner. You usually kept quiet while they ate you didn't want to talk out of line anyway. You were lost in your thoughts when you heard Homelander groan. 'Honey, seriously.'

You looked down to see one of your shadows crawling over your hand. You blushed and quickly hid your hand. 'I'm sorry...'

'Seriously, they're so gross,' Ryan grumbled.

'I'm sorry,' you whispered again. Homelander rolled his eyes and you took a deep breath and tried your hardest to stay calm.

After dinner you were alone in the kitchen while you were cleaning up. You enjoyed the quiet and alone time you got, even if you did have to cook and clean during it.

'Why does my father want you to talk to Maeve?' you heard Ryan say as you turned around. You dried off your hands and tried to come up with an explanation.

'Oh, just uh...about media training,' you lied. Ryan stepped forward and glared at you.

'I heard you talking. He said he wants another child with Maeve. Why can't he have a child with you?' he asked. You continued to smile and tried to not crack.

'Well...your father wants a child that can be more powerful. A child from me would be...'

'Gross?' Ryan asked. Your smile faded and you looked away.

'Yeah...'

'So, you're fine with him having a baby with another woman?' he asked.

'Ryan, please just drop this. Talk to your father,' you said as you turned around and braced yourself against the counter.

'No, I want to hear it from you!'

'Enough!' you screamed as your shadows lunged out and wrapped around Ryan's throat. Homelander came out and lasered your arm. You screamed in pain and fell to the ground holding your bleeding arm.

'She was trying to kill me!' Ryan said. Homelander stood over you as you cried in pain. Your shadows wrapped around your arm and began to heal it.

'I lost control, I'm sorry,' you whispered. He looked down at you in disgust.

'Labs, now.'

You nodded and slowly stood up as he grabbed you roughly.

'Wait, where are you taking her?' Ryan asked.

'Don't worry about it, son. Somewhere she'll learn her lesson,' he said. Homelander dragged you into the elevator as your shadows still worked to heal your arm.

'I'm sorry... He was asking me all these questions and...' Homelander looked down at you, his eyes narrowed and you instantly went quiet. He dragged you to the labs and opened the cell you usually went in. He threw you inside and slammed the door before locking it. You looked up at him with sad eyes and he smirked.

'I love when you look at me like that, darling. Now, you be a good girl and think about what you've done,' he said before walking away. Your shadows swirled around you and formed into a masculine figure in front of you. The figure moved forward and wrapped his arms around you. 'Thank you,' you whispered. You were glad you had them at this moment.

--

The morning you woke up and saw Maeve looking down at you. You groaned and sat up.

'Heard you disobeyed your master again,' she said. You rolled your eyes and looked away. 'So, has he asked you to talk to me yet?'

'Yeah, he asked yesterday. Something about you having his babies,' you said.

'And let me guess, his perfect little wife will do that. You'll just be perfectly fine with your husband wanting another woman's children? Are you so pathetic that you'll ask me to have your husbands children?' she asked. You looked up at her.

'You know damn well I don't get a fucking say. You don't understand any of this, Maeve. Back the fuck off,' you growled. She chuckled as she watched your shadows crawl around you.

'Oh yeah, I bet you're so hardly done by up in your little penthouse,' she said with a scoff.

'My husband shoves me in a fucking cage when he's angry at me. Does that scream healthy relationship?' you asked. She stopped and looked down at you.

'So, why can't you have his kids?'

'I did have his kid,' you said. She paused and her face changed a little.

'What? What do you mean?'

'I had a child that was Homelanders... The baby came out with black eyes, probably had some of my powers. She was so beautiful,' you whispered as you looked away.

'What happened to your daughter?'

'Homelander gave her two weeks. She still showed signs of my powers, so he killed her. I screamed and wailed so he slit my throat to shut me up,' you said. Maeve looked at you with a horrified look on her face.

'He killed his...own child?' Maeve asked.

'I try to not think about it...'

'He took your baby away, Y/N. He murdered your child and you're still with him?' she said. You scoffed and shook your head.

'I can't leave, Maeve.'

'Why not?' she asked.

'He'll always find me. I have a chip inside me, don't know where it is,' you said. Maeve looked down at you and for the first time you saw pity in her eyes.

'Ah, the two girls having a chat,' you heard your husband say. Maeve rolled her eyes and left without saying a word. 'So, I know you're mad at me, but did you do what I asked?'

'I tried... I can't convince her,' you said. Homelander chuckled and looked at you.

'That's okay, sweetheart,' he said as he kneeled down in front of your cell. 'Not much use to you, is there? I suppose I can beat and kill you all I want and you'll just keep coming back. Plus, the public loves you don't they?' he said.

'You can't just force someone to have your child,' you whispered.

'Watch me, sweetheart. Because I can garentee I don't want your little shadow children. Are you still angry about me taking your little spawn away?' he asked. Your shadows wrapped around you and you could feel their anger.

'She was just a baby,' you whispered with tears in your eyes.

'She was an abomination, that's not the kind of child I want, sweetheart. You understand that don't you?' he said. You looked away and couldn't hell but let your tears flow freely. Homelander smiled, a sadistic look in his eyes as you cried. 'I'll leave you to have more time out.'

--

You had slept in your cage most of the day. When you woke up you felt pain in your body. You whined and heard voices around you. 'I'm trying to get the chip but her damn creatures won't stop touching me!' a voice said in a French accent.

'Well, bloody hurry up. She's fucking waking up!'

'Got it!' the man shouted as you felt more pain. Your shadows quickly got the works healing the wound.

'Bloody hell, she's gonna be useful.'

'Homelander...?' you whispered.

'He ain't here, luv. Your little husband ain't coming to save you,' the voice said. You felt pain again and yelped. Billy injected you with another sedative, your shadows trying to defend you but the sedative worked too quick. 'Guess we should try out that supe proof cell.'

--

When you awoke again you were in another cell, this one was a lot smaller than the one at vought. You sat up in the cramped space as your shadows whirled around you with worry. 'It's okay, guys.'

'So, those little things can understand you, huh?' a voice said. You looked forward.

'You're Billy Butcher... Becca's husband,' you whispered.

'So, you do know me, luv? I'm honoured to be known by Homelanders perfect wife. Were you in the picture while he was holding my wife Captive?'

'Yes... I was there. In the labs mainly, but he didn't marry me until...Becca died,' you said. He scoffed and kneeled down to face you.

'Ain't that a lovely story. One woman dies and he gets another one. Surprised he hasn't killed you yet.'

'He has... I can regenerate, even if I die,' you said. He looked at you curiously.

'You're the perfect little toy to homelander than, aren't you?' he said. You looked up at him, your eyes showing exhaustion.

'Yeah, that's why they make me stay with him... Wait, the chip,' you said as Billy held up the bloodied chip.

'Bloody thing was fused to your spine. Bastard really didn't wanna lose you, did he?'

'You got it out?' you muttered. It explained the pain you'd felt earlier.

'Sure did, luv. Now, I ain't a fucking idiot. We found you locked up in a cell in a blood stained dress with a chip in your spine. I'm gonna guess your husband don't exactly treat you right, huh?' he said. You looked at him with sad eyes.

'No... I'm just his wife out of convenience I never wanted any of this. Vought realised I could heal from anything so I was just something to test experiments on. Then they had the bright idea for me to be Homelander's wife. I'm pretty and I can't scar. It was a match made in heaven,' you muttered. Billy looked at you and the man you knew as the brutal supe killer actually looked like he felt pity.

'He's using you the same way he did my wife. Surprised he hasn't got you knocked up yet,' he said. You looked at him and your shadows tightened around you.

'He did... Once, but the child came out with my powers. Well, half if my powers. He's disgusted by my powers so he got rid of the baby,' you said. He looked at you in confusion.

'Bloody hell... What did he do to the baby?'

'He killed her,' you whispered. Butcher looked at you sadly. He knew homelander was a right cunt, but killing a baby was a whole new level.

'You spend any time with Ryan?' Billy asked.

'Yeah... He doesn't like me one bit. He blames me for what happened to Becca basically.'

'He blames you for Becca? What do you mean?'

'He has to blame someone. May as well blame the woman trying to pretend to be his mother,' you said. Billy looked at you in thought and glanced at your shadows.

'Affectionate little buggers, aren't they?'

'Yeah... They've always tried their best to protect me. Basically the only family I've ever known,' you said. Billy chuckled as he watched the shadows.

'You think I can trust you and your little beasts to come out of the cage?' he asked. You looked at him in shock.

'You would let me out...? Yes, yeah you can trust us. I mean I can't promise they won't want to crawl around you a bit,' you said with a small laugh. Billy smiled and opened the cage before helping you out. You took his hand and stood up as he watched the shadows crawl around his hand. They began creeping further down his hand as he tensed up. 'It's okay, they won't hurt you. Do you have a wound somewhere?' you asked.

'Yeah, bloody stab wound in my gut. Why?'

'They can heal it, it might feel weird but they won't hurt you,' you said. He nodded and let them crawl under his clothes. He cringed a little.

'Bloody hell that feels weird,' he grumbled. You chuckled softly and continued to hold his hand as your shadows found his wound. He gripped your hand tighter as the shadows began to heal him. They retreated and he reached under his coat to feel the wound was completely healed. 'Not even a bloody scar,' he said. You laughed and took your hand away.

'Pretty good trick, huh?' you said. He chuckled and looked down at you.

'I'll bloody say, I think you'll be useful to keep around,' he said.

'Why are you helping me? I mean from what I've heard you're a brutal killer,' you said. Billy chuckled and nodded for you to follow him. You followed him into the base that was empty now.

'Well, they're right, luv. I am a brutal killer. I've hurt a lot of people. I can tell you ain't like the other supes out there. I can see how much that bastard has fucked you up,' he said. You sat down and he handed you a bottle of water.

'Thanks... I just feel weird. I haven't not been under someone's control in a long time,' you said. Billy sat on the table in front of you.

'You're power is pretty impressive. Why didn't they want you on the team, front and centre?' he asked.

'They thought about it. They decided the public wouldn't like someone like me, they said my shadows were gross and scary.'

'Yet they let a tit suckin' freak be the leader,' he said. You chuckled a little and nodded. Billy watched your shadows continue to crawl around you. You noticed him staring and they quickly retracted.

'Sorry...'

'Oi, don't be sorry about them. They're apart of you. You shouldn't have to hide them. Especially when they're so powerful,' he said. You looked at him in shock and your shadows whirled around you affectionately. 'What are they doing?'

'They're happy... Usually people are scared of them and I have to hide them,' you explained. Billy nodded and reached a hand out. One cautiously moved forward and wrapped around his hand. Suddenly you heard a noise and looked up to see a woman pointing a gun at you both.

'Kimiko! Stand down, she ain't bloody hurting me. I let her out,' Billy said. The woman's eyes narrowed and she lowered the gun. Your shadows retreated back into you as you smiled nervously.

'Sorry, we were just talking...' you said. Another man stepped in and looked at you.

'I'm the one you can thank for getting that chip out of you,' he said. You smiled and nodded to him.

'Well, thank you. It hurt like a bitch, but I'm glad it's gone. It's been there for a long time,' you said. The man nodded and looked at you with a hint of pity in his eyes.

'Y/N here ain't a threat, that's why I let get out of the cage,' he said. Kimiko signed something to Frenchie as he nodded.

'Ah, Butcher. Why don't we talk in private? Hughie! Get in here and watch Homelanders wife!' Frenchie shouted as they left.

'I prefer...' the door shut and you sighed. 'Y/N.' You looked up to see the man that must be Hughie. He smiled at you and sat beside you.

'I don't think we've officially met. I'm Hughie,' he said as he held out his hand. Your cautiously reached forward and shook his hand quickly, pulling it away before your shadows could touch him. 'Your shadows are interesting. I've never seen a supe like you,' he said. You smiled a little and your shadows seemed to relax.

'Yeah, there haven't been any others. Well...one.'

'What happened to them?'

'They were my child, with homelander,' you said. Hughie looked at you in shock.

'You had a baby with homelander?'

'Yeah, a little girl. You know what I'm sorry, that was so weird to bring up,' you muttered as you covered your face.

'No, it's okay. What happened to her?' he asked. You turned to him and smiled sadly.

'Homelander didn't want a child with my powers. He got rid of her,' you whispered. Hughie watched as your shadows seemed to tense up again, almost trying to protect you.

'Got rid of her...? He killed his own child?' he asked. You nodded a little as your shadows wrapped around your hand and squeezed. Hughie reached forward and gently held your hand, he didn't even seem to flinch when your shadows touched him. 'I'm sorry, Y/N. I can't even imagine what he put you through,' he said. You looked at him in shock and smiled a little.

'You know I always heard rumours about Butcher and you guys. About how you were these terrifying killers with no morals... I guess I shouldn't be surprised it was all a lie considering people worship my abusive husband,' you said. He chuckled and squeezed your hands before letting go again. 'You're the one that Starlight is dating, right?'

'Yeah, she's on our side. Did you ever meet her?'

'Just in passing a few times between photo shoots. I never spoke to her, but I admire what she's doing,' you said. He smiled and nodded, you could see he truly loved her.

'Yeah, she's like the only good supe. Other than you as well, I mean...' he said. You chuckled and smiled at him.

'It's okay, you haven't had a chance to know me yet.'

'See? She didn't bloody eat Hughie,' you heard Billy say. You looked up to see them coming back into the room.

'Ah... Don't worry, I don't eat people. Not anymore,' you said as they all froze in shock. 'It's a joke... Sorry, I'm not good at jokes,' you said. Hughie chuckled and patted your shoulder.

Marvin was preparing some dinner for everyone while they were off doing god knows what. Billy had convinced the others to keep you out of the cage while they were out. You nervously made your way towards Marvin while he was cutting vegetables up. 'Need any help?' you asked as he jumped in shock.

'Ah, no... No, no I'm fine. I'm good, why don't you just sit down?' he said. His tone was short and you could tell he was nervous around you. You nodded and sat down as your shadows slowly formed in front of you into a male figure like they did when you needed to be comforted.

'Guys... Please don't scare him anymore,' you whispered as the shadow figure reached forward and held your face. Marvin turned around and stared in horror, his grip on his knife getting tighter. You looked at him and the shadows quickly disappeared back into your skin. 'I'm sorry! I'm sorry, it's okay they were just comforting me.'

'I think maybe...it may be better if you stay in one of the rooms for now,' he said. You nodded a little and stood up. He kept his distance but opened the door to Billy's room and nodded for you to go in. You smiled sadly and entered before he quickly shut the door. You could hear him dragging furniture in front of it. You sighed and sat on the bed as your shadows whirled around you.

'It's okay, it wasn't your fault. People just get a bit scared,' you whispered. You saw a picture sticking out under Billy's pillow and picked it up. You assumed it was Becca. You felt sick whenever you thought about her, what Homelander had done to her. 'I'm sorry I couldn't take better care of you son, Becca,' you whispered as you ran your finger over the photo.

--

The team arrived back to the base and Billy saw a cabinet blocking his room. 'Milk, what the bloody hell is this?'

'She was freaking me out, okay? I thought locking her in there was a little nicer than the cage,' Marvin said. Billy rolled his eyes and moved the cabinet out of the way before opening the door. He saw you asleep on the floor with a small blanket over you, your shadows doing their best to keep your comfortable and warm. He knelt down and gently shook you awake. 'Oi, love.'

You opened your eyes and looked at him. 'Billy, sorry I just got tired.'

'It's alright. Why are you on the floor?' he asked as you slowly stood up with him.

'I didn't want to impose and sleep on your bed,' you said. Billy looked at you sadly and could see how little you thought of yourself.

'You can bloody sleep on anything here, okay? Plus, you can take my bed tonight anyway, I'll take the couch.'

'No, no it's okay. I can take the couch. I really don't mind, I sleep on the couch quite a bit when Homelander doesn't feel like sharing a bed,' you said. Billy's jaw clenched as he looked down at you.

'And why can't you sleep in a spare bed, I'm sure he's got bloody guest rooms in that penthouse.'

'He just doesn't like me taking up much room,' you said.

'Yeah, well when I see that bastard again I'll bloody punch him for you.'

'Billy... I want you to know something. I tried my hardest to look out for Ryan... I knew about Becca and I wanted to take care of her son,' you said. Billy smiled sadly and looked at you.

'You're pretty damn rare, you know that?'

'Cause of my power?' you asked.

'No, because despite going through your own hell you still look out for others. You still look out for a woman you never even knew,' he said as he placed his hand on your shoulder.

'It may sound...dumb, but I always thought if it were opposite that she would care for my kid you know? I know I didn't know her and I'm making assumptions, I'm sorry,' you stuttered out as Billy chuckled and squeezed your shoulder.

'It's alright, darlin. You're right, she would've cared for your kid, she cared for bloody everyone.'

'I saw the picture under your pillow. I wasn't snooping, I swear! It just was sticking out. She was beautiful,' you said. Billy smiled and let go of your shoulder as your shadows reached out for him and wrapped around him. 'Oh god, I'm sorry.'

'Enough with the bloody apologies, love. You ain't hurting me, they're just curious,' he said as he held out his hand for the shadows.

'You really don't get...grossed out by them?'

'No, not at all. They're powerful, they can heal, they're affectionate and protective. Why would that be gross?' he asked. You felt a slight blush creep to your cheeks before your shadows forced him closer to you.

'Oh god! I'm sorry,' you said again as Billy chuckled.

'Relax, darlin. Like I said, they ain't hurting me,' he said. His hand went to your hip and you felt like you would melt into the ground.

'Billy... You're not just being nice to me to get back at Homelander, right?' you asked. Billy looked into your eyes and could see how uncertain you were. Your shadows tightened around him.

'No, love. I was trying to do the opposite. I wanted to bloody hate you for being married to that fuck wit. Then I saw you're just another one of his victims,' he said. You felt his thumb gently rub your hip as you nodded a little and he felt your shadows relax around him.

'I want to fight... I've always just done what I'm told, I want to fight for something for once,' you whispered. Billy smirked and pulled you closer.

'Well, you came to the bloody right place.'

--

You sat next to Billy on the couch and ate some dinner. The only one who came close to you was Billy and Hughie, the others seemed to keep a safe distance. Frenchie glanced up and noticed your shadows casually crawling around Billy.

'Mon Ami, you're aware her little friends are eating you?' Frenchie said. Billy glanced up and rolled his eyes.

'They ain't bloody eating me. They're just curious little buggers,' Billy said.

'And how do you know that? How do you know her little shadows aren't controlling you? You've been pretty docile towards Homelander's wife,' he said. You looked at him sadly.

'I would rather you just call me...'

'I have to agree with Frenchie. Why are you so affectionate with her now? She isn't on our side, Butcher,' Marvin said.

'I am on your side, I want to...'

'Not to mention her powers are terrifying and gross,' Frenchie said before you suddenly stood up.

'Enough!' you screamed as your shadows suddenly lunged out and wrapped around everyone's throats but Billy's. 'No one ever listens to me!'

Billy rushed to you and placed his hand on your shoulder. 'Love, take a breath. They're being bloody idiots, but you don't need to hurt them.’

You felt tears in your eyes before you quickly made your shadows retreat. You cried softly as Billy brought you into a hug and let you cry into his shirt. ‘No one ever listens.’

‘I know, darlin.’

The boys all rubbed their throats where they had been choked by your shadows. You slowly pulled away from Billy and looked at them. ‘I’m sorry… I’m just working through a lot, obviously. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.’

‘It’s okay, Y/N,’ Hughie said as he stood up. ‘They were being out of line.’

‘I suppose we were being unfair,’ Marvin said. ‘You have to understand how much supes and especially Homelander has ruined our lives.’

‘Trust me, I know. He ruined mine too. It was never my choice to marry him, I’m just a convenient accessory for him and Vought. I promise I’m not controlling Billy,’ you said. Frenchie sighed and made his way over to you.

‘I apologise for my behaviour. I should’ve realised you were as much as a victim as all of us,’ he said. You smiled softly and nodded.

‘Thank you… I’ll do whatever I can to help all of you. I want him brought down more than anyone.’

‘I can imagine,’ Marvin muttered. You smiled and glanced at Billy and noticed your shadows still crawling around him.

(kinda different but I lowkey loved this one. It's basically just Cinderella hahaha)

You were the least favourite child of your father's, you knew that. Your siblings were the perfect supe, and the perfect child. Your twin sister must have stolen all the perfect genes in the womb. She was short, blonde, blue eyes and perfect skin. The whole world loved her. You on the other hand were tall, chubby and had black hair. Not to mention your supe power wasn't "desirable." You were a shadow Supe, well that's at least what they called it. Anyone else like you was shoved away to be experimented on, but Homelander had surprisingly listened to Becca's dying request to keep you safe. Well, that and Ryan would never let anything bad happen to you. Thankfully he cared about you, otherwise you probably would be shoved in a basement somewhere.

Most days you felt more like your twin sisters assistant more than a supe. You sat in the main meeting room with your sketch book and drew pictures of your mother, Becca. At least how you remembered her. The door opened and you looked up to see Morgan and Ryan entering. Morgan looked at the shadows that were crawling around you and the desk.

'Sis, seriously. Can you not like...keep them at bay? They're actually so disgusting,' she said as she stared at her phone. You nodded a little and they retracted into your body. Ryan sat beside you and looked at the drawing, he smiled softly.

'It looks just like her.'

'Really...? I don't fully remember her, just in my dreams,' you said. You heard Morgan talking and looked up to see her live streaming. You groaned and covered your face. Ryan rolled his eyes and looked at you.

'Wanna take a walk?' he asked. You nodded and kept your sketch book close to you as you left the meeting room with your older brother. 'You know I don't think your power is creepy.'

You smiled a little as you walked together. 'Thanks... I'm glad I've got you around. It's just hard being around dad and Morgan,' you muttered.

'I know, I've seen the way he treats you. I wish there was more I could do.'

'It's okay, I just prefer to keep the peace.'

'Ryan, I thought I told you to meet me in the meeting room,' your father grumbled behind you. You turned around but kept your head down.

'Sorry, father. We were just taking a walk until you were ready,' Ryan said. Your father smiled with his usual fake face.

'Well, nothing wrong with that. Head to the meeting room I need to speak with your sister,' he said. Ryan glanced at you with a worried look before leaving. You kept a tight hold on your sketchbook. 'Sweetheart, I thought we spoke about you talking in public?'

'But... It was just Ryan and I.'

'I'm aware, but you're not in the penthouse, are you? So, that means you don't speak,' he said. You nodded a little and gripped your book.

'Sorry, father.'

'Uh, sorry who?'

'Sorry... Sir,' you whispered. You knew he didn't like you referring to him as your father.

'Better, now run along and do whatever it is you do during the day. Don't bother me or my kids, alright darling?' he said as he ruffled your hair in a condescending way. You watched as he walked away and looked down at your book again. You wandered the opposite way and decided to just go back to the penthouse and find solace in your room.

Once you were finally alone your shadows were more active. They wrapped around your body as you giggled softly. They slowly formed into a figure in front of you. A figure that was a ghostly resemblance of your mother. It guided you to your bed and pulled the covers over you. 'Can you be...him?' you whispered. The shadows slowly warped until they were a silhouette of your father. It bent down and kissed your forehead. The figure slowly disappeared and the shadows went back to crawling around your body. You felt so alone. The shadows continued to wrap around you until they engulfed your entire body. You felt warm and safe, you couldn't hear anything but your own heartbeat. The silence lulled you to sleep finally and yiu knew your shadows would keep you safe.

--

'Dad! She's in her weird little cocoon again!' Morgan's voice jolted you awake suddenly. Your shadows retreated and you glanced up to see Morgan looking at you from your doorway.

'Hey... Is everything okay?'

'We've got a vought party tonight,' she said as she barged her way into your room and began looking through your closet. Your father walked in soon after and looked at you.

'You can make dinner for yourself, right kid?'

'Yeah... I can do that, sir.'

'Good, we'll be out late. While you're at it, may as well tidy the place up,' he said before he left.

'Guess I could be called Cinderella,' you muttered with a small laugh.

'What?'

'Cause you guys are going to a party and I have to clean... It's like Cinderella,' you said. Morgan rolled her eyes and took a few of your dresses.

'You're so fucking weird,' she grumbled on her way out. You sighed and got out of bed. You were about to leave when your shadows stopped you and forced you in front of the mirror. They formed around your body to form a ballgown. You giggled softly and knew they were trying to make you feel better.

'Now I really do look like Cinderella. I guess that makes you guys the fairy godmother?'

You were making dinner while you watch your brother and sister come out in fancy clothing. Ryan offered you a smile. 'It'll be nice to have some time to yourself,' he said. You knew he was trying to make you feel better.

'Yeah, it will be. Let the shadows loose for a bit,' you said. Your father came out in his usual super suit and looked at Morgan.

'You look absolutely gorgeous, sweetheart.'

'Aww, thanks dad,' she said as he spun her around and they laughed together. Ryan looked back at you to see a sad look on your face.

‘I’ll be okay,’ you whispered to him.

‘Ryan, let’s go kid,’ Homelander said. You smiled sadly and watched them all leave. You sighed and stared down at the food you were preparing. Your shadows wrapped around you like a dress again as you chuckled. They formed into a silhouette in front of you and held out their hand. You smiled and took their hand as they spun you around in the shadowy dress. You smiled and they wrapped an arm around you and began to dance around the kitchen.

‘Handy little trick you got there,’ a voice said. You gasped and your shadows quickly stood in front of you to face the man you knew as Billy Butcher. He held your sketchbook up and flipped through the pages. ‘So, you remember her? You didn’t get to spend much time with her. Homelander was too busy throwing you in labs to try and rid you of your powers,’ he said. You looked at him in confusion.

‘Father…I mean Homelander used to do that to me?’

‘Yeah, luv. You were unconscious most times. Ryan told me Becca used to scream for you, your mother loved you very much,’ he said.

‘She loved you too, right?’

‘She did, darling.’

‘Why are you here?’ You asked.

‘Well, I came to snoop around while you lot were all supposed to be at the Vought party. Then I find you here dancing with your shadows,’ he said.

‘Yeah, they just think it’s better if I stay behind. I don’t really like big fancy parties anyway,’ you said.

‘Ryan would care if you disappeared, Morgan and your father wouldn’t,’ he said. You looked at him with a sad look in your eyes.

‘They would care, and they would notice. If you…if you hurt me they’ll notice,’ you said. Billy closed the sketch book and stepped closer.

‘I ain’t interested in hurting you, darling. I’m keeping Becca’s promise too. And by letting you stay here I’m breaking that promise,’ he said.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I want you to come with me. I’m far from a goddamn father figure, but I know I can do a lot better than that blonde fuck you aren’t even allowed to call dad,’ he said. You looked at him and your shadows slowly wrapped around you. ‘You could be useful to us, your shadows heal too. Don’t they?’

‘Yeah,’ you muttered.

‘Then we can make a deal. You come with me, use your little friends to help me and my team and in return and keep you away from your psychopath father. Even might be able to give you a weird fucked up resemblance of a family,’ he said. You laughed a little and kept your eyes on him.

‘I’ve barely ever left Vought tower. I’m not that useful, Billy.’

‘Yeah well, maybe it ain’t just about you being useful, darling. Maybe I want to actually do something good for once and keep you safe.’

‘What about Morgan and Ryan?’

‘I still have my ways to look out for them, but they ain’t like you. At the drop of a hat your father could decide to shove you back in the lab,’ he said. You nodded and stared back down at the food you had been preparing.

‘I’m scared to leave,’ you whispered.

‘I know, darling. You don’t need to be. You got me and those little friends of yours,’ he said as he reached his hand out and your shadows curled around it. Billy looked at you and noticed tears in your eyes.

‘I don’t know what to do,’ you whispered.

‘You don’t have to do anything,’ he said. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. You froze in shock before slowly relaxing and hugging him back. You felt a sharp prick in your arm and looked down to see Billy had injected you with something.

‘Billy…?’ You whispered as you began to fall unconscious.

‘Shh, darling. Don’t be scared, I’ve got you.’

—

Billy had successfully brought you back to the boys base. You were asleep in his bed and he looked down at you. Hughie walked in and watched as your shadows began to slowly wake up.

‘How is she?’ Hughie asked.

‘Alright, probably be right pissed at me when she wakes up.’ Billy reached up and gently ran his hand through your hair. ‘She looks so much like Becca…’

‘Hard to believe her and Morgan are twins. Morgan is so different,’ Hughie muttered as you began to wake up. 'I'll let you handle this,' he said before he left. You opened your eyes and looked at Billy.

'Easy, luv. You're safe,' he said. Your shadows wrapped around you and you noticed they weren't trying to hurt Billy. They were a good judge of character so you guessed he wasn't trying to hurt you.

'Ryan will be worried.'

'It's okay, he knows the situation. He wanted me to get you out,' he said. You slowly sat up and rubbed your head.

'What is he going to tell father...?'

'I'm not sure, love. He'll figure something out. Don't wait for your father to come save you, darling. He ain't coming anytime soon,' he said. You glanced down to see your shadows were crawling over Billy.

'They don't gross you out?'

'Course not, luv. Don't think Becca was either,' he said as he looked down at them fondly.

'I wish I could remember her more,' you whispered.

'You were only four when she died, darling... And like I said you weren't around her much,' he said. You looked at him with an uncertain look. 'What's that look for, love?'

'I'm scared, Billy,' you whispered. He slowly reached up and held your face in his hand. You looked at him in shock.

The last thing Butcher expected (or wanted) to see when he woke up in hospital was uou. The creepy supe he hated with a passion, that was unfortunatly now working with his team while he was...sick.

'Why the bloody hell are you here? Not enough that you stole my team?' he grumbled. He sat up and grabbed a pack of cigarettes before you snatched them away from him.

'Are you serious? You have cancer, you're not smoking,' you growled. He glared at you and rolled his eyes.

'I'm dying, I may as well smoke till the end,' he said. You sighed and looked at him.

'That's why I'm here, dickhead,' you said.

'I'm not having your fuckin shadows in me.'

'They can heal you, Billy,' you said.

'And fuckin link me to you and make me your goddamn puppet,' he said. You rolled your eyes and groaned.

'I'll let you have freewill! I saved Marvin, I haven't taken over his mind,' you said. He scoffed and snatched the cigarettes away from you.

'For all I know he's been your puppet this whole time. I don't need your fucking help,' he said as he lit the cigarette up. You looked at him and he noticed your shadows starting to crawl around your legs. 'Fuckin put them away before I burn them alive,' he said. You blushed in embarrassment and they quickly retreated.

'It's because you frustrate me, okay! I've had to keep your fucking team from falling apart while you've been laid up here,' you said.

'You want a medal, luv?'

'You made a fucking promise to them and to Becca,' you said. He stood up and towered over you.

'Thought I told you a long time ago to not mention that name,' he said. You crossed your arms and looked at him.

'You don't fucking scare me, Billy. I know you're fucking tired, okay? I know you miss her, but we aren't fucking done,' you said. He chuckled and looked down at you.

'You think some fucking inspirational speech will get me to trust you? I haven't forgotten the shit you've done, or the lies you've told me. Whatever we had before was because I thought you were on our fucking side. That left as soon as I found out you're fuckin one of them,' he said. One of your shadows reached out and he quickly pinned you against the wall. 'What the fuck did I say about those damn shadows?'

'Just come back to base,' you said as you gripped his wrist, his hand tightened around your throat. He groaned and let go of you. You coughed and rubbed your throat. 'I did miss you choking me.'

'Shut the fuck up.'

--

You and Billy made it back to the base and you could see how emotional Hughie was.

'Hey, man... How are feeling?'

'I'm fine, thanks for sending fucking Y/N to come get me,' he grumbled.

'So, it looks like he didn't agree,' Frenchie said. You sighed and looked at him.

'Nope... He fucking choked me instead,' you said. Hughie moved closer to Billy.

'She can help you, Billy,' Hughie said. Billy paused and looked at him.

'She's infected you, hasn't she?'

'What? What do you mean?' Hughie asked in confusion. He turned to you with anger in his eyes.

'I can fucking see it in his eyes. You fucking healed him at some point! I can see your little shadows in him!' Billy shouted. You backed away and Marvin rushed in front of you.

'Billy, relax. She didn't heal Hughie, her shadows are no where near him,' he said. Billy glared at him and then looked around the room. His eyes landed on you again.

'I don't buy it for one goddamn second.'

'You know he won't like me being here,' you said. Billy looked at you in confusion.

'Doesn't matter, you're here,' Hughie said. Billy turned around and looked at him.

'What the bloody hell is going on?'

Suddenly Billy woke up and he was back in the hospital. He glanced up to see Hughie and Annie beside him, his eyes travelled and landed on you lurking in the shadows like usual.

'You're awake,' Hughie said. Billy groaned and rubbed his face.

'Fuck me... Where the fuck am I? Why am I back at the fuckin hospital?'

'You've been here for the past few weeks, Billy. You don't remember?'

'No, no I fuckin remember. It was just a dream I was having,' he grumbled. He reached for his box of cigarettes and one of your shadows quickly moved over and knocked it out of reach. He death glared you as you stayed in the corner with your arms crossed. 'I know why you're here, luv. You want to fucking heal me with those bloody parasites of yours,' he said. You rolled your eyes and walked over to his bedside.

'You mean save your life from a brain tumour? Yes, Billy. I'm your only fucking hope in this,' you said. He scoffed and slowly sat up.

'I don't need your fucking help, traitor,' he grumbled. You knew he still hated you over the fact you had kept your abilities secret for so long. The others on the team had been more understanding of your reasoning, but not Billy.

'Billy, you have two months to live at most,' Annie said.

'Good, the less the better,' he said. You looked at him.

'You made a promise to your team to fucking take down homelander, you also...'

'Don't fucking say it, luv. I know exactly what you're gonna say and I don't want to choke you in my dream and in real life,' he said. You sighed and backed away shaking your head.

'We are so close, Billy. You know we can't do this without you,' Hughie said.

'Listen, let me heal you, we take down vought and homelander like we planned and then after that I'll poison you and you can die. How's that sound?'

'No, I'm not being your fuckin puppet. Those things will stay away from me like I've always said,' he said. You looked at him and couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. You hated how much he loathed you these days.

'Fine, rot in hospital,' you said quietly before leaving. Hughie stayed with Billy as Annie ran after you.

'Y/N! Come back, please,' she said as she caught up with you.

'I can't stand to see that look anymore... I know you've all forgiven me for lying, but Billy hasn't. It's fucking killing me to see him in pain and the fact that I make it worse for him,' you said. Annie sighed and looked at you sadly.

'I know, he's stubborn, but we all knew that. I know he doesn't hate you, Y/N. He's trying his hardest to hate you, but I know he doesn't.'

'He won't let me heal him, you know that,' you said.

'Just, talk to him alone. Hughie and I will leave you to talk to him.'

After Annie and Hughie had left you entered to see Billy smoking. You had to stop your shadows from coming out and stopping him again. You were on thin ice already.

'Hey,' you said. He looked at you and saw your shadows crawling under your shirt.

'Those fuckin things never stop being creepy, do they?'

'They're worried about you,' you said. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

'I don't give a fuck if those things are worried, they're creepy,' he said. You sighed and stood in front of him.

'I'll let you die, Billy. Only if you can look me in the eyes and tell me you're ready to go. That you're ready to let go of everything we've fought for. Look me in the eyes and tell me you're ready to leave Ryan behind, leave your team behind and give up the promise you made to Becca,' you said. You stepped closer and looked down at him. 'I know I've lost your trust, and I'll regret it until I'm dead, but you aren't doing this for me.'

'Why are you always so good at the fuckin inspirational shit. Anyone would think you're apart of the bloody wiggles,' he said. You chuckled softly and looked at him.

'So, Annie was right. You don't fully hate me,' you said. He scoffed and looked at you. 'I never wanted to lie to you, Billy. I had to keep the secret from everyone, I couldn't risk going back to vought,' you said. Billy sighed and took a drag of his cigarette.

'I know, luv. Fuckin hell,' he muttered. 'Fine, I don't hate you. It just sucks that you lied, alright?'

'I know,' you said as you sat beside him. 'Just let me heal you... I promise I would never take away your free will.' You reached over and gently intertwined your hand with his.

'I'm tired of fighting, luv,' he whispered. He squeezed your hand and you felt yourself relax more, you had missed him.

'I know you are. You've got a whole team to help you end this. You have to finish what you started, Billy.'

'After that, you promise to be the one to put the bullet in my head?' he asked as he turned to you. You chuckled and looked into his eyes.

'I swear I'll be the one to do it,' you said as your shadows began to swirl around his hand.