#starlight x reader

✦ you’d think that the announcements of new supes would old after a while, but vought doesn’t seem interested in slowing down production anytime soon. all of the seven is told about you weeks before you’re even released: you’re a fully lab-grown, blood-based supe. you’re dr. frankenstein’s vampire, complete with super strength, heightened senses, regeneration, bat-shapeshifting, minor levels of mind control, and a taste for blood.

✦ you’re part of the clean-up crew more than anything. can you imagine the scandal if dracula came in and saved the day? no, no. the shadows are where you work, hunting down political enemies and draining the bodies of anyone leftover by homelander or maeve.

✦ speaking of homelander… the subtle fangs are the first thing you notice when you do meet him. he can practically feel the weight of your eyes pressing against each tooth as you take in the sharp slope of his canines. it’s not intimidating. not when he’s himself, and especially not when he’s doing the same thing to you, staring at the weapons hidden behind your lips.

“careful, i bite,” he jokes, though his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. no, his eyes betray a sense of seriousness behind the sentiment.

“i’m sure you do,” you muse coolly, gaze even. there’s tension, but ashley interrupts you two before it can be acted upon (which is probably for the best, all thing’s considered).

✦ annie smells like a home baked meal, light, warm, welcoming. maeve smells rougher, like ash mixed with sweat. you’re not sure who you’d bite first if given the chance. the thought of brushing blonde hair out of the way before sinking your teeth into starlight’s flesh… ah, but then again, there’s maeve. maeve who’d make you fight for it. maeve who’d smirk at you as you fed, half-frustrated that you bested her and half-aroused by that fact. hm.

✦ you’re fortunate no one can read your mind. it’s embarrassing how much of your thoughts circle around semi-erotic fantasies of drinking blood. you’ve never had supe-blood before and it smells so tempting all the time— even homelander’s has a certain allure, though you don’t believe you could ever pin him down long enough to get it.

✦ nothing is more frustrating than being interrupted while you’re feeding. unfortunately, kevin— “the deep”— seems to have a bad habit of walking in on you while you ravage some poor unconscious body. vought feeds you the same way pet owners feed their snakes. there’s no blood packets, no fancy gimmick to make it look less horrifying; just you in a spare room, hovering over the body with blood smeared about your jaw and lips.

your head whips around as soon as you notice him, but he’s already backing away with his hands up. “fucking idiot,” you half-growl as you return to your meal. the scent of saltwater slowly wafts to your nose as he lingers outside the door, listening. great, he’s a pervert, too.

i’m once again thinking about vampires… god, fangs are just so sexy. vamplander moodboard coming soon, too.

☎︎ I love making these little text thingies, they’re so fun ╱ they all take turns with me btw!! #passmearoundlikeablunt

When you had first arrived to the wayne house, you were still a bright-eyed child, freshly 10 and adopted by bruce from a foster home. your bio father unknown, and your bio mother had overdosed on fenty when you were 5.

Being in a foster home wasn't really any better with 10 other kids being under the same roof, your loss of parents match well, but they had literal babies to take care of. So coming to the wayne house, you weren't disappointed by bruces bruces lack of attention, it was just fine for you means you didn't have to struggle to communicate in sign language with him.

The time you had come to the wayne manor was exactly a year before jason's death and you hide in the background and the shadows of your otherwise daring family members. Quiet, calculative, judging from afar as gotham's. Even if you were what the gotham elite considered the "slums", you were quite "well spoken" for them, they would point that out almost every time one of them would unpromptedly speak to you.

During these conversations they would also ask you "what do you wanna be when you grow up" and as a simple response you would say "A political figure." That would get some "oo's" and "ah's" before they finally grew bored and walked away.

Out of the two other wayne children (or teens) you spoke to jason the most, when he was still a bit light-hearted and not filled with burning anger. However the news of jason's untimely death didn't affect you as one might have thought it would have, it was more of "damn that's a shame" and move on, not that you harbored any dislike for jason.

but you had so many of your foster siblings lost to the streets of gotham that it merely affected you as it did when you were younger. Attending jason's funeral seemed more for the articles than it was to mourn because there were a whale lot of people there that you knew didn't even know jason at all.

The only time you even bothered emotional with the wayne's was when bruce had brought tim drake into your lives, you were slightly disappointed in bruce, but it that's his way of grieving than so be it. Tim did try and get to knew you but sensing no effort back, he thought to try again later (later never came)

You had met victor niemen when you were 13 as a charity gala held by wayne corp. That was also the first night you had first discovered you were a meta, almost scared half to death and your pretty outfit covered in blood from your head to your toes, you contemplated running, didn't know where, but running until you got somewhere. victor had come out of no where, calm and collected, not freaking out with you but rather, just analyzing you. Soon after he took you under his wing as well with him as your new mentor.

As the years passed by, bruce added more people to the family tree and you honed not only your meta powers but also your debate skills with being a seasoned national finalist for your schools debate team and also your political skills with training from victor, you had come to treat and think of him as more of a father to you than your legal guardian. And that's when

When you turned 17 that's when jason was revived, and you didn't blame him for being angry angry but it got to the point of angry anger and pure spite and being reckless, jason was all three at once almost all the time. At the time you were the only member of the bat family that wasn't tiptoeing around him like he was alive bomb that had a dead switch on it.

The Homelander’s sheets are a silky embrace across your bare skin. His hand is on your hip, his forehead between your shoulder blades. Starlight sleeps on her back in front of you. Her hair showers over the blue pillows in a blonde cascade of temptation; it has your half-awake fingers twitching lightly at your side, resisting the instinct to touch. Neither of you likes to give Homelander any credit, but his insistence on all three of you sleeping naked while in his penthouse wasn’t the worst idea – not when it gives you a view like this. Annie is beautiful at rest, but has never been a sleep cuddler. She’s delighted to hold you any other hour, but she needs room for sleep. You think it has something to do with her powers, which keep her body heat slightly elevated. Homelander, on the opposite side of the spectrum, can’t sleep without touching you. His preferred position is to spoon - he’s a switch for whether he prefers the big or little spot - but he isn’t picky so long as you are under his fingertips. He nuzzles your hair, he traces his fingers along your stomach, he purrs into your shoulder. One night, you dared to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. You opened the bathroom door to find the co-captain of the Seven pouting, then lifting you over his shoulder to bring you back to bed. Annie gave him hell for that one.

This morning is a slow one. You vaguely remember that your two supes have an interview with Seven on 7, but there’s no rush around the most powerful man on the planet. There hasn’t been an early meeting since this arrangement among the three of you began. It was the silent kindness Homelander offered when he noticed Starlight hated mornings; it was the same kindness that elevated his bed to a size that put Alaskan kings to shame.

You shift slightly. Homelander notices immediately. He groans against you, his forehead bumping your back. “No.”

You snort and ignore your chest fluttering when his hand on your hip tightens. “No, what?”

“No, you’re not getting up.”

“Who said I was?”

Homelander grunts and eases his grip so his bare fingers can trace along your waist. He says nothing for a long while, simply amuses himself by brushing his hand back and forth on your sensitive skin. He finally lifts his head to kiss the back of her neck. “What woke you?”

“Nothing.” You tell him as he continues dotting lazy pecks along your skin. 

“No?” He mumbles with a nibble to your collarbone. “Sleeping Beauty didn’t try anything?”

You look up at Sleeping Starlight with a smirk. It wouldn’t be the first, fifth, or tenth time he woke up to the two of you fooling around - or at least attempting to. With his sharp senses, it never lasts very long before he’s butting in and complaining the entire time about being left out. The last time it happened, you nearly passed out due to his attempts to “make up for lost time.”

There’s movement. It takes your sleepy brain a moment to understand that Homelander has angled himself to rut between your legs. The warm, hard press of him pokes slowly between your thighs, already lubed with precum. When you try to move, his hold on your grip tightens - a band of iron around you with just his thumb. He groans against your neck as he ruts harder, and you bite back a moan. “Homelander…”

“She won’t wake up.” Homelander murmurs before his tongue licks a long strip up the side of your neck. “Little firefly could sleep through an earthquake.”

That wasn’t exactly your concern, but you understand that the comment is more for him. Any moment he can steal you away from his co-captain, any time he can prove that he is the superior lover in this trio, is a win. He shifts then, keeping one of your hips anchored to the bed while the other slides over your waist. He’s humming to himself when the pad of his middle finger rubs tiny, slow circles into your clit. If your body twitches, if you try to buck into his touch, his strength prevents you. You’ll take what he gives you - nothing more, nothing less. Annie hasn’t moved an inch.

“So wet already.” He chuckles meanly when you whine, still refusing to go any faster. “Good dreams, hm?”

You part your lips to reply, and he chooses that time to push two long fingers into you in a slow, soaked slide. You moan, but he moans louder. “Fuck. Fucking perfect.”

The slide of his fingers is just as slow as his playing with your clit. He knows exactly how to get you off, but he’s not trying to be quick. He pulls them all the way out, all the way back in with a hard thrust that steals the breath from your lungs. He curls just so, and you’d be embarrassed by the choked moan you let out if you weren’t so turned on. Annie shifts, and you quickly cover your mouth. 

“No, no,” Homelander squeezes your hip and gives a harder thrust of those damned talented fingers. “I want to hear all of those.”

“We…we’re gonna wake her up…”

“Good. She loves seeing you like this.” He purrs into your ear. His fingers leave you with a sopping tug. Your pussy quivers, nearly pulling them back in, and he coos, smug enough to give your soaked lips a little pat. “Don’t worry. I’ll be right back.”

Homelander hooks his wet fingers under your thigh and tugs it back over his hip. The angle gives him enough room to slowly, ever so slowly, slide his thick cock into you. Your head falls back on his shoulder with a whine that’s pure music to him, and he bites down on your neck like a rutting dog. His devious fingers prepped you plenty, leaving no resistance for him to fuck you as he pleases. You can tell he got himself worked up fingering you; he’s faster, needy in his huffs against your skin and his thrusts.

“The fuck?”

You hadn’t realized how loud you were moaning, or how Starlight had started to stir. Her chocolate eyes are sleepy but open, looking more annoyed than surprised - and a bit aroused, judging by how she bites her lip at the sight of Homelander’s cock buried in you.

“Starlight! Good morning,” Homelander greets as he continues fucking you. He gives a rougher thrust that makes you choke on a moan. Annie looks up at Homelander sharply. “Oh, don’t give me that look. You’ll get your turn.”

She opens her mouth, but you cut in, “If you both start arguing with a dick inside me, I’m blue balling both of you.”

Homelander mockingly gasps and replies by slamming into you. Your eyes roll back as he slaps your ass. “You heard the lady,” He purrs to Starlight. “Play nice.”

Annie is too turned on to argue further. She kisses you hungrily, her soft tongue petting yours. Her hands roam your body, fondling your breasts with a knowing pressure. She heats her hands against your nipples, and you whine against her lips. “Cheating.”

“Sorry.” She smirks and moves one hand just over the outline of Homelander’s cock in you. His breathing is ragged as she syncs her swirls on your clit with his dick. You’re stuck between the Seven’s captains, at their mercy, so it’s no surprise when your orgasm leaves you boneless. Homelander is still inside of you; you know well enough by now that that means he’s holding back his own climax. He distracts himself by sucking at your neck.

“Don’t leave any hickeys,” Starlight murmurs as she pulls her hand gently from your clit. “We have the interview at 9.”

Homelander growls against your skin; you are still blissed out between them. “Don’t talk to me about work right now,” He mutters.

Starlight sighs, her fingers trailing lazily over your thigh and up your arm. “The last time we woke up like this, you made us late. We need to make sure-”

“For fuck’s sake.” In a flurry of movement too fast for your human eyes to process, Homelander lifts you and lies down on his back. He seats you so his cock never leaves your cunt, still hard, then grabs Starlight. “If you wanted my attention that badly, just say so.”

Starlight makes a small yelp of protest, but then he seats her pussy right over his face. She’s facing you, so you can see the exact moment his tongue starts working its magic. Any argument she had left dies – and if you could have that look on her face framed, you absolutely would. Her eyes flutter, her sweet lips part, her hips rock slowly over his face. Homelander groans in approval and gropes her ass to spread her wider onto his mouth. You bite your lip and grind down onto his swollen cock. Homelander eats pussy like he has something to prove – and he almost always does when it comes to Annie. Eating her out has become his go-to for solving any sort of argument, and with his mouth’s skill, it tends to work.

You lean your front half over to mouth at her breasts, sucking a mark over her nipple. She curls her hands through your hair, tugging lightly to send a shiver down your spine. “You’re perfect.” She whispers.

“Thanks, honey,” Homelander murmurs from between her legs.

“Fuck you.”

He just chuckles and goes right back to work - though this time with more gusto, judging by Annie’s louder cries. She silences them by tugging you up by the hair to kiss you. You happily oblige as Homelander ruts into your cunt. There’s a louder slurp as he sucks hard at her clit, and you know she’s close. You pull away from her kiss just in time to see it – her eyes shifting to that golden yellow, her back arching as she comes. It’s a long one, and the beauty of it triggers another orgasm for you. Homelander ceases moving, still determined to keep himself from climaxing. He pulls away from Starlight’s pussy with a long inhale of breath he doesn’t need, then smacks her ass. “No broken lights this time…good job.”

“Ignore him,” You tell Annie, brushing a hand through her hair as she comes down from the high. “He hasn’t come yet.”

“Oooooh, zesty this morning.” Homelander chuckles.

“Too much talking.” Annie murmurs. She pulls on your arm, Homelander allows it, and you both fall to the sheets on your stomachs. She leans over to kiss you lazily, cupping the side of your face to hold you to her. There’s no doubt of her adoration; it’s in every breath of her lips and swipe of her tongue. 

There’s another shift. Homelander grows tired of watching the pretty sight of you two and shifts behind you, lifting your hips so you’re on your knees. You moan against Starlight’s mouth as he pushes into you again, his hands spreading your ass cheeks wide. He fills you perfectly, but your body is still tingling and sensitive after two consecutive orgasms. You whimper, “I need…a minute…”

“You’re fine,” He replies, then starts fucking you in earnest. His hands on your ass are the only thing keeping you from being bounced up the bed, and damn if it doesn’t blank your brain of any complaints. Your fingers clench into the sheets as Annie looks over her shoulder in lazy warning. “Homelander, she said she needs-”

He rolls his eyes as she speaks and frees a hand from you to push two fingers into her pussy. She gasps, the nearby television screen cracks, and he chuckles darkly. “Always so desperate for me, sweetheart. You’ll always get your turn.” Homelander fingers her in time with how he fucks you. You’d be impressed if you weren’t completely cock drunk. He leans over your back, never once stopping in his movements, and the new angle breaks you. The orgasm comes soundlessly this time, but Homelander more than makes up for it. He finally comes in a roar, his forehead finding your shoulder and his hand leaving a bruise on your ass. You hear Annie’s soft moan beside you and the wanton squelch of Homelander’s fingers working her over the edge again. He’s come inside of you again, but you’ve given up telling him to stop that. Starlight keeps a careful eye on your birth control.

You can’t be sure if Homelander uses his super speed again or you simply black out - it wouldn’t be the first time - but the next thing you know, Homelander is spooning you again. It’s the same position you woke up in. He’s brushing kisses over your cheek and jaw as Annie sits up, lovingly carding her fingers through your hair. “You good, babe?”

You nod lazily. “Yep. Can’t feel my legs, though.”

Annie grins and leans down to kiss the side of your head. “Good,” She purrs, then shakily sits herself out of bed.

“Where on Earth are you going, Starlight?” Homelander asks with a pout.

She sighs and starts walking around the massive bed to collect her scattered clothing. “The interview? Remember? It’s in an hour.”

He whines and buries his face against your neck. “Cancel it.”

You sigh, already sensing the impending drama. “Homelander-”

“Don’t Homelander me. I do whatever the fuck I want. And right now, I want to fuck the two of you until you don’t remember any fucking interviews.”

Starlight pauses where she’s holding her cape. Her eyes drift to where his hands have already begun to fondle your breasts, brushing wicked thumbs over your nipples. “Edgar requested the interview himself…”

You arch your hips into Homelander’s hands with a lazy groan. “We’re screwed, Annie…literally and figuratively.”

Starlight sighs deeply and drops her cape, one knee already back on the bed. Her eyes lock sharply on Homelander. “You’re dealing with Edgar.”

            “You taught me nothing but what it means to be cruel,” said (Y/N), trying to force the emotion from their voice. The ache of so much abuse bled in their every word.

            Homelander tutted. “I’ll have to remind you of who we are later.” Then, he looked at Soldier Boy fully. “You were my hero growing up. I watched all your movies, hundreds of times. You are one of the only two people nearly as strong as me.” His gaze flicked to (Y/N), who looked back evenly. They refused to cower.

            “Buddy, you think you look strong?” scoffed Soldier Boy. He had heard the implication in Homelander’s words, and he remembered what (Y/N) had admitted to in their desire to take down Vought and Homelander. The treatment of the Russians was the same as their treatment at Homelander’s hands. Soldier Boy felt the heat in his chest burning with anger. “You’re wearing a cape. You’re just a cheap fucking knockoff.”

            “Oh, no, no, no,” said Homelander, gritting his teeth. “I’m the upgrade.”

            He flew forward and slammed Soldier Boy through a wall. They hit another wall, and Soldier Boy grunted. Homelander’s eyes lit up to laser Soldier Boy, and another body slammed into him. Homelander hit another wall as (Y/N) hovered in the air, glaring as they landed. Homelander lunged, and Soldier Boy blocked him with his shield. He swung, hit Homelander, and ducked when Homelander punched back. Homelander’s fist broke the wall, and (Y/N) swung at Homelander. He stumbled to the side, and he growled.

            “You hit me?! After everything I’ve done for you?!” Homelander grabbed (Y/N), flew up, and slammed them onto the ground. “You ungrateful little—”

            Soldier Boy hit Homelander off (Y/N), and (Y/N) rolled to their feet, powers flickering to life. They sent a blast of energy at Homelander, who took the hit the wall. Cracks splintered outwards. Homelander gritted his teeth, pushed back up, and lunged. None of the three supes were letting up.

            On the ground, MM started to wake up. He could see Soldier Boy fighting. Distracted. He had a chance to shoot. He could do it. He could do it.

            “MM! MM!” Starlight knelt next to MM, trying to help him out. “I need your help. People are hurt. MM, please.” MM tried to run at Soldier Boy and stumbled. Starlight caught him. “MM, please! He doesn’t control you. We have to help these people.” As much as Annie wanted to run to (Y/N) and pull them from Homelander and back to safety, she had to prioritize the people injured outside due to Soldier Boy’s attack. “It’s up to us.”

            MM swallowed. He wanted revenge. He wanted to run straight into his own death to avenge his family. But he stepped away. MM chose to save people instead of killing people.

            As for the person he wanted to kill, he was busy giving as good as he got. For every hit that Homelander gave him, Soldier Boy gave a hit back. (Y/N) sent a blast at Homelander, and Homelander sent lasers at them. (Y/N) shouted, chest burning. They stumbled back, and Homelander grabbed them.

            “I’ll handle you when we’re home,” said Homelander, throwing them back into the wall.

            (Y/N) hit the ground. Soldier Boy swung at Homelander, and Homelander caught his fist. He swung his other hand, and Homelander grabbed the other hand, too. He kicked Soldier Boy back, grabbed him before he could get up, and choked him by the throat.

            “You really had me going for a minute there,” said Homelander. His hand tightened around Soldier Boy’s throat.

            (Y/N) pushed themself up, and their head spun. Their chest burned, and they felt blood dripping down their skin. The world wavered around them, and a tone rang in their ear. Their powers sparked, and (Y/N) felt their heart pound.

            “Oi.” Butcher stepped up, alive and well.

            Homelander looked at him, truly surprised. Butcher smirked. His eyes lit up, and golden lasers threw Homelander off Soldier Boy.

            “What the fuck?” Homelander pulled himself to his feet.

            Butcher stepped into the room fully. Homelander stepped into the center of the room and looked at Butcher. At another side of the room, (Y/N) stood, watching warily. Their powers were ready to go, and they weren’t backing down.

            “What have you done?” said Homelander.

            “Scorched earth,” said Butcher with a smirk.

            Homelander lunged and punched Butcher. Butcher blocked him and swung back. For each hit one got, the other could return it. Neither felt the hits. Butcher shot lasers at Homelander, and Homelander leapt into the air. He and Butcher sent lasers at one another. (Y/N) took that moment to strike. They blasted energy at Homelander, and Homelander was thrown back. Soldier Boy grabbed his cape and dragged him to the ground. Homelander hit the ground hard, and (Y/N) kicked him, energy hitting Homelander.

            Homelander gasped as he felt the pure energy strike him. Pain. Real pain. Soldier Boy slammed Homelander into the wall, and Butcher swung at him. Homelander stumbled. Butcher and Soldier Boy punched him at once, and when Homelander tipped to the side, (Y/N) punched him. Homelander ducked the next attack, pivoted away, and shoved Butcher into the wall. He grabbed Soldier Boy and threw him, and Homelander grabbed (Y/N), digging his fingers into the wound on their chest. They stumbled back, but when he next swung, energy exploded out from them, throwing Homelander back.

            Homelander tried to lunge back, but naked Hughie appeared out of nowhere and knocked him to the side. Homelander whirled, glared, and his laser eyes began to glow. He shot lasers at Hughie, but Hughie teleported away. Homelander lunged, and (Y/N) grabbed him. They pivoted, slammed him into the ground, and shot pure energy at his chest. Homelander grunted, the energy shoving him into the ground until it cracked. Soldier Boy moved to (Y/N)’s side and pushed Homelander into the ground. Butcher joined them, and Hughie teleported over. They held Homelander down, straining their strength.

            “Do it!” shouted Butcher.

            Golden light built in Soldier Boy’s chest, and (Y/N) felt the frequency. It vibrated, and (Y/N) grabbed onto the frequency. Their powers glowed in green and purple, and they glared down at Homelander. Homelander growled and shouted in anger, eyes glowing red.

            “Hughie! (Y/N)!” Butcher shouted at them. “Get out of here!” The explosion would kill them. There was no doubt about that.

            “No fucking way,” said Hughie.

            “No!” (Y/N) was in it until the end. The cost to them didn’t matter.

            Red, gold, green, and purple lights flashed in the air, and the waves of energy crackled against one another. Homelander roared and shoved back with all his strength. The others went flying and hit the ground. Homelander lunged to grab (Y/N), and they shoved back in panic, energy exploding into fireworks. Homelander didn’t flinch and grabbed (Y/N) by the arm to drag them away. He had to get take them. They were his.

            (Y/N) screamed as his grip pressed down on their bones. They tried to pull away. Soldier Boy grabbed (Y/N) around the middle and pulled back. Homelander narrowed his eyes, but Soldier Boy didn’t flinch. Butcher’s lasers hit Homelander in the side, and Homelander was knocked back. He had to retreat, empty-handed.

            Butcher stared up after Homelander, also empty-handed. Hughie panted, knowing he had sacrificed his relationship with Annie for nothing. (Y/N) just stared upwards, taking deep breaths. He hadn’t gotten them. They weren’t being dragged back to Vought. Soldier Boy panted, the energy in his chest calming with each breath (Y/N) took. He held them tighter. He had done something right.

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            Starlight watched MM check over another person. Some were too far gone. Some would be treated by the coming EMTs. Some could be helped by him in the moment. They did all they could. She frowned as she watched Soldier Boy emerged out the remaining side door of the building. Behind him, Butcher walked out. Then Hughie. Then (Y/N). Butcher, Hughie, and (Y/N) paused and looked down at Starlight and MM. The pair looked up at them. Starlight swallowed her disappointment in them all. At least (Y/N) was alive. She could be grateful for that. But she still had to lower her gaze. Hughie swallowed his grief. (Y/N) looked away and kept walking. They would do whatever it took to take Homelander down. Safety didn’t exist while he was out there. The consequences to (Y/N) didn’t matter.

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            That evening, Starlight laid another sheet over yet another body. She walked down the street, gazing at each corpse from the house. The EMTs were carting away bodies and emergency room patients, but Starlight was left there with anger burning through her. She turned away and held her phone out to MM.

            “This is a bad idea,” said MM.

            “Homelander helped make me America’s sweetheart. He’s gonna regret that,” said Starlight. MM took her phone and pressed play on the livestream. Starlight squared her shoulders and began. “I’m in Montpelier, Vermont. Twelve heroes and civilians are dead, a lot more are wounded. Homelander and Vought are gonna tell you it was the supervillain and that they have it handled. They don’t. It was Soldier Boy. I know I sound insane, but…Soldier Boy doesn’t care about protecting Americans, and he probably never has. Most heroes don’t care about you. They only care about their image, and…Homelander is the best of them. He’s hurt people.” Starlight took a breath. “He’s done something to Maeve. He-He did something to Borealis. I don’t what they’re going to do to me for telling the truth, but I’m going to keep doing it, and I should’ve done it sooner. I’m sorry. And one more thing. I’m not Starlight anymore. My name is Annie January…and I fucking quit.” The livestream ended.

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            (Y/N) collapsed onto the couch and pulled antiseptic and burn cream towards them. They began to apply it to their arms. Near them, Hughie ran to the bathroom to throw up the effects of Temp V. Butcher went for a drink. Soldier Boy collapsed onto a nearby chair and leaned back with a tired groan.

            “Soldier Boy,” said (Y/N), rubbing aloe onto their arms. Soldier Boy looked up. “Thank you.” They didn’t have to say for what.

            Soldier Boy knew it was for pulling them back when Homelander tried to take them. He nodded to them. “Ben.”

            (Y/N) glanced up. “What?”

            “My name. It’s Ben.” He wanted someone living that he respected to know it.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Ben.” They nodded to him.

            Ben nodded back.

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