Prologue: Stop Your Retardation.
The radiant sun bathed the bustling city of New York in a golden embrace, casting a warm, luminous glow that danced across the labyrinthine streets. Its resplendent rays painted the towering skyscrapers in hues of amber and kissed the faces of passersby with a gentle caress.
Two teens are walking down the bustling road of the metropolis. Their footsteps echoed against the concrete pavement, harmonizing with the symphony of urban life that enveloped them.
The streets bustled with pop culture posters, shops, and a flurry of working people, creating a vivacious hub of activity. Adorning the walls, the posters vied for attention, showcasing larger-than-life depictions of beloved icons that captivated the passersby.
Superheroes.
People are bustling in the street, young and old, students and employees.
"Yo, I am so psyched for the Invisible Force 2." The dark-haired teen wearing a backpack told his other friend.
"Please. Invisible Force 1 was absolutely lame. I'm more of a Rising Tide guy." The other teen wearing a yellow backpack with a jacket scoffed.
"Rising Tide? The Deep? Translucent could kick the Deep's ass anyday." The dark-haired teen retorted with a grin to his friend.
"Pft! How? He's invisible. That's it. No more special powers." His friend replied to him.
"Exactly! He sneaks up on the Deep, then BOOM MOTHERFUCKER! The fish boy is finished!" The dark-haired boy emphasized the scenario.
"Deep would make the Shark bite Translucent's cock off! No more mister little Translucent, haha!" His other friend said jokingly.
"Shut up!" The dark-haired boy replied playfully while punching the shoulder of his friend with a grin.
"Hey! Anyway, Homelander can still kick their asses both!" The teen wearing a yellow backpack stated.
The dark-haired boy rolled up his eyes.
"Of course, it's the fucking Homelander. He's got everything. Looks, strength, charm, you name it. Well, except for his personality."
"Hey, fuck off! Homelander is awesome. He has saved many lives. He's been my idol since I was a toddler. Hell, I have tons of his posters!" the teen with the yellow backpack retorted, defending his admiration for the superhero.
"Why do you even like him anyway?" the dark-haired teen questioned, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "He's a narcissist, egotistical, homophobic, and a sexist supe! Sure, he saved tons of lives, but not without hurling slurs first."
The teen with the yellow backpack chuckled, leaning in closer. "Hah! At the very least, he's fucking honest, unlike the other heroes. Take Tombstone, for example. Looks good on the outside, but a rapist on the inside."
A pause hung in the air as the weight of the conversation settled between them.
"...Well, Tombstone is a different case," the dark-haired teen finally replied, his tone tinged with seriousness. "He's an actual nutcase on drugs. Besides, Vought already dumped him. Says they have no association with him anymore."
"To be honest, Homelander is not a bad person in my opinion. He's rude, sure! Narcissistic, sure! Egotistical, sure! But out of all the Supes, he has the highest save count. That counts for something," the boy with the yellow backpack stated, his voice brimming with a mix of admiration and defense.
"Sureee," the dark-haired boy drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "He'll save you from a burning building, but not without calling you a 'sissy' and a 'Hard R' first."
A comedic silence hung in the air, as if the absurdity of the situation had momentarily stunned them both.
"…Well, we all make mistakes," the teen with the yellow backpack finally stated, attempting to diffuse the tension with a hint of resignation.
"Yeah righ—" the dark-haired teen's words were abruptly cut off.
A speeding vehicle careened onto the sidewalk, sending shockwaves through the bustling crowd of pedestrians in broad daylight.
Criminals.
Without missing a beat, their conversation was swallowed by chaos as screams filled the air, and the urgent need to react took precedence over any lingering banter. Sometimes, life had a way of interrupting even the most spirited discussions.
The piercing wail of a police siren filled the air, chasing after the reckless speeding vehicle.
"…Holy shit!" exclaimed the dark-haired teen, his eyes widening in disbelief, as he and his friend watched the vehicle plow through everything in its path, leaving chaos and destruction in its wake.
As the vehicle drew closer, an adrenaline-fueled urgency kicked in, propelling them into action. They sprinted, their hearts pounding in their chests, desperately trying to outpace the impending danger.
"For fuck's sake!" the teen with the yellow backpack cursed, frustration lacing his words as he pushed his limits, urging every muscle to propel him forward.
The roaring vehicle closed in, its menacing presence growing larger by the second. Panic surged through their veins, spurring them to run faster, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
But in a cruel twist of fate, the dark-haired boy stumbled, his feet tangling with the unforgiving pavement. Time seemed to slow down as he sprawled on the ground, his heart pounding in his ears.
"Oh, for fuck's sake! Get up! Get up! GET UP!" his friend yelled, his voice a mixture of fear and determination, as he rushed to his friend's side, grabbing his arm and urging him to rise.
With the speeding vehicle just a few feet away, the teens' hearts pounded in their chests, a palpable fear gripping their every fiber.
But then, in a blur, someone raced to the forefront, cutting through the chaos like a lightning. Without hesitation, this figure positioned themselves in the path of the hurtling vehicle, a human barrier against the impending disaster.
And with a resounding impact, the vehicle collided with the person, unleashing a spectacle of metal and debris. The screech of tires and the shattering of glass reverberated through the air as the force of the collision crumpled the once-speeding vehicle into a twisted wreck, rendering it powerless against the sheer magnitude of the impact.
Superhuman physique. A Supe.
Inside the twisted wreckage, the cacophony of chaos gave way to a different kind of violence—a collision of fists and flesh, the raw symphony of a desperate struggle for survival. Grunts of exertion and the sickening thud of blows echoed through the metallic wreckage, a battle of wills waged within the confines of the mangled vehicle.
As the dark-haired teen helped his friend to his feet, their eyes widened in disbelief, bearing witness to this unexpected spectacle unfolding before them. Their hearts pounded in their chests, a mixture of fear and adrenaline coursing through their veins, as they became reluctant spectators to the unfolding drama.
And then, emerging from the crumpled wreckage, the driver of the vehicle, their identity concealed by a menacing balaclava, staggered forward, a trail of blood spilling from their lips. The impact of the collision had taken its toll, leaving the driver visibly wounded and disoriented, their body betraying the extent of the damage inflicted.
"H-hey!" the teens called out, their voices laced with a mix of caution and concern, their senses on high alert.
But the driver, driven by desperation and a sense of impending doom, mustered enough strength to aim their trembling finger towards the defiant duo. Alongside them, their accomplice, equally menacing, brandished a weapon, the cold glint of steel a stark reminder of the danger that loomed.
"Do not fucking move!" the criminals barked, their voices laced with malice and an air of authority.
Caught in the crosshairs of these desperate criminals, the teens stood frozen, their bodies tense and their minds racing with fear.
The criminals got behind them and pointed the cold barrels of their weapons to their defenseless bodies.
Hostage-taking.
The citizens watching can't do anything except scream and watch.
Then the back of the vehicle opened its door.
A person appeared.
Red hair. Blue Eyes. Confident smile. Amazonian Attire.
A member of the Seven, Queen Maeve, appeared.
The Empress.
"S-stay the fuck back!" The criminal, trembling with fear, held the dark-haired teen hostage, his voice quivering with apprehension.
Queen Maeve, with her head held high and a knowing smile gracing her lips, approached the volatile scene with graceful walk.
Smile of Confidence.
"What are you smiling at!?" the gruff-voiced criminal, his grip tight on the trembling teen, barked in frustration, unable to comprehend the unwavering calmness of the superheroine before him.
But then, as if conjured to answer his question, a brilliant beam of vibrant red light materialized, illuminating the tense atmosphere.
Controlled and Destructive.
The air crackled with raw power as the ultra-high temperature laser beam cut through the air, piercing the shadows with its searing intensity.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A primal scream erupted from the criminal's lips, a haunting cry of agony that echoed through the air. The laser beam, relentless in its heat and intensity, devoured the criminal's weapon, reducing it to a molten mass of metal. In its fiery path, the intense heat engulfed the criminal's hands, causing his skin to sizzle and melt under the relentless assault.
When the Laser appeared, the smile of Queen Maeve almost faltered. Irritated even.
Then, he appeared.
Red, White, and Blue.
The Pride of America. The World's Greatest Superhero donning the outfit of the American Color.
"Homelander!" The teen with a yellow backpack called his idol as he was being held as hostage.
The World's Greatest Superhero. Stars of Liberty billowing on his cape.
The criminal, in utter fear and stupefaction, let go of his hostage.
Homelander, his golden locks cascading like a radiant sunbeam, strode forward with an air of raw power and authority. His sapphire eyes fixed upon the trembling criminal with an intensity that could melt steel.
Drawing nearer, each step echoing with an undercurrent of impending doom, Homelander closed the distance until he stood toe-to-toe with his adversary, their faces mere inches apart. A charged silence enveloped the scene, the tension crackling in the air like a gathering storm.
In an instant, like a force of nature unleashed, Homelander's iron grip seized the fabric of the criminal's shirt, his fingers digging into the cloth like talons of justice. With a surge of raw power, he propelled the hapless wrongdoer skyward, defying gravity itself.
Immense Strength. Unmeasurable.
At this, Queen Maeve clicked her tongue in irritation, "Show off, damn manchild."
Homelander immediately snapped his head at Maeve.Clearly hearing her remarks with his superhuman hearing.
At this, Maeve simply grinned in victory as if conveying, 'I know you won't do shit. You're not as evil as you think you are, you egotistical bastard.'
Homelander smiled to her with a pissed off smile.
Again, Queen Maeve smiled in victory as she placed her hands behind her back and even winked at him. 'Take that you damn narcissist'.
Homelander just ignored her.
"Homelander?" The teen wearing a yellow backpack called to him.
At that, Homelander look to the teens with smile on his face.
"What are you mentally challenged retards doing here?" He asked with absolute sarcasm dripping in his voice.
The dark-haired teen looked at his friend with a shrug as if saying, 'Here it comes, the Homelander 4chan insults.'
But the teen wearing a yellow backpack simply looked at his idol in awe, "Ah! You said it! The iconic "retard" insult! I'm saying this to my homies tomorrow! Haha!"
Homelander, with a smile still gracing his lips, simply tilted his head. "What?"
At this point, Queen Maeve almost can't hold her laughter back. Self-deprecating as she was, she can still cherish moments like this with John and his antics.
"Nevermind that, can we get a selfie with you!?" The teen asked with stars glittering in his eyes.
"….What? I just insulted you." The smile on Homelander's face became unstable.
"Hmm, hmm, yeah, whatever." The teen said with a dismissive tone in his voice. As if what he said earlier was expected.
"I hate black people." Homelander replied. As if he answered to prove something.
"Of course you do. That's why you helped the black community downtown with pantries and job opportunities."
"No! I did it because Vought asked me to!" Homelander replied with a forceful tone.
"Sure. That's why A-Train was surprised you did those things. And also, Vought asked you? Homelander? The Man with the ego the size of a Neptune? Really sir?" The teen replied with almost a disbelieving and funny tone.
Homelander's expression faltered back to frowning and smiling repeatedly. Showing absolute absurdity in the current situation.
"Pft!" Queen Maeve cannot hold her laugh anymore. Still, she endured.
Homelander looked at her with irritation present in his eyes.
"Anyway, the selfie, Mr. Homelander?" The teen asked with a pleading tone.
"…..You know what? Fine. But do not post this on those Mongolian Basket Weaving forums, would you?" Homelander asked.
"What? OH! AHAHAHAHA! Yes, of course!" The teen said with a smile on his face.
Then, the two teens positioned themselves for a selfie with Homelander.
Homelander wore his smile once more as the shutter of the camera sounded.
This time, it's a bit genuine.
"All right! Thank you so much, Homelander!" The teen with a yellow backpack stated. Though he nudged his friends' arms as if saying, 'You too man!'
"Yes, of course! Thank you, Homelander! You're the best!" The teen with dark hair stated.
"Of course! And do not forget, I'm the real hero! Not you, not Maeve, not the Seven, and not anybody!" Homelander, with a smile on his face, stated with absolute arrogance.
"HAHA! The usual lines once again!" The teen with a yellow backpack stated. As if expecting it already as they go away.
(V)
"You know John, you could have shown a tad more finesse in handling the situation." The stunning Amazonian heroine remarked, her costume glistening in the sunlight, as they observed the departing teenagers.
"Shut up! I know how to handle this!" Homelander stated. His tone almost petulant.
"No, I won't shut up. And I know you don't want me to shut up despite your massive ego." The Amazonian-costumed beauty once again stated with a smile gracing her lips.
"You know what? I had enough of—"
"Oh! Would you look at that! The press is swarming in our direction!" Queen Maeve cut Homelander off and pointed towards the approaching press.
At that, Homelande—no—John grunted.
'You're too honest and frank with your feelings John. Perhaps tone it down a little.' Queen Maeve thought with mirth as she witnessed the press asking John various questions.
"Homelander! This is another one of your daily saves! What do you feel?"
"Homelander! Do you really mean it when you call Titaness 'Gigantic Promiscuous Whore'?"
"Hey Mr. Homelander, how do you react with young girls calling you a misogynistic pig and a chauvinist bastard?"
"Do you remember that one time where you said that you will laser every single man that use recreational drugs?"
"Will you retract your statement about calling Hollywood Actors as quote 'Glorified Circus Monkeys'?"
"What about your statement regarding poor people? Like, calling them 'peasants and peons' on Ms. Winfrey Show?"
At that barrage of questions, Queen Maeve smiled once more.
'Still, your honesty was really one of your best qualities.'
(V)
Another one of my fic! Don't worry. I won't leave my other fanfics (I hope). Anyway, this one is a bit different compared to other Boys Fanfics. And no, Homelander here is not an OC or SI.
