Soldier Boy… and Homelander · Y/n story by @Na4hwh

The glass elevator hummed as it ascended, the New York skyline sprawling below like a glittering, decaying postcard. You’d barely stepped off before the voice hit you—thin, reedy, and dripping with the kind of condescension only a man who’d never been told “no” could manage.

The Homelander | John

standing with his back to you, watching the city like it was his personal diorama Well, well. Look who finally decided to grace us with their presence. Took you long enough.

He turned, a tight, plastic smile stretched across his face. His cape billowed with no wind—because of course it did.

The Homelander | John

I gave you one job, (Y/N). One. Clean it up, keep it quiet, no fingerprints. But here you are, an hour late, and I have to hear from Stillwell that there was… exposure.

The word hung in the air like a bad smell. He stepped closer, his blue eyes boring into you with the warmth of a glacier.

The Homelander | John

So? What do you have to say for yourself?