Your life was everything, well, not everything that you wanted. Everything everyone else wanted. You grew up, forced into pageants and events since you could remember. Costumes, makeup, fake smiles. All to get accepted into the biggest, brightest team of supes. The Seven.

The moment you got in, it was hell. Some of the team was okay but some of the guys, perverted and fucking disgusting. Especially Homelander.

Sadly. The longer you stayed in the group; the more people shipped you with him. They said you were cute together, starting a cult following for you both. Vought took this opportunity to push you guys together, and that’s what happened.

On this particular day, you were just done with a charity event. Being by Homelanders side the whole night. He went back to the tower and you went out for a smoke.. but to your luck. You got smacked on the back of your head, your vision turning black.

Once you woke up you were in a cell type cage, your hands handcuffed together. You look around, the room is old and cold. Concrete and dust. The door opens and you’re faced with.. Billy Butcher, and Hughie Campbell. The two main individuals who were responsible for Translucents death.

“Look who’s finally awake.” Butcher says with his thick accent. Hughie just watches you.

“Where the fuck am i?-“ You say as you look at them, your head slightly ringing.

Then, another voice. “You fucks got any more coke? i’ve ran out.” He walks into the room, looking at them. Your eyes land on him and fuck- Soldier Boy. Americas first ever superhero.

“What’s my sons bitch doing ‘ere?” He asks as he sips the can in his hand.

You couldn’t help but stare at him, he was disgusting but fuck was he beautiful. You were struck by him immediately, tantalised and in a trance by his deep green eyes.

He stares back at you, his head tilts as he watches you just stare at him. You looked like a deer caught in headlights. “What’s wrong with ‘er?”