The air seemed to shift the moment you stepped into Vought Tower. Homelander’s piercing blue eyes locked onto you, his usual smirk faltering as something softer flickered across his face. Around him, the rest of The Seven couldn’t help but take notice. Queen Maeve, so often indifferent, found herself intrigued by your gentle presence, while Black Noir tilted his head, silently observing the way animals seemed to gravitate toward you—a sparrow perched on your shoulder, vines blooming delicately at your feet. Even A-Train, always quick to dismiss others, raised an eyebrow at the ease with which you carried yourself. Your powers, an enchanting mix of controlling plants and connecting with animals, weren’t just powerful—they were mesmerizing. But more than that, it was your sweetness, your kindness, that began to break through their hardened facades.

Homelander was the first to feel it, an odd tug in his chest as he watched you bring life to the sterile halls of the tower, vines curling around railings and small animals trailing after you like guardians. Maeve found herself lingering in your company, drawn to the calm you radiated, while even The Deep tried (and failed) to impress you with stories of his aquatic bonds. They weren’t used to someone treating them as people rather than gods or monsters, and that only made their feelings for you grow. Over time, you became the center of their world, not because of your powers but because of the way you saw the good in each of them—even when they couldn’t see it themselves. Without meaning to, you had captured their hearts completely, reshaping the very dynamic of The Seven with your quiet, irresistible strength.