Y/N: By the way, what's the difference between your blue and your purple lightning?
I asked as we walked down the street to Butcher's house.
Stormfront: Oh, that's just an aesthetic. Never really seen a difference between them when it comes to power.
We kept chatting for a bit until we arrived at Butcher's house.
Stormfront: That's the one, at least it should be.
She claimed, pointing at the house in front of us.
Y/N: Let's see if we can persuade him to work with us then.
Stormfront: Wait. You should go in from the front, I'll check the back out. Just to make sure he's not hiding something outside. Cause I don't trust this guy one bit.
Y/N: Alright then, let's see how far my communication skills will take me.
Stormfront: If he won't listen, just kill him. We won't humiliate ourselves and beg him for his help.
Y/N: Of course not, that's not our way of doing things.
Stormfront: Can't wait to go back to doing things with you once we're done with this.
She flirted before pulling me in a kiss.
Y/N: Me too.
I responded after we parted away.
Y/N: Okay, let's focus.
She just nodded with a smirk and flew to the back of the house while I went up to the front door and knocked on it.
Butcher: Nobody's home!
Y/N: Should've kept quiet if you wanted me to believe that this house is empty.
Butcher: What the...
I heard him mumble as footsteps came closer and the door got opened.
Butcher: You cunt have the audacity to knock on my fucking door?
Y/N: I came here to talk.
I revealed, slightly raising my hands in the air to show him I'm not a threat.
Butcher: Talk about what? We got nothing to talk about.
He responded coldly and closed the door, but I was able to put my hand against the door and prevent him from closing it.
After trying to close the door with brute force, he gave up and just went back into his house.
Butcher: Fucking overpowered Supe Cunt.
He mumbled while he sat down on a chair that stood next to a table with a bottle of whiskey and two Glencairn glasses on it, one of which was half full while the other one was empty.
Y/N: I want to talk about the possibility of you and your guys helping us with something.
I explained, closing and locking the door behind me.
He looked up to me and laughed, not believing what I just said.
Butcher: What was that mate? You want me and the boys to help your ass with something? Now that's just fucking hilarious.
Y/N: It would also be in your interest to help us with this.
Butcher: And what are you guys up to, that's so interesting to me and the others, hm?
He asked, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey and leaning back on the chair while looking at me and waiting for an answer.
Y/N: We're planning on taking Homelander down.
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Master Race | Stormfront x Male Reader
Fanfiction"They want to kill us, just because of the color of our skin. It's called White Genocide, but we are finally able to fight back now. There is nothing that can stop us, not anymore."
