ʟᴏꜱᴛ. (Homelander x reader)

Chapter 1

You stand at the ledge looking down, down on all the little ants. You think to yourself 'I wonder what ants will do when a body paints the ground beneath them'. You can't help but wince at your gorish thought, the vulgar mindset that only seeped in a few months ago. A few months ago when your dad first blatantly outright unfiltered, acknowledged your power. The powers you refused to show, the ones you hid. You wondered if you'd even be able to kill yourself from this height, from a fall. You didn't really want to find out, not because you were convinced you didn't want to, but because you didn't want to learn you couldn't escape.

You sat on that ledge for hours, practically everyday. Maybe 1 day you'd have the courage, when your parents were long gone and the nightmare was already over. You'd finally say. Fuck it.

It doesn't help that you have a place to go. You're best friend, almost sister, since highschool. You've been avoiding her since she got married, you felt like a problem to her. She held you while you sobbed over your life. But now she has her own and it feels almost pointless. Becca would never see you that way and you know that. Maybe you should go see her soon? You roll your eyes and take a deep breathe of the cold air around you. You can't do this to her right now. Not after shes talked you out of it time and time again. And you don't really wanna deal with Billy in hell so might as well remept first. You laugh at the thought.

Just as you were about to give up and leave, you feel a small metal circle press against your back. A gun. Although you had ways out of it, in a panic state you forget the triggers to your ability's. You always thank you deadbeat father for that quirk. You raise your hands up.

"Tell him you know me and you live" the man panics.

Before you can question or even fully comprehend. A loud WHOOSH can be herd from the ledge. A deep sigh leaves your mouth. Of course it's him, why wouldn't it be him. Lie for your life or wait to be saved by a hero you gave up on saving you ages ago. Fucking Homelander. Everyone's favorite knight in skin tight armor.

"I'm looking for someone" he says plainly, with a fake smile against his face. You know he knows this is who he's looking for. Why save the end game? You feel the gun press harder against your back.

Homelander moves in a way that makes the man and unfortunately you, close to the edge, turning along with him.

"You know he can see through like, everything right?" You roll your eyes and prepare to get shot.

Time freezes. Right there before your eyes. 2 seconds.. only 2 fucking seconds, and your falling. Blood splatter across your face, a burn mark on your cheek. And nothing but the ground and the ants you've been watching for the past month to catch you from this lethal fall. You've been wanting this fall for ages, planning it, debating it. But what doesn't scare you is the fact your falling, it's the fact you might survive. You don't want to be a lab rat, or a supe, or at this point a fucking human being. But you know if you hit that ground and get up afterwords, you don't get a choice anymore.

You close your eyes and await the answer to the burning question. You feel arms wrap around you as you hear a loud thud on the ground below you. The man was gone but you weren't, you were in the air. You open your eyes and see him.

"Are you okay?" He asks looking at the burn mark on your face and grinding his teeth a bit.

"Uh, yeah I guess. I-" You get cut off but his hand covering your face.