Hidden in the Skies | Homelander x Supe Reader

7 | Test

The city's lights glittered beneath us as we floated above the skyline, the endless expanse of the night stretching out in all directions. Homelander and I had spent the evening testing each other's powers, a thrilling and exhausting series of challenges that had pushed us both to our limits. Now, with the final test ahead of us, there was a charged tension in the air, a promise of something both exhilarating and uncertain.

Homelander floated beside me, his eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and curiosity. "I think it's time for one last test, Y/N," he said, his voice smooth and commanding. "This one will focus on your durability. Let's see just how tough you really are."

I met his gaze, feeling a shiver of excitement at the thought of the final challenge. "I'm ready. What do you have in mind?"

He floated a little further from me, the city lights casting a glow over his figure. "I'm going to use a bit of my strength to test your body's durability. It will be a test of both physical and mental resilience."

I nodded, feeling the weight of the moment. "Let's do it."

Homelander took a deep breath and raised his hand, focusing his energy as he prepared for the test. "This won't be as gentle as the earlier challenges. I want to see how well you can withstand a full-force impact."

He took a step closer and, with a deliberate motion, extended his hand to deliver a powerful punch. I braced myself, preparing for the impact as his fist connected with my abdomen.

The force of the punch was immense, a shockwave of energy that radiated outward from the point of impact. I felt the impact reverberate through my body, the strength of his punch a testament to his power. But despite the force, I remained standing, my body absorbing the blow with ease.

Homelander's eyes widened slightly at the sight of my unyielding stance. "You really are durable," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "But let's see how you handle a little more."

He drew back and, with a swift motion, delivered a series of punches and blows, each one testing the limits of my durability. The force of his strikes was overwhelming, a barrage of strength that sent ripples through the air and shattered nearby windows. Yet, despite the intensity of the assault, I stood firm, my body withstanding each blow with resilience.

As the test continued, the damage around us grew more apparent. The ground beneath us cracked and splintered, the force of our clash creating deep fissures in the pavement. A nearby car was lifted off the ground and sent tumbling into the street below, its metal frame crumpling under the pressure.

Through it all, our eyes remained locked, the intensity of the test mirrored in the tension between us. The physical struggle was a reflection of the emotional and unspoken connection that had been building throughout the night.

Finally, Homelander stepped back, his eyes searching mine with a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity. "You're incredibly strong. I didn't expect you to be able to withstand so much."

I took a deep breath, feeling the strain of the test but also a thrill from the challenge. "I'm glad I could meet your expectations."

Homelander's gaze softened slightly as he floated closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch my cheek. "You've impressed me tonight, Y/N. There's more to you than just power."

I looked up at him, feeling a shiver at the tenderness in his touch. "What do you mean?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was both tender and urgent. The kiss was a mix of passion and exploration, a moment of connection that was as thrilling as it was intimate. I responded eagerly, my hands finding their way to his shoulders as the kiss deepened, our breaths mingling in the cool night air.

Homelander's hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer into the embrace. The kiss grew more intense, a fusion of desire and emotion that had been building between us. The physical connection was both powerful and gentle, a blending of our strengths and vulnerabilities.

As the kiss ended, Homelander looked into my eyes with a mixture of satisfaction and longing. "You're something special, Y/N. I didn't expect to find someone like you."

I smiled up at him, feeling a rush of affection. "I'm glad I could surprise you."

He traced a finger along my jawline, his touch gentle and intimate. "I'd like to explore us further. There's something between us that I want to understand."

I hesitated, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. "I don't know. I'm still dealing with the aftermath of my past relationship."

Homelander's eyes darkened with frustration. "What are you afraid of?"

I looked away, the weight of his gaze pressing on me. "It's not just fear. I'm also hiding my powers, and being with you would bring unwanted attention. I'm not ready for that kind of fame or scrutiny."

Homelander's frustration was evident as he took a step back, his voice growing sharper. "So you're letting your past dictate your future? You're letting fear and doubt control you?"

I met his gaze, feeling the sting of his impatience. "You don't understand what it's like to live in the shadows, away from the spotlight."

Homelander's anger flared, his eyes blazing with intensity. "And you think you can just walk away from this? You're running from the reality of what we could be."

I felt the surge of emotions, a mix of pain and frustration. "You don't get to decide what's right for me!"

Homelander's voice grew harsher, his frustration evident. "You're just afraid of what could happen. You're letting your insecurities control you!"

His words cut deep, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about."

In a burst of defiance, I slapped him hard across the face. The sound of the impact echoed in the night, and Homelander staggered slightly, his eyes widening in shock and anger.

Before he could react, I took to the sky, the rush of wind and the cool night air engulfing me as I flew upward into the darkness. I looked back one last time, seeing Homelander standing on the rooftop, his eyes fixed on me with a mix of fury and disbelief.

I flew faster, my heart pounding as I sought to put as much distance between us as possible. The city below became a blur of lights and shadows, the weight of the night's events pressing heavily on me.

Homelander's figure grew smaller and smaller in the distance, his bright eyes fading into the night. I knew he wouldn't be able to follow me, not through the vast expanse of the city and the skies above.

As I flew toward the horizon, I felt the sting of the argument, the weight of the rejection, and the uncertainty of my own feelings. I was running from the possibility of a new relationship, from the pain of my past, and from the daunting reality of being with someone like Homelander.

I landed softly on the rooftop of my own apartment building, the familiar surroundings offering a small comfort after the chaos of the night. I took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air against my face as I looked out over the city.

Homelander was gone, and the silence of the night was a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions of the evening. I knew that this was just the beginning, that the choices I made tonight would shape the future in ways I couldn't yet foresee.

With a final, lingering look at the city below, I turned and headed inside, the weight of the night's experiences settling around me. The adventure was over for now, but the memory of Homelander and the promise of what could have been lingered in the cool night air.

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