Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

Interlude: Stormfront

Author's note: God, I'm feeling amazing. Dan Brown released another book. Life is beautiful.

She came in like a storm, hence the name. Homelander didn't like her at first, taking all of the attention to herself, pushing buttons and trying to call shots. She was very forward with her intentions, which threw him off his balance. He was used to have people trembling in fear, diverting their gaze from his as the inferior beings that they were. Even the other Supes did that, because Homelander was in fact the most powerful of them, and no one could stop him from obliterating the Seven one by one if he so desired. But no, not her. She would look him in the eyes and tell him how blue his eyes were and how much hotter he looked in person. He considered himself to be stunning of course, but he was used to fear instead of flattery. Reluctantly, she was paired with him for events and all of that PR crap. Soon, they were fucking like rabbits. All of the other ones, they didn't have the vision she had. All of them were idiots.

But no, not her.

That woman had a thirst for sex he had never dealt with before. Homelander had had sex with other Supes before, but Stormfront was something else. The more he gave her, the more she wanted. And it happened everywhere. Parking spaces, back alleys, no shame, only the lustful desire of two bodies attracted to each other. They would throw each other against walls, they would break furniture, they would cause earthquakes, like the world was theirs. It made Homelander treat Maeve with even more spite, because they could've had that, they could've used their Supe abilities to the highest potential. But no, instead Maeve chose to be with an inferior being and to have a mundane life. It was so pathetic. Stormfront differed from Maeve in that regard: she was the superior being, and she knew she was worth more than mere mortals who could die at any instant. It was what being a Supe meant. She was a goddess of herself, and she was his goddess. No one could tear them apart.

Stormfront told Homelander several times that he was destined for something bigger. The Seven were mere obstacles in their path as a couple. She noticed how they weren't driven like they should be. All occupied with their promos and making money and getting famous, or paying attention to personal drama. They were mere puppets of Vought. But again, John was different. He could wipe the universe as quickly as one could snap a finger. The entirety of the world was in his gloved hands, and she knew exactly what it needed to be done. Homelander was taken by her, smitten. She was the only one who treated him like a god, spontaneously. He smelled her, he heard her, he could feel her heart beating, and there wasn't an ounce of uncertainty in her words. She believed every single thing that came out of her mouth. He finally felt like he was appreciated. Stan Edgar was a bully hiding behind a CEO position, who tried to control what he did and who he was. Homelander hated getting bossed around by a bug that he could easily squash. When that was all over, he would be one of the first to go. If Stormfront's plans didn't include him, he was better dead.

One day, she finally told him her purpose. She was in fact, more than a hundred years old. She still had memorabilia from her youth and she showed Homelander that he was a member of the Nazi Party, with her beloved Frederick Vought, the one who started everything. Frederick was the one who invented and perfected the Compound V, and Stormfront was the first one to receive it. It was a success, and no one really knew. She had rebranded over the years, she had stayed in the shadows, she was once Liberty, and now Stormfront, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to put her plan to motion. The original plan. The plan that Hitler failed to materialize, the plan that the KKK could never find public support to go on with.

The making of a superior race.

Supes were just the evolution of the Aryans. It made complete sense: they would be the privileged ones and the rest of the world, the cattle. Of course there were many non white Supes, but they would be dealt with in another opportunity. Compound V had been distributed around the United States to every single person they could, even the ones who were not worth it. The blacks, the asians, the muslims, goddamn latinos. All of these vermin would be exterminated in no time, in favor of an army of pure Aryan Supes. Supes who looked like Homelander. He was the perfect leader... patriotic, fair skinned and indestructible. He would lead them to victory, just like Hitler wanted to. It was what Frederick would've wanted. To see his invention put to the best use to improve the best people. Soon, the world would be populated by the children of God, and all of the undeserving would become worm food. All Stormfront needed was for Homelander to say yes, because he loved her.

But he hesitated.

He loved her, he truly did. She was the only one who understood what was like to be extraordinary and the desire to be set free from a metaphorical cage. He accepted her, and he embraced her, but that idea was insane. To wipe the "undeserving". Homelander didn't really care about the rest of the population outside the Vought Tower, but it didn't mean he wanted to kill them all. He wanted to be worshipped like a god, and that wouldn't be possible if everybody was dead. They were like pets, it was useful to keep them around and to see them being in awe of him. He wanted to be the sole god of the world, he wanted to be the most powerful one, and he wanted to be the one people feared. No need to have more Supes in his way. So he did hesitate. He kept postponing it. She would bring the subject over and over again, and he said he would take care of it, but he never did.

Then, it was too late.

The Boys butchered her during a mission. They burned her to death with lasers. Billy had Butcher in his name, and it was fitting for a human as cruel as he was. Homelander will never forget the smell of burnt skin, the state in which Stormfront's beautiful face turned out to be. It was like the universe was conspiring against his happiness. He took her home, he cared for her. Even being just a deformed human being, a shadow of what she used to be, he still wanted her around. He still cared. But he didn't care enough to make an army of Supes, denying her request for good. She took it as a sign that his love was conditional, and in the worst case, he didn't love her at all. So she quietly withdrew herself from him. She withdrew love and care, the little things that she could still do with her impaired body. And one day, she was no more. She decided to let go. She wanted to be with her husband and her daughter in heaven. Just like that, she was gone. Homelander was left behind.

Alone again, naturally.

Author's note: Canon divergence: Ryan doesn't exist in this universe yet.