"Charlotte stop lookingat the window he won't magically appear !"
Said Abigail.
The pretty girl was lookingthrough the large panes of glass. Rain was falling down into NewYork's streets. She seemed to be waiting something.. or someone.Charlotte knew she has seen somebody flying across the pouring rain.This bleach blond guy dressed up in a blue outfit, proudly wearingthe american flag on his cape. He was going somewhere.
At the same moment, areporter appeared on the tv screen talking in a serious way:
" April O'neil onchannel 6, I'm actually standing in front of the AHS's industrybuilding. We have interrupted your program for a special flash ! Wehave heard about an ostage take in this building, five persons areactually in real danger and we are waiting for the police forces..."
This young lady couldn't endher sentence. Indeed, a big gust of wind crossed the street, movingthe crowd and the journalist presents for the event. Then all thecameras turned toward the sky because HE appeared. The magnificent,the proud, the perfect and only one, the Homelander, leader of theSeven. The crowd cheered and the journalist of channel 6 approachedhim boldly:
"Dear Homelander do youthing you can handle this alone ? This guy is really dangerous"
Charlotte jumped in front ofher tv screen. She was glued to the post, religiously listening toher hero voice.
"Mam' -He said- nothingcan stop me from saving my dear patriots !"
Then he flew toward the 58thlevel to do his job. The crowd heard shotgun and ten minutes laterall the hostages were safe and sound. Once more, Homelander was ahero, he gave the terrorist to the police and said "no guys,you're the real hero !" as the crowd was cheering andapplauding.
The young girl was inperfect admiration. She was quickly rejected from her fantasies bythe voice of her friend:
"Charlotte ! HEY !"
She blinked and lookedAbigail in the eyes
-"Yes ?"
-"Stop dreaming, firstyou are drooling on the rug, then, this guy is idolatred by millionsof people across America. You know he MUST have a girl in his life.Maybe somebody like Queen Maeve or Starlight. We are random people,common mortals, there's no chance he can notice us."
Pouting like a sad puppy,Charlotte stood up and said:
"Yeah I know but admitthat he's a real hero Abigail. You have seen like me, he just savedmany lives today. He always do this"
Abigail answered:
"Yeah he did. But don'tyou think this guy may be too much perfect ? It is impossible, he isalways fresh and clean. It's impossible, he must have, I don't know,a weakness. Maybe he isn't even human, maybe he is a secret superdroid made by area 51. Don't you think it is weird than He can alwaysbe here when there is a problem ? What if the seven were actuallyplanning all those hostages takes and stuff ? Oh and... Do you knowCharlotte that this guy do poop ?"
When she heard that,Charlotte pretendred to fall on the sofa, her heart "broken"by this vision:
"No! Abigail ! Why ?!You destroyed all my hopes and dreams ! He can't ! Homelander isperfect !"
They all both laughed andthey spend the rest of the night talking about Homelander, arguinghow he couldn't be a robot while they ate sushi.
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Some way somebody like me.
FanficHello everyone ! I hope you back to school was good. Now I'm 24 my birthday was this monday but we're not here for that. I told you I was writing a fiction with Homelander from "The boys" he's a villainous perfection with some weird kinks. I wanted...