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“I’m sorry– what- what did you just say?” Homelander piped up so suddenly it made Ashley jolt, her lips sealing shut, eyes widening to large, glassy globes. He had been completely lost in thought, body turned towards the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the city. He turned then, cape swiping behind him as he took a fluid stride forward. 

“We... hired a new member of The Seven?” Ashley repeated herself, voice attempting excitement, despite the way it shook and shrilled with fear.

The squeak of his red gloves closing into a tight fist at his sides made Ashley swallow. His jaw rolled then clenched, eyes losing any semblance of gleam he once made an effort to show. 

Madelyn was punishing him for his little stunt two weeks ago when he went rogue and made an off script speech– she had to be. ”But... you heard them cheering! They- They fuckin’ loved me!” he had exasperated to Madelyn’s less than impressed frown. And now she was fucking with him, leashing in a new supe just to pull points away from Homelander.

He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, lips curling into a smile that didn’t reach past the corner of his eyes. “How exciting!” Homelander declared, leather gloved hands clasping together with a small shake, his pointed canines showing sharp as he grinned far too wide. His excitement sounded closer to a hissing sneer. He clasped a firm hand on Ashley’s shoulder, his grin a little more genuine after watching her physically jostle.

“When do we get to meet them!”

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With his hands folded under his cape, his foot stance wide, Homelander smiled and giddily laughed for every camera shutter that assaulted every angle of his face. The Seven all stood together at the end of a long, red carpet in front of a wall plastered with Vought logos. Homelander, of course being the crux, stood in the middle of the Supe team.

The Vought tower ground floor was full of paparazzi, empty minded fans and Vought employees trying to peddle any merchandise possible to the crowd of limp resellers and pathetic super fans alike. Every camera click, every shout for his attention, all the murmuring from staff scrambling behind the AD plastered poster wall behind him– it made the back of his eyes buzz, throat dry from his forced, gaping smile.

Finally, a black, unmarked limo rolled to a stop in front of the Vought building. The cameras began to turn as whispers of the new Supe arrival spread through the crowd like a brain devouring parasite. Homelander’s smile faltered, jaw cinched tight, eyes unblinking as he glared at the large, glass paned door entrance.

Homelander watched through the wall as Ashley clutched her clipboard tight to her chest with one arm, the other extending to reach for the limo handle, pulling and swinging it open with a smile that vibrated with nerves. There you sat, the sight of you alone making his smile distort into a scowl. He blinked, purposefully returning his eyesight to mimic human capabilities. The room, the rest of the world, seemed to simultaneously dull and surge all at once. The lights were too bright, the sounds too sharp, the smell of pathetic fan desperation scorching his nose.

He forced his tightened face to pull apart into an emotionless, wolfish grin. It looked unnaturally bright, eyes too wide and lacking the human trait of needing to blink. Still as a statue, Homelander watched the Vought tower doors swing open, your form descending down the laid out red carpet alongside a whispering Ashley.