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Guardian Devil - Homelander x Reader

Genre: n/a

Warnings:mentions of rape & suicide ,Violence , Swearing, and Gore - not proofread

Word count: 2,020

Summary:

Everyone has a guardian angel except for you, you have a guardian demon and he deals with things much more effectively

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You were walking home when it happened. Late night at work and barely any sleep the night before made you sloppy. You knew not to take the short way home. Gangs, drunks, and who knows what else loomed that way. But you just wanted to go to bed. So down the dark alleyways, you went. Your eyes looked up at Vaught tower which was the staple of the new york city skyline. Gone were the days of the empire state.

You were too distracted to notice a man had started to follow you, more like two men. You were halfway home and nothing had happened so you had let your guard down.

“Hey there you lost?”

The voice sent shivers down your spine as you got ripped out of your trance glancing back to see the two men. You quickly turned away and began walking faster ducking into another alleyway. You were almost home. Unfortunately for you tonight was a busy night for the gangs, drunks, and addicts you were usually worried about walking right onto another set of men now trapped. You went to turn around only to be met by the men who had been following you. How could you be this stupid?

“Please, I just want to go home, I’ll give you my wallet,” you begged reaching into your purse to grab your wallet.

“No no, we dont want your wallet”

“I kind of do,”

“Garret…”

You looked around frantically deciding to try and book it past them only to be grabbed by one of the men. You thought it was over. This was the moment you get raped and killed and become one of the new york city statistics. Another not saved by police or a supe.

Suddenly you hear screams and the odd crunchy squelch of a human skull being rushed then the hot rush of heat as the man holding you goes limp letting you go your eyes closed tightly as you continued to hear the sounds of horror opening your eyes for only a moment to see a red white and blue clad hero rip out the tongue of the man names garret. Your eyes closed again but the image was burned into your head as if you didn't close your eyes.

“Awe…” rang out the voice of your savior as you could hear him wipe his hand off before dropping the body. “You can open your eyes… Your safe now.”

You slowly peeked your eyes open to see the charming smile of Homelander. But you had just seen him tear men apart. How could he possibly be smiling like that? Your heart still racing not slowing down as you took a step back only to hear the squish of thick blood beneath your now soaked flats. Looking down in horror makes you scream.

“No no no shh shh shh its okay now!” the hero tried to comfort stepping close to you his red gloves resting on your shoulder before a hand went t your chin lifting it away. “You don't have to look at that,” he said softly. Your eyes looked into his icy blue ones. Translucent was more of your hero. You related more with the quiet invisibleness that he held. You wish you could turn invisible. It would certainly make going home a lot easier. But you couldn't help but get a little lost in the man before you’s eyes.

“Y you you…”

“There's no place for men like that in this city,” he said cutting you off. “Now where are you headed?”

“Uh.. home from work.” your voice shook a bit head going to look at the blood and gore around you only for Homelanders grip on your chin tightening preventing you from doing so. His hand on your shoulder slowly went down to your waist pulling you into him as he slowly rose up off the ground giving room for the clean-up team to clean up his mess before anybody else saw.

“Where to?” he questioned stopping a bit in the air, waiting for you to point out where your home was. You looked around for a moment seeing the Vaught tower you pointed in the opposite direction. He nodded before adjusting you again and briskly flew towards your home. You clung to him for dear life before slowly relaxing and taking in the view. The silence of the sky relaxing your nerves as you saw the city from a different point of view. He slowly lowered you down in front of your front stoop once you pointed at your modest townhome you shared with four other people.

“Thank you Homelander…” you say softly looking up at the tall man.

“Ah, just doing my job ma’am. Now try and stay out of trouble,” he says before stepping back and taking off again making the ground beneath you shake the sonic wave reverberating in your chest making your heart flutter. you stared off into the sky before smiling and running inside to take your soiled clothes off and get ready for bed.

The next few weeks were normal. No news of your rescue made it to the news. Though you couldn't really sleep due to the horrific image of what you saw. You never knew Homelander could be so violent. Anytime you saw him saving someone it was… normal. Though she supposed if you thought about it throwing a bad guy through a few walls would definitely kill you if not injure you for life. That's how you tried to excuse it at least. Besides, maybe they were repeat offenders how could you possibly know?

You couldn't lie to yourself though. The thought of someone killing for you excited you. You had always been attracted to the front-lines kind of man. Military, police, firefighters, and a man in uniform.

That night was a rather restless one as it had been for months now. You stretched and groaned peeking your eyes open for a split second spotting a figure in the window before closing your eyes again. They quickly shot open again once you were able to register what you had seen now only seeing the trees and the tippy top of Vaught tower. Your heart beating out of your chest as you sat up and rubbed the anxiety away from your sternum. You could have sworn you had seen a man at your window. You slowly walked over not seeing anything other than a cat running across the street. The window locked.

Another week had passed. Nothing out of the ordinary really except for the constant feeling of being watched. You had never been the paranoid type, but since the night Homelander saved you, you couldn't shake it. Maybe Homelander killed the wrong guys and a gang was after you. You now carried pepper spray and a knife with you at all times.

You stand in line at the coffee shop you frequented mind racing with the possibilities when a finger tapped your shoulder making you jump. There he was his glistening white smile and beaming blue eyes. Not a single hair was out of place. The flag-pattered flap on his chest open, the flag cape flowing gently from his movement a bunch of people gathering to take pictures.

“You’re next in line,” he said with a smile you hadn't even noticed the barista had been calling your name.

“Oh, I'm I'm sorry, would you like anything? For you know, saving me.” you express walking over to the counter quickly as Homelander cooly followed his hands behind his back.

“You don't have to pay me for saving you, it’s my job and I like to do it.”

“I insist,” you say before telling the barista your order. The man smiled again looking at the menu before looking at you again.

“Ill have what she has, with whole milk please.”

The barista rang out the order handing you back your change which you promptly put into the tip jar. Homelander followed you as you went to the pickup portion of the cafe. Waving to fans before waiting with you.

“So, I saw your points were up by 2%,” you say trying to make some sort of small talk as people gawked at Homelander.

“Ah, so you're keeping tabs on me,” he says with a mischievous laugh.

“No, but every time any of the seven climbs it's trending on Twitter.”

He nodded. Eyes going over to the counter as their drinks were ready Homelander taking both making you follow him out of the cafe. He handed you your drink sipping his own.

“Very sweet,”

“I did say five pumps of sugar,” you retorted sipping your own now. He smiled before looking around.

“I'll see you around (y/n),” he says before flying off. You watched him before pausing. You never told him your name.

This is when things really started picking up. Anytime something bad happened to you at the hand of another something bad happened to them. Someone died, or suddenly became extremely nice to you, and your overbearing boss committing suicide, he never showed signs of it before.

You could of sword you saw the man watching you again. This time you made sure you only squinted your eyes open seeing the glimpse of a cape as well as the figure moving out of sight. It had to be him.

It started with that night and now it was like people around you were dropping like flies. He knew your name and you never told him. He showed up in odd places where you had never seen him before like the cafe. Since when did he visit cafes without cameras or Vaught people with him? It was bizarre. And today you walked into your room and you knew for a fact your bra drawer wasn't open when you left that morning.

But part of you liked it. Your life had been going smoother. Less inconveniences. That night you decided to try something. You were going to put yourself in harm's way and see if he showed up. Heavily reckless? Absolutely but you were willing to try it.

You made your way down an alleyway. You had walked your way all the way down to the red light district dressed in an outfit that was meant to make people look at you. You were already regretting your idea wanting to turn back but it was too late as you walked down another seedy alleyway walking past a group of men easily making them follow you. It wasn't long before one had you pinned against the wall.

A laser went through one's head. Followed by Homelander aggressively slamming anothers head into the wall easily smooshing it. Ripping the man off of you his eyes boring into yours with a look that could kill a man. And a man he killed as he stared at you his hand slowly sank into the assaulter's skin as he gripped his spine ripping it out of his body easily making him fall to the ground before turning and finishing off the others. You watched in awe triumphant that your hypothesis was right.

You didn't care there was blood on your face, you didn't care you were witnessing ptsd inducing massacre, your eyes were more focused on the man in front of you. Blood covered and angry, and you couldn't help the heat that formed at your core. Once the man was done he paused standing over the body he just finished off before quickly turning to you.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing missy,” he says striding over to you quickly not hiding the glances over your scantily clad figure before looking at your eyes.

“You’re stalking me.”

“Answer my question.”

“No” His jaw set as he glared darkly at you. “You’re like a guardian angel…” you breathed out exhilarated. His face shifted from anger to slight shock. Here you were covered in blood. Bodies at your feet and you are more focused on him. But he wasn't an angel. He was a very well-disguised demon. And he was only getting started.

Authors note: Homelander is a guilty pleasure I can't help that my "I can fix him" complex is tempted by this devilish man.

Editor: Grammarly

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