[ Maeve's apartment ]
Maggie stares at her naked reflection, at her belly heavy with Homelander's child.
She rests her hand against her stomach, fingers splayed like she's still trying to believe it's real. Inside her, something new is growing. A child.
And the truth is she's happy.
She hadn't expected that. Not from him. Not after everything. But the moment she saw the confirmation, a quiet warmth had settled in her chest.
Still, there's tension in her spine. Not from the baby from the world she lives in. From Vought's never-ending games, the cameras, the headlines, the secrets. She's Queen Maeve. The warrior. The icon. Everyone expects something from her strength, spectacle, scandal.
But what if she doesn't want to be any of that anymore ? What if she just wants to be a mom ?
Raising a child here, in this place under Vought's shadow, under his spotlight it feels like feeding innocence to a machine.
John is protective. Possessive. He's different with her now warmer, even tender at times, especially since he and Annie had William. But he's still him. Still Homelander. Still too big, too loud, too dangerous to ever really retreat from the world.
She imagines it sometimes. A small house by the water. No cameras. No expectations. Just her and her baby. A real chance to live a life she was never allowed to have.
It wouldn't be easy to walk away. He'd try to stop her. Maybe even succeed.
But for the first time in years, Maeve has something worth fighting for that's hers.
Not a cause. Just a child. And a future.
[ Godolkin University ]
Cate walks the familiar halls of Godolkin University, but everything feels different now.
There's no more pretending. No more PR-friendly illusions about coexistence or integration. The world is changing visibly, structurally. Supes aren't just symbols anymore. They're rulers.
The banners across campus bear Homelander and Victoria Neuman's face now. The commander-in-chief. And no one's hiding it anymore. Her allegiance to the most dangerous man on Earth, Homelander.
Cate's gloves are off. Literally. She doesn't hide her powers anymore. She doesn't need to. She walks the with her head high not out of arrogance, but certainty. Supes rule here, and Godolkin has become more than a school. It's a proving ground for the next generation of leaders.
She thinks about Homelander more than she should. Their brief, intimate connection during the Stormfront incident wasn't supposed to mean anything. She had told herself that. Repeated it. But then came the gifts. The visits.
Cate knows he's with Starlight, Maeve, Neuman. It should disgust her. But it doesn't. Not really.
She tells herself she's above wanting that kind of attention. That she's focused on control, power, usefulness. But late at night, when she lies awake in her dorm, she wonders what it would be like to be chosen again by him.
The world outside Godolkin shifts toward a future ruled by supes and Cate intends to be part of that. She's not waiting on the sidelines. If loyalty earns her a place at the table, she'll give it.
[ Jessica Bradley apartment ]
Jessica Bradley sat alone in her dark apartment filled with books, eyes darting across screens filled with news feeds, graphs. Everything points to one inevitable conclusion Homelander isn't playing anymore. He's positioning. Consolidating. Lining up dominoes not just in Vought, but across America.
Jessica smiles.
Humanity had had its chance centuries of mediocrity and cruelty. They'd failed. Miserably. Homelander was imperfect, volatile, dangerous but he is evolution. She opens a tab and began typing.
To:a.barrett@vought.com
From:jess.b@proton.com
Subject:The Future
Ms Barrett,
I am Jessica, the smartest person in the world. Thanks to Vought.
And you know deep down that Homelander is on the verge of reshaping America in his image.
Let him.
But he'll need someone who can give structure to.
Someone who understands systems, long-term strategy, and how to make the world kneel without blowing it up too fast.
Set a meeting.
If you want to survive the next chapter, you'll put me in the room.
-Jessica Bradley
Ashley Barrett is halfway through her third iced coffee of the morning when the email hit her inbox. Unfortunately she have a hundred mails to read before that one.
She finally read Jessica mail two hours layer. Ashley read it once. Then again. Then a third time, slower.
Jessica Bradley.
That name had barely come up in years, buried somewhere in R&D archives with a redacted history and a reputation for being unmanageable. But now she was here, talking about Homelander, strategy, power consolidation like she wants in.
Ashley stood up, pacing.
"She's supposed to be in deep freeze or off the books or fuck, I don't know. " She mutters, already dialing.
"Get me Anika, now. " She snap into the intercom. "And flag every V file on Jessica Bradley. I want background, V batch data, test results, academic records, psychiatric holds, everything. If she sneezed near a Vought lab, I want a fucking tissue sample."
"Smartest woman in the world, great. Just what we need. Another egomaniac who thinks they can leash a nuke." She ends the call and rubbed her temples.
Within hours, the reports start flooding in, mental benchmarks off the charts, psychological evaluation, academics grades. Jessica Bradley is legit.
Ashley bites her thumbnail and paces around her office before calling Homelander and asking him to come to her office so he can be put in the loop and takes a decision.
[ Some minutes later ]
"I was about to fuck another baby in my wife Ashley, what is it? " Homelander asks immediately after entering her office, his face showing his annoyance.
"Look at this sir." Ashley answers, giving him her chair so he can read the mail. His eyes scanned it rapidly.
"She's legit ?" He asks her.
"Of course, I wouldn't have bothered you otherwise sir." Ashley answers.
"Jessica Bradley alias Sister Sage, born in Detroit, Michigan, 1992, and shortly after her birth, her parents accepted Vought's offer to inject her with Compound V. Possesses unspecified superhuman intelligence powers, making her the smartest person in the world." Ashley synthesize what she learned.
"Hmm.." Homelander takes a second to think. "Set up a meeting." He adds before standing up.
[ Vought Tower ]
[ Private boardroom ]
Homelander stands at the far end of the room, silent, back turned. His reflection glints off the glass. He doesn't greet her.
Sister Sage enters with calm restraint, a mind racing 200 moves ahead. She knows her place is not to challenge him, but to amplify him. That's how she survives. That's how she wins.
"Thank you for the audience." Sister Sage says. He doesn't turn, just floats a few inches above the floor.
"You're supposed to be smart. Smarter than.. everyone." Homelander quips back.
"I am and I've never had use for humility. But I am useful. To you." Sister Sage answers.
That gets his attention. He turns, eyes scanning her with that razor gaze that strips people to the bone.
"Everyone says that. Until they start thinking they know better than me." He says, warning her.
"I don't want to know better. I want to help you go further." Sister Sage says with a soft smile.
He circles her now, reading her for weakness. She gives him none. Only respect.
"The world isn't worthy of you. But it's changing thanks to you and Neuman. Faster than anyone sees. Forces outside this atmosphere, beyond politics or PR.. I can help you prepare." She explains vaguely.
"You think I'm not prepared ?" He asks her, his voice growing colder.
"You're singular. Could you stop numerous enemy like that woman simultaneously ?" Sister Sage retorts, unafraid as she refers to his fight with Anissa. The silence stretches. She doesn't press.
She places a file on the table. Not thick. Just a few pages. Projections, simulations, models. Nothing about her. All about him. His dominance.
He doesn't open it. Not yet. But she sees his jaw shift.
"What do you want ?" He finally asks her.
"To be of service. In whatever way keeps you ahead of what's coming." Sister Sage says softly.
He watches her longer than necessary. Intrigued. She's playing the long game. And that, more than desperation, hooks him.
"Fine. You get one shot. Impress me." Homelander says.
"That's all I need." Sister Sage answers nodding. He walks out without another word.
[ John's villa ]
Back to his home for an hour, John find Annie on the couch her breast out as William is sucking on her nipple, getting his milk.
"He's a hungry boy." He says to her with a smile, sitting besides her.
"Just like his father." Annie answers playfully as she slowly lull William to sleep, his mouth releasing a reddened nipple.
"Give me a minute, I'll put him in the crib." She says before standing and putting her baby in the crib she moved in the living room.
"Now come here mama.." John says pulling her back in his lap. Giving her feathery kisses that tickle the side of her cheek, running down her neck and dragging his wet tongue along with his soft, moist lips.
Annie cradles the back of he husband head and hugs him dearly.
He kiss her, wrestling her tongue in between their sealed lips and tasting the flavor of her mouth.
He lays her on her back on the couch, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable under his gaze.
With a smile his fingers slide to the edge of the garment. She nods quickly, her eyes filled with anticipation. John firmly grips her skirt and gently pulls it, sliding the garment down until it's completely removed. Annie feels her breath quicken as her completely soaked panties are revealed.
"You won't need these either. " John says calmly before grabbing her panties and slowly sliding them down her legs until her pussy is fully exposed.
John slips between her legs, slowly opening them. John's warm breath caressing her pussy. Her thoughts are abruptly cut off when she feels John's tongue pushing into her pussy.
"Yes, don't stop~" She pleads, her mouth curling into a sensual smile, and her gaze lost in ecstasy.
Jojn firmly grips Annie's hips, lifting her and pressing his mouth even harder against her pussy, exploring every inch with his tongue.
Annie writhes under the onslaught of pleasure. John's rhythmic tongue brings her closer to her limit, savoring every part of her insides. Finally, after a few minutes of this relentless assault, Annie reaches her release.
"Hnnn~~" She tries to hold back her moans to not wake up William.
John releases Annie's hips, letting her fall gently onto the couch.
John leans closer, positioning his erection at Annie's level. "How about you return the favor. " He asks, his tone provocative.
Sticking out her tongue, she slowly licks the head of his penis, collecting a drop of pre-cum that oozes out. Annke shudders at the taste it's strong and she loves. Dragging her tongue along its length while letting the member rest against her face. She stays like that for a moment, savoring the erotic moment.
She starts to play with her tongue, swirling it around the member as she moves her head back and forth, again and again. Her hand slides down to her pussy, starting to play with herself and inserting a finger inside as she continues sucking John's cock.
She sucks and bobs her head quickly, eager to get John's seed. Her efforts are not in vain. After a moment, John grabs her head, holding it in place as he releases his first load into her mouth. Annie swallow the thick liquid. When he finishes cumming, he releases her head. Her pussy throbbing which seems to scream for attention.
Annie inhales his intense, masculine scent.
"Ahhh~" A soft moan escapes her lips as something brushes against her pussy's entrance. Her eyes drop and she can see John's cock beginning to part her lips, sliding in slowly and stretching her.
Their eyes meet, and for a moment everything seems to freeze. Unable to resist any longer, Annie leans in and kisses John.
The kiss intensifies. Eager for more, Annie kisses him harder, their breaths quickening as she feels his cock start to slide slowly inside her pushing against the ribbing inside of her pussy.
Feeling his entire weight bear down on her, mewling and wriggling underneath the bigger man that started making love to his beautiful and young wife.
Her legs kick out wildly when the bulbous helmet push against her womb, her eyes briefly glowing before she quickly get he power under control, conscious of her sleeping baby boy.
Sputtering and gasping into his lips, cradling the back of the John's head and hugging him dearly, accepting the man's hips that snaps sharply and plow into the golden haired babe bareback and raw.
There is no greater feeling in the world than that heavy, threateningly massive erection pistoning in and out of her with force, taking the time when their lips are rarely parted to glance down at the member entering her coiling channel.
Annie's molten walls quaking out of undulation. The way her cervix is pleased and the lips of her womb kissing the dense tip repeatedly, the internal submission to be bred by her authoritative husband and birthing his children put Annie in a state of mind that maximized the pheromones surfacing in her brain.
"I'm going to fuck you pregnant again even if it's the last thing I do!" John gasps, his mouth descending on a nipple and sucking on it, alternating between her breasts.
Annie vision fill up with all sorts of obscure spots and stars, entering the verge of a profound climax, closing her eyes and suffering through the delicious, feverish chills.
Trying to keep them open to look into the eyes of her lover, hearing her bare naked skin slap against his own. His bulging sack contracting with the large spheres feeling like concrete as her pussy suck and contract in hopes of being inseminated again by his potent seed.
"John~Leave some for William" She whispers as he let go of her boobs, his tongue darting out to catch a droplet of milk exiting her nipple.
Annie is the first to succumb and hit her peak, toes curling and her ankles bending when her entire body rocks back and forth against the solid frame of the man laying on top of her, trapping her slim body completely beneath his strong frame.
Pounding her with might, taking in the sight of Annie's intense face, an expression so enraptured and ecstatic John grunts
"Gghhuu! "
Velvety walls coiling around his dense cockshaft, fluttering and splitting from his unyielding strength. Annie let out a labored gasp after a spurt of boiling hot cum splash against her womb, she's being bred , body seizing and smoldering with lust as her carnal instincts pushed her towards accepting his seed. Her pussy swallowing and consuming the thick cream, their sweaty bodies clinging to each other for a few seconds longer drawing the sperm out of his turgid member. John is being milked dry.
Cuddling, they both are thankful for William being such a heavy sleeper.
"I asked my mom to come for a week, so she can see William and help us a bit." Annie says softly, enjoying John's caresses on her body.
[ A day later ]
"You called this a waste of time-" He says, arms folded behind his back as he stares at her. "So impress me."
"I said the current state of things is a waste. " Sister Sage corrects, stepping forward, measured. "But that can change." She adds.
"With a speech? A protest? What, some clever press cycle? " He turns slightly, one eyebrow raised.
"Martial Law gives us exceptional but temporary power, this, it's permanent. Legal. The Supes Protection Act." She says.
He doesn't respond. Just watches her.
"It reframes Supes as a national asset class. Deployed with presidential authority, immune to local interference. You won't need permission anymore. You'll be the protocol." She continues.
"And Victoria just signs this into law? " He asks, skeptical.
"She will. The right crisis, the right faces in the right places. We let the country beg for it." Sister Sage says.
He watches her carefully now. Something shifting behind his eyes.
She places a thin black folder on the table between them. Inside, simulations, reaction curves, polling trends.
"You did all this already? " He asks, suspicious.
"I don't plan theories I don't intend to implement. " She replies.
He doesn't open the folder. But his fingers twitch. A tell.
"You're not like the others," he mutters.
"I'm useful. " She says simply. "And I want to see you win."
He considers her. Longer than necessary. Just calculation and the faintest flicker of interest.
"One shot. This works, you stay. You fail-"Homelander says.
"I won't" She interrupts.
That gets a smile. A small and dangerous smile. He walks past her and doesn't look back. She doesn't need him to. Not yet.
[ White House ]
[ Private Residence ]
Victoria sits on the couch in a long silk robe, legs curled underneath her. Her fingers rest lightly on her stomach. She's glowing from pregnancy.
The room is quiet. Safe. Until a soft rush of displaced air signals his arrival.
Homelander floats in through the balcony doors. No cape tonight just his suit unzipped halfway. Relaxed.
He lands soundlessly and walks to her.
"Can't sleep? " He asks.
"Don't have time to. " She murmurs, eyes on him.
He doesn't answer right away. Instead, he lifts a thin folder from behind his back and places it on the coffee table in front of her.
"That doesn't look like flowers." She raises a brow.
"It's a gift. From a potential new ally. " He says and Victoria's face tightens just slightly.
"She has a brain built for revolutions. And she's not looking to lead one she wants to build mine." He adds, ignoring Victoria crooked smile as she hears the pronoun.
Victoria picks up the folder. Flips it open. Her brows furrow as she skims the first few pages.
Supes Protection Act
Emergency Federal Empowerment Framework.
Provisional Supe Command Structures.
"Tell me what I'm looking at. " Victoria asks.
"You're looking at the future. " Homelander replies. "Supes given national jurisdiction. Crisis management authority. Media control under wartime classification. No more tiptoeing." He summarizes.
Victoria sets the folder down carefully.
"You're talking about almost total control." She says.
"I'm talking about stability. The world is a mess. No one trusts politicians. You're the only one they still believe in." He says.
He moves closer, crouches in front of her, one hand brushing her stomach.
"We do this right, they don't just accept it they demand it. And you you'll be remembered as the President who saved America from itself." He continues.
She looks at him. Hard. Calculating.
"And that woman, the potential ally ?" She asks him.
"She sets the table." He says. "She knows how to... How to make it works. I'm not asking you to trust her just use her."
Victoria runs a hand over her belly. Then Victoria leans forward, lips close to his ear.
"You understand what you're asking me to do? " Victoria asks him.
"I'm not asking, Vic. I'm giving us everything." His voice drops, she exhales, then nods once.
"Fine. I'll prep Congress. I'll line up the media. But if she fucks this up-" She starts to say.
"She won't. And if she does… she'll disappear." John interrupts then he straightens, planting a kiss on her forehead.
"You're going to be the most powerful woman in the world. " He says softly. "And our kid will inherit your power. With Zoe of course.." He adds, almost forgetting of Victoria daughter before mentioning her.
Victoria watches him walk toward the balcony as she opens the folder again.