
xᴏᴍʙɪᴇ
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if only i were a bird, dark winged in flight.

“ Huh? OH– ” He laughs weakly, arm raised to scratch the back of his neck. Sniff-checking the collar of his T-shirt for good measure. “ Y-yeah, that, um, tends to happen more than I’m comfortable with . . ”


“Huh.. Interestin’..”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell…. Sounds pretty fuckin’ diabolical.”

“Ya don’t eat every day?” His head tilted slightly as he shoved the cigarette pack into his pocket before taking a drag, slowly blowing the smoke out into the air.

Reaching out, the raven haired Brit took the offered pack of cigarettes. Shaking one out, he put it between his lips and pulled out a lighter, flicking the flame to life before lighting the end. Extinguishing the flame, he put the lighter back into his pocket. “Never been —

“ Yeah, that’s, uh– ” A small shrug. “ . . He’s my boss. ”

“ . . . . Which British guy? ”


“If ya mean tryin’ to obliterate ‘Omelanda from existence…” There was a light shrug of his shoulders, the corners of his lips already tugging into his signature smirk. “Guilty as charged.”


Well, the other male did have a pretty good point. Already, the corners of the raven haired Brit’s lips were starting to tug into his signature smirk. “Yer just now realizin’ that?”

Lifting a hand to his chest, he feigned offense. “Ouch.”

Why the fuck is Homelander calling me a twink. So many times.




