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There was a new Supe. All easy smiles and soft-like-cotton words; he was the youngest of them. He was only 18 years old; pure eye-candy for journalists and ordinary people, and he seemed to have embraced it.
"That mother'fucker. The last thing we need is another one with wizard shit.” Butcher dismissed the motherfucker on tv rapidly, but Hughie noticed the unusual behaviour; he was now usually more tense. After everything that happened with Homelander, after all the truths that came to light, after learning about the experiments on babies and that most of them were not born with powers, but were injected, they were studied as if they were inanimate objects. But had they missed such important information about the new subject?
His file was short. Name's Hadrian Potter, but his nickname was only linked to "Slytherin" which made a ridiculous sense because the bastard could talk to snakes, that was another of his abilities, what he hated most about the brown folder with the teenager's personal data it was having to constantly observe his face, the passport photo perfectly positioned to one side, the perfect teeth, the green eyes, an almost invisible scar on his forehead, the little smirk, high cheekbones, sharp, but delicate features.
They called him " The Little prince ", and it had been even more disgusting when he observed the interactions between Homelander and him, a pat on the shoulder, a smile, as if they could understand each other perfectly. It was the only relationship between Supes that didn't seem awkward and forced, but apparently Hadrian Potter was a bit of a surprise, since the boy was probably just another manipulator.
He was a wizard . His range of abilities was certainly impressive, so they couldn't bring him down quickly, plus his encounters with Annie were far from easy. In general, he could not have much information about the new member, only his relationship with Homelander with whom he seemed to get along, or in Annie's words: “They are like friends, but more weird. I don't know what this man had to do to keep up so well with Homelander. I'm afraid. What if Homelander raped him? What if Homelander is threatening his family?” Annie spat out the words like vomit. She really was worried about the bastard as if he wasn't just another Supe and even though she was the only one different so far, she couldn't rule out that maybe Hadrian Potter wasn't a threat anymore.
But that was when the lights of Annie's eyes went off. Not only Potter was friends with Homelander, they were fucking . Fuck buddies. Cheers. The soft moans, and grunts from the reunion room made Annie turn around and go back to her room.
Everyone had a reputation to uphold, so Potter was there to be Homelander's cock-warming. But now, when she thought about it, the two of them were the most powerful of the Supes. She had yet to observe and analyse Harry's complexity and range, but the spells were magnificent and he could do almost-anything with his magic.
"You're telling me that this bastard is the new fuck-buddy of Homelander." Hughie nodded at Butcher's words as he chewed harder at the rice on his plate like it was something hard to swallow, and not food that basically just melted in his mouth. “Things are getting worse.”
And of course things were getting worse. He was not yet on the wanted list, so Hugh was the only one who could attend a Supes party, well it wasn't explicitly theirs, but rather it was like a "festival" where everyone was invited and the Supes had press conferences, signed autographs and so on.
Obviously the one who got the most applause and the flirting was the new acquisition of the group: “The Little Prince”, while that name for Hugh seemed almost a mockery of the book. How could they name a person who didn’t have even a hint of innocence as the protagonist of the story?
“Do you want it?” He was brooding trying to act calm, as Annie greeted some fans, that he didn't realise that Harry Potter had come towards him with two glasses of soda or alcohol, he didn't know, but from the smell he could tell. The English accent was thick, but soft. As he did not respond quickly, the other apparently took the moment to continue making his remarks: “I was bringing this for Annie, but you can have it. She is more busy with the community.” He offered him the red plastic cup, and Hugh felt like he was at the prom after so long. Potter was beautiful for a man.
He couldn't say no, so he gripped the glass nervously, like he wanted to break it, and he just hoped the camera on his clothes was recording the interaction. "With her fans, you mean." He answered sharply.
Harry studied it for a few seconds and arched his eyebrows in surprise before flickering his eyes where Annie was signing the autographs and was taking photos. “You can see it that way too. But it's people at the end, and even if they are her fans, Annie would surely save them equally. We all have a duty, it doesn't matter if we are cherished by the press.” His words were so sure that Hugh could almost believe them, but those were words for a journalist, not for him, which now attracted more attention and was more curious. Why was the new toy talking to him? Wasn't he supposed to be one of the people in general? It was a suspicious action.
He was wearing a black tunic almost to his feet, you could see a green shirt under the robe, the same colour as his eyes, with transparencies and almost enticing because it shone when the sun hit it fully. He had high black boots, perfectly manicured hands, pale, with nails painted in different colours. His short hair, shaved to the sides, and if he hadn't seen wrong, he also had glitter on the eyelids and on the water line, something that really caught his attention.
“My name is Harry.” He introduced himself with a small fake smile and clinked his plastic cup with him, raising it slightly.
Hugh nodded and quickly thought about how he should politely continue this conversation. "I know, you're all around the news. But I'm Matt, nice to meet you." He smiled too, trying not to be awkward.
Annie was saying goodbye to the people and she started to walk towards him in a distracted way, but her whole expression changed when she saw him next to Harry Potter.
While this one took those seconds before the woman came, to move closer to face Hugh, and with green eyes that seemed to see beyond him, he said almost purringly. “You want a show, Matt? Later, you can jerk off seeing this interaction on your little camera. But I could make it more fun. Think about it.” And Hugh watched with horror in his eyes as the foreign expression changed completely. Harry winked at him and focused his gaze on the camera, waving two of his fingers at it, then slowly walked off to another spot where more people were waiting for him.
He walked with confidence in his steps and also gracefully like a cat. Hugh couldn't take his eyes off the figure, until he disappeared into a corner and Annie was at his side, trying to understand what had happened.
"Fucking bastard." He said morosely, with anger flooding again like the day his girlfriend died.
“He notices everything . You have to be more careful.” Annie offered those words as advice and walked to the centre of the stage where they were going to give a press conference.