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One last rewrite, one shot with Julia
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Only more polite
From the moment she first drew breath in 2003, Julia Anne Gillman-Eddings was anything but ordinary.
In a sterile Vought laboratory, twenty-eight precious eggs had been harvested from an anonymous donor and fertilized with Homelander’s genetic material—twenty-seven perishing in the bio-chamber’s chill, leaving only one embryo to carry his legacy.
Once Julia emerged, tiny and perfect, she was entrusted to a prominent couple handpicked by Vought’s executive team, their home chosen as an experimental haven where she could grow beyond the pale glow of lab lights.
Unaware that his sperm had been clandestinely harvested, Homelander would have exploded with fury if he’d known how casually his consent had been dismissed—and rumors whispered through Vought’s corridors that deep in their vaults lay crates of DNA vials from Soldier Boy, Queen Maeve, and other supes deemed too valuable to lose. +
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On a re-writting roll today!
Redid Maddy's solo
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Lonely
Recently, Madelyne had grown tired of remaining in Limbo—of the sulfur-yellowish red sky and the towers that shifted when no one was watching—and chose to return to the mortal world to wander among them again, even for a brief time.
It was true that she felt lonely, though knowing her, she would never admit it. Her throne room received visitors from time to time: demons with agendas, lost souls begging favors, a minor god or two.
But none stayed long, and the conversations always ended the same way— with her alone on the dais, listening to the echo of her own heels on the cold stone. +
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Rewrote Annie's one shot.
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Redemption… the word scraped against Annie’s teeth like a bitter pill. She couldn’t explain why she loathed it so fiercely—only that it stung whenever she heard it.
After her mother stole her free will and plunged a syringe of Compound V into her arm as a baby, could Annie ever truly earn another chance at life? Somehow, yes.
Growing up, Annie’s days blurred into a carefully scripted performance. Her mother, theatrically pious, proclaimed her “a gift from God,” parading her daughter through Sunday pageants and charity drives.
Annie’s skin would prickle under the stage lights as she hovered her palms, summoning shimmering arcs of starlight at her mother’s command. The applause washed over her like warm rain—yet each ovation tasted of someone else’s faith.
They whispered jealousy, divine favor—but the surge of power came from the cold-tasting chemical burning in her veins, not any holy blessing.
She swallowed the sermons note by note, reciting Scripture until the words felt like sandpaper in her throat.
Only when she discovered the truth—her mother’s frantic justifications for injecting her with V—did Annie roll her eyes so hard they nearly clicked.
Beneath the glittering façade, she dreamed of using her celestial light to heal, to shield, to do something genuine. +
This is only the beginning. I love you very much sweetheart. We have a very long life ahead of us and i am sure our future is not only bright but also very hot.
Can't wait to see your beautiful baby bump. 💕😘
Lucifer and I just got the news. The little plus sign on the stick was so faint at first we weren’t sure, but now the doctor has confirmed it.
We’re expecting our own little Boo. I can already picture tiny fingers and that sweet newborn smell.
I love you both with my whole heart. I can’t wait to find out if it’s a him or a her, to hold them for the first time, and to start this beautiful new chapter of our lives together.