Homelander's Guide to World Conquest

(A/N: First of all, let me just say that as much as I like 'The Boys' the fact that we don't know much about the rest of the world beside the US annoys me. The rest of the world and its Supes are pretty much invisible and non-existent which is going to make writing a fanfic about world conquest hard. I could circumvent this by creating OCs but that would be extremely boring so instead I'm creating a crossover to deal with that issue if you have any of you have any specific universe or character you want to see me incorporate let me know)

I love villains

I love playing villains in video games

I love reading about villains.

I smile when I see characters suffer for reason other than the selfishness of a monster

From the bottom of my heart, I truly love villains.

But if there's one this I hate about villains, it's how modern media likes to make them sympathetic. Sure, it's nice to have morally grey villains instead of the comically evil psychopath, but occasionally, you just wish you could watch a villain doing evil for the sake of it.

Villains who willingly choose to do heinous shit just because they woke up on the wrong side of the bed has its own cathartic appeal, especially when they win in the end. (even though they never win, fucking pussy writers) Recently, I have developed something of a love-hate relationship with one of my favorite villains.

Homelander

One hand, he's everything I love about villains. A ruthless narcissist who has no real empathy or remorse. But on the other hand, Homelander has stupid moments that make me want to throttle him.

Clearly, Homelander's never read the 'Evil Overlord list'. Otherwise, he would have been ruling the world before he started having a mid-life crisis in season 4.

But worry not!

I don't know what cruel God decided to give me of all people a second life, let alone a second life as Homelander, but I'm not about to let this chance go to waste.

Lucky me, I get to live out my ultimate villain fantasy. There're so many things to plan, so many things to do.

This is going to be fun

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Madelyn Stillwell

"You've changed." she didn't mean to say it so bluntly, but the words couldn't help but come out. The man across from her had indeed changed.

He still had that practiced perfect smile. His blonde hair was still well done without a strand sticking out. Hell, he still wore that ridiculous blue spandex that would emphasize his dick if he ever got an erection. His blue eyes, however, felt different. They felt sharper.

"For the better, I hope." He said with a chuckle as he closed his book.

"I'm concerned about you. Everyone is." Madelyn kept her voice soft and started walking towards the man. She made sure to sway her hips slightly and maintain a sensual smile

All he did was simply stare back with a raised eyebrow.

She wasn't lying, everyone was concerned with Homelander's recent behavior. For the past two weeks he's been either isolating himself in his penthouse or flying sporadically around the country, sometimes he'd out right disappear for hours or days.

It surprised her that he could stay away from the media for so long considering his insatiable need to be seen and heard but sufficient to say that everyone's been on edge to say the least, to the point that Stan Edgar himself had enough and send her to 'rein him in'

It seems that as time goes on people no longer saw her as the talented corporate manager that she was but rather saw her as the woman who fucks Homelander and listens too.

Once she finally reached him. Madelyn slowly ran her hand through his hair, "You look stiff, let me help you relax, and you can tell me where you've been." Her hand trailed down towards his face however, he quickly grabbed it before she could touch him. His hold gradually tightened with every second that went by.

"you're hurting me," she faintly whispered trying to hold back a wince

She knew he heard her, but he didn't much care to let go as he maintain direct eye contact," Madelyn, after much thought I've decided to end our…"

His voice trailed off as he looked off into space, he had a deep frown, and she saw the confusion flickering in his eyes before he looked back at her, "In all honesty I don't even know what to call this but regardless my weird, disgusting Oedipus Complex and my insecure reliance on you ends today."

Madelyn's heart stopped

She didn't know what do in that moment. She was a resourceful woman capable of adapting to any situation but never in her life did she think she would encounter this.

He had rejected her.

The very thought had seemed impossible to her, yet it was happening right before her eyes.

He had actually rejected her.

She stood there frozen in shook as she spiraled into endless contemplation which was only broken by the amused chuckle Homelander let out, "Come now Madelyn, did you actually think this thing between us could go on forever?"

"W-Why?" Madelyn knew she must have looked stupid, but she didn't care, her career, her life, everything she had build was slowly unravelling. She knew that her position in the Company was partly based on her skills and her ability to 'manage' Homelander, its what kept her job safe and guaranteed her success however if she lost it, she was no longer worth keeping around.

She might as well be as ordinary and disposable as all the others that came before her.

she could be fired

Oh God, Mr. Edgar was going to fire her.

"Why not?" Homelander countered

"I-I don't understand. What did I do wrong?" She practically screamed

"You did nothing wrong, you're just useless to me, that and I also find no joy in having someone's leftovers especially since he went and left his mark in you." Homelander said with a shrug

"What are you talking about," Madelyn hissed.

"Your pregnant, I can see it." He said as he stared at her stomach.

Madelyn did her best to hide her surprise and simply stared back unfazed with narrowed eyes, "Is this what this is about? We agree this was a casual thing, not anything serious. What I do with my free time, or my life is none of your concern." The panic that had previously washed over her was gone and in its place was a growing flame of anger.

Homelander sighed in exasperation as he let go of her hand, "Madelyn, do you think I care about that? Cause I don't, go organize an orgy and invite everyone in the tower for all I care, but just as you don't like it when I interfere with your personal life. I expect the same courtesy back."

She gave a sardonic smile, "That's not how it works, and you know that. I'm your boss, its practically my job to interfere with your personal life"

"A terrible boss mind you considering how often you end up in bed with your subordinate." He answered back with a snarky remark before continuing, "And also let's be honest, you're not my boss. No one is my boss. I'm The Homelander and I can do whatever the fuck I want."

Madelyn wanted to laugh just as much as she wanted to cry at the same time; he figured it out. He realized that there are no chains on him that he didn't put there himself.

His smile grew more predatory when he noticed how silent Madelyn was, "What? nothing to say? No snarky remark or comeback? That's a shame because I expected more of a fight."

"What should I tell Mr. Edgar?" She let out a mirthful chuckle

"Same thing I told you, Madelynn. 'What I do in my free time is none of your concern'." His eyes narrowed dangerously yet the smile remained.

"He won't like that"

"I know," Homelander nodded in agreement. "That's why it's going to be even funnier when he realizes that there isn't much he can do."

"As long as you're back and we don't have to deal with this again, I have no problem." I turned to leave, but I didn't get far as his voice called out.

"Oh! Madelynn, could you do me a favor?"

I hate it when he does this. How he would offer a smile and make a request when it was an order, and everyone knows you can't refuse someone like Homelander. Even if he has changed, it's clear that some things don't.

"What can I do?" Just smile. Don't be tense cause he'll notice if you are and he'll make things worse.

"I need to speak with my accountants and lawyers about something, could you organize a meeting for me?"

"I'll get right to it." I offered a smile and left the room. Questions of his intentions and goals regarding the meeting were on the tip of my tongue, but I held they back.

He's changed drastically

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Although I might have been reincarnated as Homelander, the strongest supe, that doesn't mean I should relax just yet. As it stands right now, there are four main problems that WILL threaten my future reign of terror if they're left to fester.

Number one: Soldier Boy. The only contender for my position of strongest and the only one who can hard counter me. His strength and durability can match mine, with speed and my ability to fly being my only advantage. Soldier Boy is a walking nuclear reactor with the ability to burn the compound V in a supe's bloodstream, and he's also a trained soldier. This guy is so powerful that the only reason he didn't kill Homelander in season 3 was because of plot convenience.

Number two: The supe virus, another thing that could absolutely ruin my day. It's an unavailable fact that people are going to try to kill to me especially if I'm serious about being a villain. I'm going to kill a lot of people and I'm going to scare / piss off even more. Therefore, it's inevitable that my enemies might want to create the supe virus. It's possible and relatively easy to create considering Dean Shetty could do it with minimal resources, and it's theorized to be able to kill me at the expense of the whole supe population. I doubt my enemies will care about the rest of the supe population if they were given the chance to kill me.

Number three: Time. One of the things that always bothered me about season 4 was the fact that I seemed to age at all considering the fact that Soldier Boy has longevity along with my theorized mother, Stormfront. This is likely because the Compound V Soldier Boy and Stormfront had, came directly from Fredrick Vought himself and was a more powerful version. I need to somehow get that same longevity even it if means personally dragging Stormfront to a dissection table.

Number four: Myself, more specifically, my atrocious fighting abilities. Sure, it's cool and easy to spam your laser eyes all the time, but this inadvertently makes you lazy and incapable when faced with an actual equal. This one it relatively easy to fix, but it's still a problem for when I eventually face Soldier Boy.

Thankfully, I do know of a solution to most of my problems, Compound V. This miracle substance is the key to my ascension to Godhood. I need to learn all that I can about Compound V or at least get someone loyal who can unlock all its secrets.

That's why I'm heading to Vogelbaum right now. Besides telling me where I can find Ryan, he can also point me in the right direction in understanding Compound V.

And as if I already didn't have enough on my plate, I also need to somehow raise an army strong enough to go against the entire world's combined military might. A Supe army might provide a good force multiplier but considering how inept and useless most Supes are, I might need to create and train more myself. Afterall, I need professional killers not glorified celebrities.

"Good damn it, the movies and games don't mention how much work is involved in this stuff. Perhaps this is why the villain always has everything already set up by the time the story starts."

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Jonah Vogelbaum

Jonah Vogelbaum would be the first to admit that he was not wise.

Without a doubt, he was intelligent, being considered one of the greatest biologists in the current decade, but he was not wise. He often let his curiosity for science take things too far. Lacking the foresight to predict the consequences until it was too late.

So, when Vought asked him to create the second coming of Soldier Boy, Vogelbaum let his scientific curiosity control his actions. He didn't even blink as they started torturing an innocent child.

The boy's screams didn't bother him.

The boy's begging didn't bother him.

Not even as he watched him silently cry in the corner of his sterile room.

The moment Vogelbaum truly realized what he had done was when his monster returned to its creator.

"John," he stared up at the monster he created as it was levitating above him. The monster had a certain air of authority. Its face was impassive as it stared down at him with its arms behind its back. Vogelbaum was personally surprised by how calm he was at that moment. Maybe it's because he always knew that this moment was inevitable.

"Dr Vogelbaum," Vogelbaum observed how John seemed to test the word that was seemly foreign to him as he slowly descended.

"Do you want to come in?" Vogelbaum offered.

John shifted his eyes from Vogelbaum and towards his house not far from here. "Yes."

As they walked to his house in silence, Vogelbaum occasionally passed glances at John. He was different.

No matter how powerful John was, Vogelbaum had grown used to recognising small tells from the young man, and as he looked at him now, there was nothing. It wasn't to say that John had gained a better poker face, but rather, he simply didn't care.

He gave off no hatred or resentment. He was just apathetic to Vogelbaum, something he had trouble understanding.

As they entered his study, Vogelbaum sat behind his desk, but John chose to remain standing as he simply stared at Vogelbaum.

A minute went by with nothing being said. Both men stared at each other and listened to the slow ticking of the grandfather clock before John broke contact and shifted towards studying the room

Vogelbaum's eyes however remained locked on his surrogate son as he paced around the study occasionally browsing through a book. Having grown tired of the unspoken game between them Vogelbaum moved to speak up but was beaten to the chase by John.

"Why do you still have this," John spoke softly.

Vogelbaum paused and shifted his attention to the items in John's hands, on his left hand was one of his many Journals. Each was special and unique its own way often filled with his insane ramblings and thoughts pertaining to his research however the one in John's hands differed from the rest because it didn't discuss anything related to science.

All 500 pages revolved around his thoughts, regrets and interactions pertaining to a certain blonde-haired child

In John's right hand was a picture. It was what held his attention the most as his eyes remained transfixed on it. It was a picture of Vogelbaum in a plain white room wearing a Baseball Glove and to his side was a young boy with bright blue eyes and an even brighter smile holding a baseball.

"Why do you still have this?" John repeated a little more forcefully

"Playing baseball that day was the happiest I ever saw you, as time went on you gradually lost that spark. I kept this to remind me of what you once were." It was a partial truth a best, Vogelbaum couldn't bring himself to look into his monster's eyes at tell it the truth. He kept that picture as punishment, he wanted to constantly remind himself of what he had done, of what he had created at the expense of a child's innocence. He wanted to confess, let it all out, but no matter how hard he tried no words of remorse poured out.

John let loose a fond chuckle, "You were a terrible catch."

Vogelbaum matched his growing smile, "At the speeds you were throwing that ball, you could have killed me. Why would I try catching those fastballs?"

They shared a small chuckle as John replied, "You were right that was one of my happiest moments" His smile instantly disappeared as he stared back with narrowed eyes, "Too bad you decided to boil me alive the next day."

The look of sheer contempt directed to him felt like a physical gut punch, "I know it's meaningless at this point and I know you won't accept it but for what it's worth, I am sorry for what I did."

John seemed to growl as his eyes got progressively redder, "You're right. I won't just accept that not after what you did, not after you-" His eyes widened as he suddenly stopped.

He then unceremoniously dropped the book and the photo. Vogelbaum noticed the strange, confused look John gave him before the Supe proceeded to outright ignore the former scientist instead finding his hand more interesting, "Well, this is interesting."

John spoke up as he flexed his hand several times, "I didn't just inherent his memories but also the emotions associated with them, so in a way I4 suppose he's still alive in some form. The fact that the emotions can unknowingly influence me might present an annoying problem."

"What are you talking about?" Vogelbaum asked as he gave John a strange look.

The hero let out a slight chuckle, "Don't worry about."

The retired scientist felt uncomfortable as the once jovial atmosphere instantly disappeared. John seemed determined at making things as awkward as possible because he kept looking at Vogelbaum as if studying him.

Perhaps he was distracted by nostalgia, but Vogelbaum reviewed their interactions up still this point and realised that he didn't even know what his surrogate son was doing here, "Why are you here John? I doubt it's to reminisce about the unpleasant past"

 "I suppose I did get carried away," He walked closer to Vogelbaum. "The truth is that I have a lot of questions that only you can answer."

"John, I'm retired. I'm not obliged to answer your questions, and if it's something retaining to company secrets, the NDAs would stop me."

"Not even if I were to kill your children?" Vogelbaum's heart sank when he saw the malicious smile on John's smile. "If you want, I'll even leave sweet, innocent Sonia for last because I know she's your favourite."

Vogelbaum could see it in his eyes, John was serious.

"Just ask your questions and leave," He didn't have it in him to fight, negotiate, or bargain. He was too tired and a part of him believed that he deserved this, this was retribution

"To start with I'd like to know where you put my son. Yes, I know he exists so please don't lie to me otherwise I'd be forced to cripple you from the waist down"

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It was embarrassing in a way really.

I plan to conquer the world and rule with an iron fist yet when I'm faced with my first major decision I'm already plagued with indecision and uncertainty.

As I stood in front of the only normal household in a neighbourhood filled with Vought spies and scientists, I couldn't help but contemplate the two options available to me.

I could go through that door and simply kill both Becca and Ryan riding myself of the weapon that could be trained to kill me, or I could through that door and allow Ryan to meet his father who would train and raise him into a useful tool in the path for world conquest.

Both options had their equal pros and cons

On one hand Ryan might be destined to become the Luke Skywalker to my Darth Vader if I were to let him live but on the other hand having a mini me around might prove entertaining if nothing else.

"God damn it," I sighed as I rang the doorbell.

I sighed once again as I waited, I knew that once this door was opened, I would be forced to decide on what to do.

'Maybe I should just kill him. It's not like I want to raise a child anyway, they're too annoying.'

"Ryan! Get the door!" I heard a female voice call out

Using my x-ray vision, I found that the interior of the house was rather dull. There were some pictures hanging the walls here and there but nothing that really spoke to me. However, what did attract my attention were the two occupants in the house.

One was a beautiful brunette woman baking a cake in the kitchen. Even from where I stood, I could feel the sheer joy as she practically danced around the room with a large smile and a slight chuckle

I could absolutely see what had attracted Butcher and my original self to the woman, she practically radiated positivity, that and her large ass certainly helped.

The second occupant was a young boy with the same brown hair as his mother. It was unnerving to look at the kid because it you were to dye his hair blond; he would look exactly like I did at that age.

That little shit without a doubt came from me

As he opened the door, I locked eyes with this innocent looking boy.

This was my son, my legacy, my heir. In terms of appearance, he didn't inherit anything from he, having the same brown hair and eyes as his mother but that didn't matter because he was MY son.

I noticed how the boy's eyes brightened when he looked up at me. His eyes wandered examining every detail of my appearance, "You look exactly like the actual Homelander."

I hide my confusion behind my usual smile as I addressed the boy, "What makes you think I'm not the actual Homelander?"

The boy smiled back at me, "Why would Homelander ever visit me? You don't have to pretend I know my mom hired you"

I was clearly missing something here; Ryan wasn't the least bit surprised or confused by my appearance but that was when I noticed the calendar on the fridge had today marked as 'B-Day'

'Oh, I get it now.'

 It was Ryan's birthday, and he thought that his mother hired a cosplay Homelander to celebrate. That would explain why Becca was baking a cake.

 My mind raced at speeds unimagined by humans as different scenarios and actions were considered and tossed aside until I arrived at a final decision, "You never know, I've seen crazier things."

I knelt to boy's level and did my best to appear as friendly as possible.

"I'm John." I offered my hand to the boy

"Ryan" The boy responded as he eagerly shook my hand.

'This might get messy; I should have hired a clean-up crew.' Those were my thoughts as my son lead me inside.