ANTONY STARR as Edward Rutledge G20 (2025)— dir. Patricia Riggen
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ANTONY STARR as Edward Rutledge G20 (2025)— dir. Patricia Riggen
Happy Birthday ✨ANTONY STARR✨ (25 October 1975)
ANTONY STARR in G20 (2025)
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Antony Starr as Corporal Edward Rutledge in G20 (2025)
Hear me out...
Twin!Homelander?
Homelander x reader x Rutledge?
...my brain went places after seeing the G20 trailers the other week!
If I do make something of this, it's my first time writing a reader character and not OC so I may need to iron out some kinks throughout the process.
Fuck NNN. Let's Grow a Beard
Paring: Homelander x GN!Reader
Warnings: SFW, Homelander is probably OOC but it's a silly fic and that's ok, As a cis woman I have have zero ideas how growing beards actually works.
Words: 801
AN: I am aware that's Eddie that I used for the GIF but I needed to show peoples who haven't seen G20 his sexy face. He is relevant in this.
Summary: You are curious to what Homelander would look like with a beard.
Enjoy. Masterlist
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No Nut November was stupid.
That was the first thing you thought one crisp morning as you padded into the living room, drowning in one of Homelander’s scarcely worn shirts like a smug, cozy thief. He was on the couch, scrolling his phone with the same level of disdain he reserved for B-list supes.
You flopped next to him.
“Internet’s at it again.”
He didn’t look up. “Hm?”
“People are doing that ‘No Nut November’ challenge again.”
Now that got his attention.
He lowered the phone. Squinted.
“What… is that.”
“You know. No sex. No touching yourself. No fun. Thirty days of denial.”
He stared, blank.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope.”
His face went through several stages: confusion, disgust, then absolute horror.
“That’s not a challenge. That’s— that’s human rights abuse.”
“That’s what I said.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Who made this rule?”
“Random men on the internet.”
He scoffed. “Of course. People who can barely go four minutes are now pretending they can go a month? Pathetic.”
You smiled. Slow. Lazy. Deadly sweet.
“I just want you to know,” you said, patting his knee, “I would never subject you to that.”
He turned toward you like you’d just rescued a puppy from a burning building.
“…you really do love me.”
Then you added, perfectly blunt, “That and I’m not punishing my own libido just to watch you get blue balls. That helps no one.”
Then you grinned.
“But. If you want a challenge… I do have one.”
He straightened. Alert. Like a dog who just heard the treat bag.
“Oh this should be good.”
You turned toward him, very serious.
“No Shave November.”
And the horror returned.
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WEEK ONE
The Doubt Phase
It wasn’t much at first.
Just stubble. A suggestion of stubble. Like his face was considering the idea of hair but couldn’t commit.
Yet there he was, standing in front of the mirror like it was a mortal enemy.
“It looks… messy.”
“You look like a person. It’s good for you.”
He shot you a sharp look through the reflection.
“I’m a god. Not a person.”
There wasn’t any real heat behind it. Just ego. Just habit.
You stepped closer, totally unbothered.
“Even gods have beards, baby.”
You shrugged. “Zeus had one. Poseidon too. Pretty sure it was a whole ancient divine trend.”
He stared at you.
Then, very quietly:
“…they did look cool.”
You came up behind him, slid your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back because his shoulder was too high to reach comfortably.
You rose onto your toes, leaned up, and kissed his jaw.
A tiny rasp of stubble brushed your lips.
It was new. Soft. Weird. Intimate.
“It’s cute,” you murmured.
He tried to stay annoyed.
He failed.
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WEEK TWO
The Cheating Attempt
You caught him in the bathroom.
Heat vision glowing. A single hair about to be incinerated.
“HEY. That’s cheating.”
He flinched. “I wasn’t shaving!”
“It’s follicle homicide.”
“That’s not a term.”
“It is now. Stop.”
“This is torture.”
“You’ve been inconvenienced for seven days. My god, someone call Amnesty International.”
He glares… but he also blushes when your fingers brush along his jaw.
“You really think it looks good?”
You answer without teasing now. Just truth.
“I do. And it’s getting better.”
He tries not to melt.
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WEEK THREE
The Public Notices
He steps outside. Cameras notice.
By noon, it’s trending:
HOMELANDER BEARD WATCH
HOT? OR LOSING IT?
IS THIS A POWER MOVE OR A CRY FOR HELP?
He storms around the penthouse like someone told him they ran out of milk.
“They called it PATCHY.”
“They called you hot too.”
“That’s not the POINT.”
You catch his face between your hands.
“Hey. Listen. It looks good. Really good. You’re just not used to looking… human.”
His expression softens.
Just barely.
“…sexy human?”
You nod.
“Very.”
That settles him.
You win. Again.
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WEEK FOUR
Challenge Won
He doesn’t warn you.
You wake up and he’s standing there — beard fully grown in, shaped, darker blonde, devastating.
Not Homelander the brand.
Not the polished clean shaven statue.
Something older.
Sharper.
Hot in a way he shouldn’t be allowed to be.
Your breath actually catches.
He raises a brow.
“Well?”
Your brain fails you for a second, and then:
“You look like that guy from G20.”
He blinks. “…Who?”
“That military advisor with the beard. Rutledge. The intense one.”
You swallow, looking him up and down again. “He looked unfairly hot too.”
A slow, wicked smile curls at his mouth.
“Unfairly, huh?”
“You shouldn’t be allowed to look like that.”
He leans in, beard brushing your cheek, voice low:
“Then I guess we’re both grateful I don’t follow rules.”
You drag your hand along his jaw.
You feel the beard.
You’re done for.
“Keep it.”
His grin says he already planned to.
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