#Starlander

[starlanderdaily]

We're the same, You and I, we're the same. STARLIGHT AND HOMELANDER PARALLELS THE BOYS 3.01 | 3.03 | 2.07 | 1.06

[devilander]

He looks at her reflection. She doesn't pay him any mind; just keeps playing on her phone. "What's sad?" he repeats.

"This. Faking the hero shit." Her voice is so unaffected, it's starting to remind him of his own. "And the worst is that I know you could be more than that. You could so easily be a hero. The love of the people would be real. The headlines wouldn't be written by Ashley. I'd have fallen in love with you twice over. But you just… don't." Her words are little dreams, and when she stops speaking, he watches them tumble off the table edge and shatter.

He finds himself staring at the ground for quite some time, looking for shards. He blinks himself awake. "It's too late now," he mumbles.

enlightenment & rebirth by @bisexualhomelander. happy birthday!

[snekyson]

Perfecting the facade

[suziesybil]

Homelander sighs deeply, practically melting into her. His arms come to snake around her legs, in an almost worshipful embrace. 'When you say it it sounds....so much nicer.' Starlight's hands finally find their place, gently carding through his hair. Sometimes the pretending is easy. Sometimes, though she will never admit it, she doesn't have to force it. Package of Lies "Believe" by Tybaltus

[ishomieokay]

Biggest issues of the Homelander redemption fics I've read is that the whole point of his character is that he's irreparably broken. He cannot earn redemption in a traditional way because due to his upbringing his sense of empathy and his moral compass are fucked up beyond belief. He's a psychopath. No amount of love, nurture or self-reflection is going to undo that.

Empathy is not something that you can learn or instill in someone. The issue when using this trope is that Homelander can't actually be regretful. That means no repentance = no redemption, basically. At least, following Christian logic.

You can play around with the idea, though. And I'm not gonna lie, it's lots of fun if you know how to do it right. All you need to do is look at his motivations. If doing good things will benefit him in some way, he will do it. Maybe he's trying to impress his S.O/show them that he can change or he's trying to earn back the love of the public. You can even make him do good deeds by accident.

Hell, it can be a fucking comedy. The idea of Homelander actually trying to be Heroic and failing everytime because he can't keep his emotions in check or properly control his powers is hilarious to me, tbh. Specially because he would be such a baby about it. "Why can't things ever go my way?!" He says, covered in blood and standing among a bunch of dead bodies.

The same premise can be used for an incredibly whumpy, you-can't-escape-your fate kind of story.

My point is, you can absolutely try and write that Homelander Redemption fic your heart desires. You just gotta be smart about. And take into account, it's most likely going to end in tragedy, one way or another.

[luo-yunxi-is-hot]

[lobotomyqueen666]

Been reading a lot of fanfic of them ngl

[ghost-facess]

this gif is making me feel things

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[homelndrs]

HOMELIGHT !!

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[wallissa]

“I’m really glad you’re here”, “I’ll miss us” — there is just something about Homelander expressing what seems to be genuine emotion towards people who he’s fighting against.

Which is to say: I fear he cares about these people.

And him caring about people leads to him prioritising the people over their actions. We know he doesn’t care about most people, but it seems that if he does care, he’s willing to bend his morals for them (him not agreeing with Stormfront’s politics but going along with them anyways because he doesn’t care enough about the politics and cares too much about her). I think on some level he might think that’s how it is for those other people too. He respects Butcher and Annie, so he thinks on some vague level, that feeling has to be mutual. The “rest” (Nazi politics, lives getting destroyed, Butcher’s revenge, etc) is just something that happens around them, something they do but not something they necessarily are [side note: the core thought here is also about HL and how his lack of autonomy is possibly tied to a lack of agency. What does HE believe in? He has wants and needs, but does he have beliefs? Hence it might be easier for him to overlook a clash of beliefs].

“Yes, we’re on different sides, but deep down, we respect each other, and that’s what counts” — but that’s not how the world works. The gravity of the situation escapes him. Those people genuinely despise him.

[bootyshortsjacob]

Booty, we have so many already butttt elevator scene rewrite. Pls! I’ll love you forever! Rough sex and everything. Homelander has to leave Starlight destroyed in the elevator. bc fuck Hughie. <3

Between the Floors

Here you go anon. Tumblr exclusive... 🫶🏼. Love you too!!! I'll probably throw this on ao3 later, but enjoy I hope I did what you wanted.

Starlight strode down the busy Vought Tower corridor to the elevator. As she walked by certain employees, they would either nod when they saw her or even look at her respectfully. All eyes would be on her no matter what she had done. They loved their superhero as the perfect, unfailing image of purity and righteousness.

A blast of cool air and the gentle whirr of machinery greeted her at the elevator door in contrast to the movement in the open corridor. Starlight stepped through as the doors shut themselves.

As the doors were about to close, a hand slipped between them, preventing them from closing. Starlight paused for a long moment as the doors were held open. Her surprise was mixed with a hint of curiosity as she turned to see who had stopped the elevator.

The elevator door opened fully to reveal a tall, charismatic figure. Homelander stood there, his face devoid of any emotion. He stepped into the elevator, his presence instantly filling the enclosed space. His sharp blue eyes met Starlight's momentarily before he casually stood behind her with no words.

Starlight watched him and swallowed before speaking, "Hey... Homelander."

Homelander let the silence linger for a moment longer before reaching out and touching the emergency stop button.

As Homelander's finger pushed down the emergency stop button, Starlight's heart began beating a little faster from surprise. The elevator stopped with a lurch, and the silence gave way to anticipation.

Homelander almost caught the fleeting suspicion from Starlight. His face was blank as he turned to focus on her. It felt like his eyes were drilling into her, watching every step she took, waiting for how she would respond.

Homelander sighed deeply before speaking with a chilling voice, "Maeve… Maeve begged me to let you live…. So, I gave you a second chance. And you... failed me."

Starlight shuddered at Homelander's words. The flat tone spelled danger, and her heart rate picked up again. Her voice was cracking; the fear started slipping through even as she tried to hold it together. "W-what are you talking about?" Starlight stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Homelander clicked his tongue before focusing on her and shook his head, "No more lies."

Starlight's heart dropped at Homelander's words. He seemed looking right through her, and she gave up trying to deny it. She hesitated and then gave up trying to answer.

Homelander's hand snapped out with the speed of a striking snake and wrapped around her neck. Starlight was taken by surprise with the unexpected attack. Homelander pressed her against the wall, squeezing harder while depriving her of air for a few seconds as she gasped. She reached for his arm to dislodge his hand instinctively.

The impact caused her vision to blur a bit. She could not help but panic. She opened her mouth and tried to speak, but she was too far gone now, too petrified as she peered into the frozen orbs of Homelander's eyes.

Homelander maintained his hold on her throat, tight enough to remind her how easily he could kill her. He moved in a bit closer, now little more than inches from her face. "Go ahead and scream as much as you want," he snarled, his voice tinged with disappointment and rage. His fingers tightened slightly around Starlight's throat, squeezing it just enough to make her gasp for air again.

Starlight tensed as Homelander's hand slid down her superhero costume, though she could feel how hot his hand was even through the fabric. She winced as he dug into her stomach, causing her to shiver in response.

Starlight felt a painful pressure as Homelander's knifelike hand pressed harder into her stomach. She gritted her teeth, trying to keep her voice steady. "Wh-what... did I do?" She gasped, the words struggling to escape as he continued applying pressure.

Homelander's intense gaze bore into hers as he spoke, his voice soft but dangerous at the same time. "I told you to kill Hugh Campbell, and you hesitated," he sneered, digging his hand harder into her stomach now.

Starlight's eyes widened in surprise and fear as Homelander's hand pressed even harder into her stomach, the pain becoming sharper. She grunted softly, her body tensing under the pressure. "I... I said we should go to the police..." she tried to protest, her voice shaky.

Homelander's grip on her throat tightened further as he spoke, his voice a dangerous whisper now. "You disobeyed my orders because you're with him," he said, his fingers pressing deeper into her stomach.

Starlight's mouth opened wide as a moan of pain slipped out; she could feel his fingers threatening to puncture her body.

Homelander's eyes flickered with anger and satisfaction as he felt her body respond to the pressure he was exerting. She almost had no voice left, and the pain in her groan made him feel even more like he was powerful and entirely in control of her. His hand was like a burning brand on her belly, and the burn increased with every passing moment.

There was no more room for conversation as the only sound was Starlight's pained scream, which only spurred Homelander on. He continued to press his fingers into her stomach, holding her against the wall with a vice-like grip.

As she struggled to speak, her words came out in short gasps and wails of pain, the pressure Homelander was exerting on her stomach making it difficult for her to draw a full breath. He leaned in closer, his face just inches away from hers, relishing his power over her.

"F-f-fuck you. Hughie Campbell broke my fucking heart... w-worse than anyone ever has-s..." Her gloved hands still scrambled at the wrist of his hand around her throat as she continued in a stammer. "And part of me w-wants to blast his fucking face off, so no, I'm not with him." Starlight managed to force out her words despite her difficulty breathing, and her anger and pain were evident in her voice. "But if you want to kill me because I'm not a murderer and I won't straight up execute someone, then go ahead."

Homelander's eyes darkened further at Starlight's words. Her defiance only seemed to fuel his anger and possessiveness even more. He could feel her body shaking against his grip, the combination of pain and emotion causing her voice to tremble.

Starlight was filled with pain and fear despite the defiance in her voice. Homelander felt the tension in her body as he held onto his grip on her; it only made him want to assert more dominance over this woman.

Her ears were filling with her own heartbeat, and panic was swirling in her head as Homelander's hand tightened around her throat. She fought to maintain her composure, but the pressure of his fingers against her skin was beginning to wear her down. "So, tell m-me, am I-I lying," she managed to choke out.

Homelander glowered down at Starlight, the grip on her throat tightening more as he considered her words. He leaned in closer, his body nearly pressed against hers, his voice cold and calculated. "No, you're not lying..."

Homelander trailed off momentarily to notice the slightest bump in Starlight's heart rate. As much aggression and anger as he had for her, he could not help but notice how softly she breathed in proximity to him now. He held her by the neck, but his eyes dilated slightly as he observed her face. A flicker of curiosity seemed to cross his features, and he continued to hold her pinned against the wall, his body close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin.

Homelander could hear the small, involuntary sounds of her breathing, the way her chest rose and fell rapidly. Despite the pain he was causing her, there was a hint of something more primal and intense building between them at that moment.

Homelander leaned a little closer, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "You're not as good at lying as you think," he hissed, his fingers digging into her skin just a bit more as he pressed against her.

The warmth of his skin next to hers now filled Starlight with a sense of vulnerability. Her heart sped up to match the cadence of her racing thoughts. The combination of fear and panic ran wild in her veins, but something more she couldn't name rose as well and fueled the emotions inside her.

As she heaved with ragged breath, her ample chest rose and hell repeatedly. Homelander's gaze focused on her breasts and the way she responded to him, her heart hammering in her chest, the feel of her skin under his fingertips.

His hand softened instead of digging into her stomach, and slowly, he slid it up her chest. Starlight's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected gesture. Her breathing hitched, and fear and something else flared within her. While he was a threat and dangerous, she could not help but like the way her body shuddered for this man.

His hand went higher and higher until it closed gently around the curve of her breast through the costume. Her skin heated beneath his fingers as she felt her heart rate heighten even more, and a secretive smile crept up his lips as he listened to her heart race again.

One of Homelander's hands teased at the low-cut neckline of her supersuit, and Starlight's eyes were drawn to it. His fingers moved around the fabric, teasing her sensitive skin. She was aware of his gaze on her face, observing every move and noting every gesture.

He caressed her collarbone with firm but tender fingers. He knew he affected her; the way her chest rose and fell with every breath, the way her eyes darkened just a fraction as he touched her. His fingers teased the edge of her neckline, slipping under the fabric and gently brushing against her skin. Her heart's thumping grew faster, as did the tension surrounding them.

Starlight's breath hitched as Homelander played with the edge of her costume while running his hands down her body, not just because she was afraid of what he might do but because her body betrayed her, reacting to his touch in a way that surprised both of them, and she tried to contain herself.

Homelander grinned, and Starlight sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the soft skin beneath her super suit started to harden his cock. He saw her fear and lust etched in the way she looked at him as he kept touching her, his fingers drawing designs on her skin.

Starlight responded as if on autopilot, purring in the back of her throat and relaxing into his exploring. Her hands gripped his arms, unsure if she wanted to push him away or pull him forward. "Y-you didn't tell me. W-was I lying?" Starlight tried to keep her voice from trembling and repeated her question.

Homelander's hand stopped for a moment, and his fingers lay flat against her breast. Head tilted, he looked at her as if surprised by her interruption. Finally, an almost-inaudible, near-lethal drawl slipped out, "I don't know. I haven't decided yet." He pulled the edge of her collar away as he answered, "I'm far too preoccupied." With that, he lowered his head and kissed her neck gently, his teeth finding a tender spot and nipping at her skin. Starlight gasped in response and held his arms even tighter. But her body responded to his touch, the pool of heat in her core growing.

Homelander continued to tease her skin, his teeth and lips working their way along her throat, his hands roaming her body in a possessive yet gentle way. He seemed to enjoy the way she responded to his touch, the way her body betrayed her despite her best efforts to remain stoic.

Starlight's breathing grew ragged and uneven, the feel of his teeth and lips on her skin sending waves of pleasure through her. She tried to push him away, but her hands only seemed to hold him tighter, her body responding to his touch in ways she couldn't control.

As Homelander unzipped the front of Starlight's super suit, he exposed more of her body to the cool air around them. His predatory expression moved over her body with a fierce, hungry gaze.

Homelander's tongue slowly dragged over his fangs as he stared at Starlight's breasts that were hidden behind the unzipped material of her costume. His eyes darkened with lust as he placed his hands on her hips, mapping out the curves of her body. "You really are quite beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "A shame you had to go and lie to me."

Starlight's eyes darkened as Homelander's hands began to slide the fabric of her costume over her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the cool air. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage, the heat from his body warming her skin even more.

Homelander's eyes bore into her flesh, hands gliding over her skin as sensations of euphoria swept through her. She tried to fight, but her body arched into his touch. His hands coasted over her body.

Starlight's breathing was labored, and the touch of his hand moving against her sent liquid heat through her veins. His erection pressed against her thigh, and her body seemed to unconsciously roll her hips, which was also strangely intentional.

Homelander's hands roamed over Starlight's body, and he felt her respond to him—the warmth of her skin under his touch. His fingers ran over her breasts, teasing at her nipples, drawing gasps of pleasure from her lips. His hand slid down further, teasing at the waistband of her costume, pulling it down further to expose more and more of her skin to his gaze.

His lips found her neck again, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he whispered against her ear, his voice dark and dangerous. "You should have told me the truth, Starlight," he said, his hand sliding down her stomach and over the exposed skin. "But it's not too late to make it up to me."

Starlight's breathing grew even more ragged as his hand slid lower, her body quivering in anticipation. His breath was hot on her skin, and his teeth nipped at her ear. She knew she was toeing the line, but the way he caressed her and the way he teased her made it hard to resist. She could feel herself surrendering to the feeling, her body melting beneath the intoxicating caress. The heat and gentleness of his fingers as they pressed into the folds of her pussy caused her legs to part for him effortlessly.

Starlight groaned as his fingers slid into her opening, and his thumb circled around her clit. It was heavenly, and she was writhing with the way he fingered her. Her fingers found their way to his hair, clutching him as he worked her over, her breathy moans echoing through the space. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, her thighs shaking as she came apart around him. She collapsed against him, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. His mouth found her ear again. "That was only a taste," he said, his fangs nipping at her earlobe. "I want more, Starlight."

As he spoke, he pulled his hand away from her pussy, his fingers slick with her cum. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean, the taste of her flooding his senses. He felt his cock getting stiffer at the sight of her boneless against the elevator wall, her body exposed and ready for him to take. He leaned over her, his mouth finding hers once more.

While they kissed, Homelander's fingers found their way to her pussy again, teasing her entrance as they pressed inside. His mouth swallowed her moans as he worked his fingers in and out of her, stretching her to take more him. His lips were wet against hers, his tongue tangling with hers as he continued to fingerfuck her.

The sensation was almost too much to bear. Starlight's moans echoed through the metal box, her body shaking as he worked her toward another orgasm. The feeling was so good, her body melting into him as he kissed her, his fingers curling inside of her. She came apart around him, her muscles clenching around his fingers as she orgasmed again.

This time, Homelander didn't pull away. Instead, he continued to kiss her, his tongue tangling with hers as he worked her through her orgasm. His hands found their way to her hips, lifting her off of the wall and pulling her legs around him. His lips didn't leave hers as he pressed her back against the elevator wall, holding her body flush against his. His tongue continued to dance with hers, his hands roaming over her body, touching her skin as if trying to commit every inch of her body to memory.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, the feel of her skin against his driving him wild. He could feel the heat from her body, the way she trembled and quivered against him.

Homelander's hands fumbled with his golden eagle belt, his body shaking with anticipation as he tried to free himself. He felt wild, feral, possessed by a need that made his fingers clumsy and his breath in ragged gasps. As he finally managed to get his belt unbuckled and his spandex lowered, he pressed himself against her body, his bare skin against hers, their bodies molding together as if they were made for each other. She was so wet, so hot against his cock, and he knew he wouldn't last long once he was inside her.

He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, her pussy slick with her arousal, and she was already trembling with pleasure as he pushed in. His lips broke away from hers as he groaned loudly, her body clenching around him as he began to thrust. "Fuck," he gasped against her lips, "You. Feel. So. Fucking. Amazing."

Starlight's eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. He couldn't look away from her face as he fucked her, her expression so fucking beautiful. He could see how much she enjoyed it, how she loved the feel of his cock inside of her.

Her fingers were digging into his back, her nails scratching against his spandex top as she pulled him closer to her, her body undulating against his. "Harder," she whispered, "I can take it."

He grinned, his lips brushing against hers, and he gave her what she asked for. He fucked her harder, his cock slamming in and out of her body, her body shaking against his. The way her body quivered with every thrust was addictive, and he wanted more.

She moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back as he fucked her, her pussy tightening around his cock. It wasn't enough to make him cum, but he could tell she was close again. He didn't want to cum until he was sure she'd found her release again.

Homelander shifted his body slightly, his cock angling upwards as he thrust inside of her. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening as he hit the spot inside of her that made her whole body tremble.

"God," Starlight moaned, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "God, right there." He continued to hit that spot with every thrust, his cock driving in and out of her body, her pussy tightening around him. Her nails dug into his super suit, her body shaking against his, her legs tightening around his waist. He was fucking her harder now, his cock hammering in and out of her.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer, her body trembling around him, her pussy clenching around his cock, her nails digging into his top. He could feel himself losing control, his hips plunging hard into her over and over, his cock driving inside of her; the way she started to tighten around his cock made his balls tighten.

He could hear her moaning, her breath gasping as she took his cock, her body shaking against his as he fucked her. Her body was trembling with pleasure; she was close to coming; he could feel it in the way her body tensed up against his. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she panted through the pleasure.

Homelander was intent on fucking her through the metal wall of the elevator with how hard his hips were snapping. His cock was buried inside her body. He was fucking her like a man possessed like he couldn't get enough of her. His lips brushed against her ear, his teeth scraping against her earlobe as he fucked her.

"Come for me," he whispered, his cock slamming in and out of her body. "Come for me, baby." Her body tensed up, her pussy clenching around his cock, her nails digging, ripping through the spandex. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.

He didn't stop, his hips still moving hard into hers as she came. He wanted to feel her clenching around his cock, wanted to feel her come all over his cock. His breath came out in ragged gasps, his own pleasure building in his balls. He would come any second now; he could feel it but didn't want to.

He wanted to feel her cum again.

Homelander redoubled his movements and fucked her harder, his hips colliding into hers, his cock filling her body, his balls slapping against her ass. His lips found hers, kissing her, his tongue filling her mouth, his hand holding her neck as he fucked her.

"Come for me again," he whispered, his voice breathless, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.

Starlight's body tensed up, her pussy clenching around his cock. Her body shuddered with the force of her orgasm, her breath coming out in irregular gasps. He felt how tight she clenched around his cock. He was so close to coming, his balls aching.

Homelander's pleasure building in his balls, his body tensing up, his hips slamming into hers. He came deep inside of her, his cock spurting rope after rope of cum inside her body. His hips slammed into hers one last time before he pulled out, his cock slipping from her body. Her legs shook as they released her, holding herself up against the wall of the elevator.

Homelander's breathing was ragged and uneven, his body heaving with exertion. His eyes were dark and dangerous as he looked at Starlight, his hands still gripping her hips, keeping her pinned against the wall. "That was..." he stated, thick with awe. "That was... something."

Starlight shook all over; gasping for breath, her chest heaved. She was haggard, her eyes half-closed, and her hair a disheveled mass of sweat and curls. "Yeah," she croaked, still a little hoarse from all her moaning. "Yeah, it was…"

Homelander let her slip to the floor, her legs spread out akimbo style, and his gaze wandered over her body, taking in the sight of her, completely spent and exhausted. "Well..." he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You weren't lying…"

Homelander grabbed his gloves from across the elevator in the railing and released the emergency stop; he glanced over her bare body.

Starlight's eyes popped open as she heard the emergency stop release. Lost in the moment, she had forgotten all about where they were. She grasped for her super suit, trying to hide the fact that she was naked, but Homelander caught her eyes before she could blush.

Homelander scanned her body, his eyes flickering up and down her nude frame, once more, "You should cover up..."

[starlanderdaily]

glowing eyes - pt. one, two HOMELANDER AND STARLIGHT the boys (2019-). 2.04 & 3.04

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

One doesn't choose to be a Starlander shipper, the parallels force you to ship it.

[snekyson]

the thought process into the creation of Homelight

[suziesybil]

hashtag homelight

[1thelordd]

Just feeding my obsession.

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