#hom3land3r

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

James felt John's breath slow and his body relax even more in his arms, and he allowed himself to indulge in the quiet moment. The weight of the world that had been pressing on both of them felt just a little lighter now. The love they shared wrapped around them like a blanket, keeping the cold and the darkness at bay. He could feel John's heartbeat against him, steady and trusting, as his fingers gently brushed through the soft hair, grounding them both.

When John whispered those words, "I love you," His heart, though dead and cold for centuries, stirred at the sincerity in those words. The rawness of them. He knew, without a shadow of doubt, that he was loved. Not for what he had been, or what he could do, but for who he was. For the vampire who had been broken, like John, and still had the strength to heal.

"I love you too," James whispered back, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. He brushed a soft kiss across John's temple, his thumb tracing gentle circles on his lover's shoulder. "And there's no me any longer without you, either. You've made me whole in ways I never thought possible."

The words felt more like a promise than an acknowledgment. He had no intention of ever leaving John. Not now, not ever.

Then, with a small smile, James began to sing again, his voice taking on the same soothing rhythm, but with a deeper pull to it, as if pulling both of them back to a place of tranquility—like the distant sound of waves crashing on the shore, the wind against a sail.

The bell has been raised From its watery grave Do you hear its sepulchral tone? We are a call to all Pay heed the squall And turn your sail toward home Yo, ho, all together Hoist the colours high Heave ho, thieves and beggars Never shall we die

His voice wove the scene in their minds, taking them to a far-off horizon where the storm had passed, where only the calm of the sea remained. The sound of the wind in the sails, the whispers of the ocean’s waves as they rolled in rhythm, as if nature itself had decided to ease their troubles.

The song faded as James held John, letting the silence linger for a moment. He pulled back just enough to meet John's gaze, his eyes tender as ever.

"How about we take the edge off a little more?" he asked, his voice low and gentle, yet filled with that same quiet strength. " Shall I draw us a bath, warm and soothing. Just us... and peace. What do you say?"

His fingers brushed along John's jaw, as if offering comfort through the mere touch. He wasn’t asking for anything more than to be close, to continue to share that space of safety and love. He just wanted to ease John’s mind,

It was James’ turn to be the strong one. Despite both of them bearing their wounds to one another, James was the stronger of them both when it came to this sort of thing. John was used to hiding it, locking it all away in a room in the back of his mind, never to be opened. But when it did, it shook him to his core, the scars fresh even after all this time.

Yet they were starting to heal, slowly, a bit at a time. And it was all thanks to James. The Supe sought comfort, and was given it tenfold. He clung to the vampire, his rock, his everything. The one person who truly did know everything there was to know about him. There were no secrets. Not anymore. And still…James stayed. Still, he loved. And that meant everything to John.

He nuzzled in, buried against that cool neck as tried to calm back down. His ears instantly perked as he heard James sing, his voice soothing. Relaxing. John had heard James sing before and loved it whenever he did, but he especially loved it now. It’s what he needed in this moment, almost like James knew. …Well, of course he did. However, it didn’t make it any less special nor meaningful. No one ever sang for John growing up. He was shook the first time James did it. But now…now he felt the stress and anxiety ebb, felt himself ease and relax and melt into his lover.

His eyes closed as he focused on this moment, here and now. Focused on the comforting whisper of James’ voice, his light in the dark. He’d truly found his home, his forever home within the vampire, and he’d never ever let that go. John remained silent, yet had been hooked on every word sung. He curled up and around his lover, just needing and wanting to hold on. He wanted to provide comfort as well, wanted James to know how much he was loved. Wanted. Needed. How devoted John was to him. And how they were both a promise to each other, that their pasts would stay there and never be repeated.

“I love you.” John finally broke his silence with barely a whisper. He’d relaxed once more, breathing steady and calm washing over him. Nothing more needed to be said about their pasts. They knew all. It would hopefully give them both some closure, enough to move on. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. There’s no me without you.” He muttered, the confidence and arrogance stripped away as John lay bare for James to see.

[manyimaginativemuses]

There was a thud, and not a delicate one either. Homelander landed in front of Lestat’s lair, part of him hating himself for even wanting to willingly confide in the leech. However, this was of the utmost importance and he wanted all eyes and ears on the city and beyond. No matter who they belonged to.

A bloodied gloved fist knocked on the door as the Supe stood, head to toe drenched in blood. Both old and new. This would be the first break he’d taken since his hunt began. He hadn’t stopped to eat nor sleep…or bathe. All meaningless tasks.

Lestat would be greeted with dangerously dark eyes and a set jaw. Homelander meant business and he wasn’t in the mood for any tricks or jokes. For all intents and purposes, he was dead inside with his reason for existence being taken from him.

[ @hom3land3r ]

@hom3land3r

Lestat and Stacee had been relaxing on the bus, with Lestat halfway through writing a new song, when he heard a slamming knock on the door.

“What the fuck?” Stacee said, shooting upright to answer the loud banging. When he opened the door, he was face to face with a bloody, exhausted, and angry Homelander.

“Who the fuck are you? I’m not interested in donating to the Neo-Nazi of America fund if that’s why you’re here.” Stacee said bluntly. Unless Gazelle had told Homelander about her husband, the man standing before Homelander looked like an identical copy of Lestat, albeit brunette, covered in tattoos, and with a far worse attitude than Lestat. He also wore a black leather vest with matching pants.

“Stacee who’s at the door?” Lestat called.

“Some cosplay weirdo who’s wearing an American flag as a cape.” Stacee replied and Lestat snorted a laugh.

“Tell him to fuck off, I’m not interested in dealing with his nonsense today.” Lestat said and Stacee turned with a fanged smile.

“You heard him. Fuck off.”

[mages-pandoras-box]

Building Blocks

Starter for @hom3land3r

Months. It has been months since Ryan has talked to his biological father. Months since their 'human vs supe' argument and months since Ryan started giving John the cold shoulder.

Ryan still had his apartment in Vought Tower and slept there often. But he never went out of his way to see John. He tolerated the supe's presence if necessary - through his mask.

Then John's powers got stolen, and the man who did it wreaked havoc on the city in Homelander's name. Ryan confronted John about it and ended up punching him in the face, breaking his nose, when he didn't believe John's words.

It had been a few days, James had bitten Ryan's face off, and the teen had agreed to help in the relentless pursuit of the lunatic who'd taken Homelander's powers. The man was a slippery target, always one step ahead, making the chase both thrilling and frustrating. Ryan, taking a break from the hunt, walks to John's apartment and knocks. He wanted to apologize, even if John didn't blame him. He owed the man several apologies.

"John? It's Ryan! I think we need to talk,"

[awkwardcourage]

A whole host of emotions stirred up at being told that he was one of the few that Homelander trusted. Revulsion was chief among them. It was also annoying because of course Homelander could trust Hughie. What could Hughie possibly do to hurt him in any way? He had been helpless from the start. Nothing had changed that.

"I can't kill you," Hughie snarled, though his voice stayed quiet enough to not rouse James. "If there was any way to get rid of you, I'd do it, but there isn't. There wasn't before and there isn't now." Hughie's head sunk with a sigh. "I'm still useless."

Homelander didn’t say anything as he was called a monster for the…hundredth time now. He accepted it when it came from Hughie. What he’d done to the kid was arguably the worst thing he’d ever done. Still, that wouldn’t stop him taking responsibility, whether Hughie wanted him to or not.

“I never used to. After all that happened with Vought…Edgar…Madelyn, I didn’t trust anyone. But things have changed. I’ve changed. James will always be the one I trust most, but you’re also included in that.” Homelander admitted before letting out a sigh. “Look, you could try and kill me at any point, but the fact you haven’t and the fact that you’re here right now? I’d say I’ve placed my faith well.”

[unsungabsurdity]

@hom3land3r

"It's uh- for research? I was asked to get it, not told what it was for." She presses her lips together in a thin line. The two higher ranking scientists seemed surprised when she offered to gather the sample, she's starting to understand why. She only offered to 'take the initiative', seem like a 'go-getter' in front of her new boss.

"I do, actually." She huffs a strained laugh, fumbling with the clip on her collar to offer her badge. "I started last week...You-uh might know my mom? Pam? She's the head of bio-research."

[mori-the-childrens-entertainer]

Homelander decided to drop by and check in on the kid…for absolutely no particular reason. He knocked on Mori’s door.

“Mori? It’s Homelander.”

- H🇺🇸 ( @hom3land3r )

The door opens and Mori peeks out with a sweet smile that pulled at his cheeks.

“Hm? Hullo, Homelander!” He grins, tail instinctually wagging at the sight of his idol/familial figure.

[collateraldamage-old]

This is my life, but it's yelling at @hom3land3r to get the fuck out of the fridge.

The milk you DIDN'T FIND THERE isn't going to magically reappear until I go to the STORE stop OPENING THE DOOR.

[awkwardcourage]

semi-plotted starter | @hom3land3r

"If you can't kill the father, then you may as well kill the son."

Hughie thought he'd died. It had certainly felt like dying at the time, but now he knew better. This was what dying truly was. Molten fire being poured through his veins, needles pricked every inch of his skin. The first death had practically been descent into slumber. This death was being covered in gasoline and set ablaze.

A constant scream ripped out of Hughie's throat and echoed inside of his head. His ears rang. Everything was so sensitive. He could hear his blood rushing through his body, he could hear everything and when he opened his eyes, he was blinded. The world had never been so bright.

At some point, his eyes find Homelander. He still writhed, body contorting with agony, but his eyes stayed locked on Homelander. "What... did... you... DO?!"

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

James held John tightly, his arms wrapped around the man who, despite his strength and power, was so achingly fragile in this moment. He pressed his lips softly against the golden hair that now rested against his neck, feeling John’s breaths steady against him, slower and more even now. The tide of pain had ebbed, leaving in its place a fragile calm.

There was a song, an old one, that had always lingered in James’s mind. It was from a time long before his vampiric existence—a time when he still had the sea under his feet and the wind in his hair. Its words had carried him through many storms, both external and within his soul. Now, it rose unbidden to his lips, a melody from a different life but one that still spoke of resilience and unity.

James began to hum softly, his voice low and rich, a soothing vibration against John’s ear. The tune was weathered, ancient, and carried the weight of countless voices before his.

The king and his men Stole the queen from her bed, And bound her in her bones...

He paused, his hand moving gently along John’s back, grounding them both in the moment. Then, quieter still, he sang the chorus, his voice a whisper yet steady and clear.

"Yo, ho.. haul together.. Hoist the colours high, Heave ho, thieves and beggars, Never shall we die."

The words hung in the air, a promise of defiance against the darkness, a declaration that no matter what storms they faced, they would endure. It seemed that once a pirate always a pirate and that song clung to him since.

As he sang, James closed his eyes, the memories of his pirate days blending with the warmth of John in his arms. He let the song carry them both, its strength a balm to their shared wounds. He could feel John relaxing further, melting against him, and he pressed a tender kiss to his lover's temple.

John immediately stiffened at the mention of letting James into his mind, letting him see the horrors of his past. Horrors that no one else knew about, horrors that he was ashamed of. It was back then when he lost himself, lost the little boy that he was and replaced it with The Homelander. That tough, outer shell protecting the vulnerable soul within.

He wanted to protest, wanted to run. Those memories were a torture to relive. And yet even without James’ power, John couldn’t and wouldn’t deny him. If anyone was to see, it would be him. The only one he’d dare share everything with, expose and open himself fully. And so, he willed himself to relax as he stared into those green eyes, allowing his mind to open and for James to explore those painful memories.

The vampire wasn’t spared either. He saw it all in a flash. The way John was treated, mocked, humiliated. Screams echoing and yet going unnoticed. The scorching burn of the oven as they tested his durability, gradually turning up the heat more and more despite the begging and pleas from inside. Just because he didn’t burn or bleed or cut or scar didn’t mean he was immune to the pain. He felt it all. He felt everything. John’s eyes filled with tears as they trickled down his cheeks, those memories feeling so fresh and new after sharing them with James.

But then his vision shifted, his memories disappearing and being replaced with others. It took him a moment to realise who he was seeing wasn’t him…but James. He witnessed what a horrible father Lawrence was, how James was also mistreated and abused and humiliated. He felt every strike and it made him flinch while he clung to his vampire lover. James’ upbringing was scarily similar to his own. Full of pain, blood and tears. It broke his heart to see such a sight, filled him with rage to know James had been treated in such a way. He wanted nothing more than to protect him, to make the vamp happy. To give him the life he never had but always deserved.

“N-…no. Don’t apologise I-…had no idea how bad it was for you.” John whispered, cheeks stained with tears as he held on. “I-…had no idea we were so alike growing up.” While he knew some of what happened to James, he didn’t know the extent of it until now. And while it hurt him, he was glad he knew. Glad they shared with one another. John felt a little better, a little lighter no longer having to carry the weight of his burden alone. That he found someone who understood. Truly understood.

James’ words of comfort were appreciated. John knew they were meant, and he felt stronger with the vamp by his side. “I’m sorry for what was done to you too. I promise to keep you safe. I won’t let anyone or anything harm you. And you’ll go to sleep each morning knowing how much you’re loved. How much you’re wanted. How much you matter.” John reassured his lover as he let his eyes close at the kiss, letting out steady breaths as he tried to relax and calm himself. It was a bittersweet moment between the two, both opening up about their most darkest time. However, there was no one else John would share those memories with. And showing them was far easier than speaking them aloud. He was grateful to James’ power for that.

Silence fell between them then, the pair holding one another. John didn’t want to let go any time soon. And then gradually, he felt lighter. Felt more complete, more at home as James shared more memories. Only this time, they were of the two of them together during their most intimate moments. Talking and laughing together, alone in the comfort of their shared bed, away from the world and everyone else. Memories that were filled with love, with joy and pure contentment. John’s heart quickened and fluttered as a sense of calm came over him.

John eased down to nuzzle against James’ neck as he held on, clinging to his lover as he did to these memories. As that soothing voice echoed in his mind, John felt even more at ease, those horrible memories of the past being pushed aside once more. /I’d be lost without you. You’re my second chance at life. A chance I never thought I’d get. As horrible as my past is, I’m grateful for it. Because it led me to you./

[hom3land3r]

Do you love the color of the sky?

[manyimaginativemuses]

@hom3land3r

If they wanted him to be a monster, he would BE a bloody monster. That flying fascist had taken the person he loved most in the world, so Lestat would take what Homelander loved the most. And from a cursory scan of his mind, Lestat determined that what Homelander loved the most was his teenage son, a young boy named Ryan. Luckily for Lestat, Homelander’s mind was an open book and he was easily able to figure out where Ryan lived.

And even more lucky for Lestat, Ryan had been outside playing with a drone when he first found him after the sun set. Despite being the son of a “superhero” Ryan was beyond trusting and naive. He fell for Lestat’s rocker aesthetic and his charm just like everyone else did. Ryan’s mind was also weak willed enough to be glamoured and manipulated so that he didn’t spill the beans that he and Lestat had been meeting. For over a month and a half Lestat charmed the boy, telling him stories of the past and hypnotizing him into finding the vampire life intriguing and fantastical. The boy loved horror comics and horror movies as it was, so it was very easy to convince him that being a vampire was wonderful and something to want to become.

Of course he didn’t tell him the insanity that being an immortal child would come with though. He already saw that once with Claudia. However he cared for Claudia, Ryan was just a means to an end. And if this meant his own end, Lestat honestly didn’t even care anymore. His heart had been broken too many times over at this point and he was feeling reckless.

And this recklessness was exactly why when Ryan asked to be made a vampire too, Lestat wholeheartedly obliged. After all, he refused to turn someone without consent, but what’s a little manipulation to get said consent to a broken vampire like Lestat?

The night he turned Ryan, he took him from the safety of his home and brought him onto the streets to feed. The boy was ravenous just like Claudia had been, but his superhuman abilities were enhanced even further by his full vampiric transformation. Hell, his transformation hadn’t even been that bad due to his superhuman genetics, he hadn’t even felt too much pain when he died. Ryan was overjoyed by his new experiences and Lestat was ecstatic to have FINALLY won. Ryan was HIS son now, Homelander could have James.

So when he and Ryan were out feeding that night and he heard the whoosh of a superhero landing, a massive smile crossed Lestat’s face.

“Ryan, I think your father is here.” Lestat purred.

[redchikittymeow]

Watching Homelander and Jame's interactions always puts a smile on my face thank you too you both

[jethrowest]

@hom3land3r

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Homelander’s snark made the corner of Eva’s mouth twitch into a private smirk. As soon as it came, however, it was gone, transforming into a forced smile that showed off her pearly whites. Her pointed gaze skimmed the crowd, giving at least a few lucky fans the belief that she locked eyes with them.

“Smiling and lookin’ pretty, eh? Being told what to wear, how t’pose. It’s not as if that’s your whole thing or anything,” she teased. She bent over to personally wave at a man nearest them wearing a Toxic Rose shirt, ending the gesture with a cheeky wink.

“On second thought,” Eva began again, knowing full well that she was pressing her luck. “I’d be a-” Also knowing full well that Homelander could hear her no matter the noise or where she stood, angled herself close to his ear regardless.

“- pornstar.”

Going back to ogling the spectators, she persisted, “Got the gloves already.” She bent her elbow and wriggled her fingers about for dramatic effect. “Always protected.”

[mori-the-childrens-entertainer]

ooc / out of collar

two frames of the lil animatic im working on for new years

characters: @ferretoftrouble, @ashortdropandasuddenstop(James), @hom3land3r, and @spooky-and-azazel

(don't mind homelander's tit this is still a rlly rough draft--)

[bossbitchfoxy]

"To be fair, @hom3land3r is quite good looking though. Still, I will not give in to him that easily."

[everrlastingheart]

@hom3land3r

it's been years no decades since the former old school supe was last seen. Vought has kept her imprisoned banned and drugged from ever seeing her son. Everlasting never thought she would see the day of her golden boy all grown up in the flesh. Standing few feet away from her.

"John..?" she whispered