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The tower had taken on an entirely different atmosphere after other night’s events. It was cold as ice. For once, Vought staff kept their distance for another reason. A reason that they knew all too well.

Homelander was pissed.

And this time, James wouldn’t be able to soothe nor calm the storm as easily given that he was the cause.

The Supe hadn’t seen the vampire since that night. James had come home to an empty penthouse while Homelander left to…clear his mind. He contemplated how best to handle this situation, and chose to summon James to the meeting room the following evening.

There, Homelander stood still as a statue. His posture perfect. Back straight, shoulders back. Head held high.He gazed out the large window, the setting sun creating a gorgeous orange glow. He didn’t even turn when James entered. He didn’t need to look, didn’t need any confirmation to know the vampire was behind him. The bond always made it very clear where either of them was at any given time.

As James spoke, Homelander remained still. Ice cold. His aura was suffocating, threatening. Dangerous. James had seen this side of Homelander before countless times, poor souls quivering under that terrifying presence. And now it was James’ turn.

“Am I a joke to you?” He finally broke his silence with a firm question. Still, he didn’t turn. He let the moment hang before he spoke again. “Do you think I’m weak? Incapable?” Finally, he turned round to stare James down. His features were eerily calm, like giving a false sense of security. Of course, James would know better. This wasn’t a cat and mouse game. There was no game when the mouse had already been caught.

Breaking Toys

“Surprised you wanted to see me here…” James’ voice carried the faintest hesitation through the seven meeting hall, staring at Homelander's back, uncertainty tucked beneath his usual refinement. He lingered a step inside, green eyes catching the light before dipping away, unwilling to challenge Homelander’s gaze too soon.

“I thought, after… my lapse in control, you might prefer I keep my distance.” His jaw tightened—the vivid memory of fangs bared, of Butcher’s throat nearly torn open before Homelander’s will had dragged him back from the brink. His hands folded neatly behind his back as if discipline could conceal the shame edging his words. For all his centuries of poise, James seemed oddly human now—aware of the line he had crossed, the blood he had nearly drained, and the consequences that would follow.

The silence between them was almost unbearable. “But if you would have me answer for it… then I will.” The words carried both resignation and resolve, his chin lifting a fraction, though the flicker of unease in his gaze betrayed how much the verdict mattered. "D-darling? Speak to me.. please.."

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Homelander tried to stand his ground, tried to fight back. As did Mirrorlander. Both of them tried to prevent Malachai from taking over once more. However, it was all in vain. Now that he’d pissed off the elder vampire, he was getting all that power. All that crushing, suffocating, tightening around his mind. The fire within him was slowly fading and close to burning out.

However, when James fell to the ground, Homelander focused his gaze on his lover. He wanted nothing more than to rush over, grab him and leave. It broke him to see James so frozen, unable to move or speak. And yet he felt it. Deep down, within his very soul, he felt the echos of his beloved. He knew James was trying to communicate in as best of a way as he could. It was a moment that lasted no more than a few seconds, but it was theirs as Homelander fed back through the bond. Lending strength, protection, devotion. He poured as much as he could through before Malachai got up close and Homelander shifted his gaze.

The challenge only made his eyes flicker all the more. Mirrorlander was pissed and wanted to claw and bite and snarl and tear…yet couldn’t. Neither of them could as they were pulled back under. Homelander grit his teeth trying to fight it, but his vampiric abilities simply weren’t strong enough. Soon he fell back under that thrall and stood there motionless and unresponsive. Even as Malachai filled the silence with more threats, the hybrid couldn’t move. Even as the elder was handed over the dagger, the one thing that would be able to piece his skin, Homelander didn’t budge. He was simply a sitting duck, an open and easy target for Malachai to get exactly what he wanted.

The faintest of grunts left the blonde as he was stabbed. He felt the pain, the sudden shock, felt his body tense around the blade. It burned, like his insides were on fire. It was like being in the oven all over again and yet somehow worse. Blood was quick to seep around the blade and more would trickle once it was pulled out. However Malachai would discover that while Homelander was now weak to silver, he could withstand it longer than other vampires. It also didn’t stop him from healing. The moment the blade would be removed, Homelander’s wound would heal completely within a matter of seconds.

Making him the perfect little toy.

Only when James broke the silence was Homelander able to move. He felt the shackles around his mind loosen, he felt his senses come back to him, the fog clear…and the rage settle in. He was humiliated. He was no one’s toy, no one’s puppet. He certainly wasn’t going to bow to Malachai’s whims. He’d fight, whatever it took. However long. He wasn’t going to let the elder away with this and neither was James.

He heard his lover’s voice, the growl of declaration that he didn’t belong to Malachai. Neither of them did. Neither of them ever would. Their bond was strong even now, fighting for their survival just as they were. This incident wasn’t enough to snuff it out. Nothing was.

The more Malachai focused on James, the clearer Homelander’s mind became. The slap to his beloved was the final straw as he got to his feet, shrugging off the rubble as he stood tall and proud despite everything. His eyes glowed red with fury as he growled. “If you want blood, you have to earn it. And not by cheating either.” He knew he wouldn’t have much time before he was pulled back under the thrall. However, he moved quickly, quicker than the guards expected and made short work of them via a mix of lasers and his bare hands. The guards were torn to shreds and left at Malachai’s feet.

Homelander walked right up to him and stared him in the eye. “Having the upper hand is only temporary. The longer you drag this out, the worse it’ll be for you. I’ll give you one chance to let us go. We leave and never return, and that’ll be that.” His tone was serious yet cold as ice. It was event both John and Mirrorlander were present. “If you insist on continuing with your little tests and experiments, mark my words Malachai, we will have our revenge and burn this entire place to the fucking ground.”

For good measure, Homelander lasered off the heads of the guards holding James, wanting to cause as much chaos as possible while he still could. He knew he’d be unable to take down Malachai alone which is why he didn’t even try. But if he could instil just a little fear, a little doubt into the elder, plans the seed���perhaps that’s all it would take to keep Malachai distracted.

“You want to experiment on me? Torture me? Fine. It’s nothing I haven’t been through before. But you will leave James out of this. Raise a hand to him again and I will tear off each finger on both of your hands one by one.” While Homelander panicked before, he was well past that now. He was determined to get him and James out of there. Not only that, he was going to get them their revenge. Malachai would pay for this one way or another. He held the elders gaze in challenge, wanting the vampire rom to understand who he’d messed with. Course, Homelander knew all he’d said would be laughed off, but even if it was enough for Malachai to dwell on and think about, it would be the start of his downfall.

“So. How about you cheat and thrall me again? Cause we both know that’s the only way you’d ever make me bleed.” He hissed, baring his own fangs. Homelander hoped that he’d helped James even just a little. This was the game they had to play, to divide Malachai’s focus and attention between the two of them. Even if James became aware of the fight within Homelander, even if he just knew he wasn’t giving up and was willing to go toe to toe with an elder to save them, that would be enough for now. Anything to put a crack in Malachai’s armour.

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(Bit of a lore question, if you don't mind lol.) What was your reaction to Ryan going off grid? Did you try to find him? Or let him be?

Course I tried to find him. I was worried. I knew nothing could happen to him, but I was still concerned. I spent days and nights looking as well as tried calling. Eventually I made contact with William Butcher. All I wanted to know was that he was safe and okay. After that, I left him be and figured he’d make contact when he was ready.

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Homelander why are you so fine?

So you have someone to look up to and worship.

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Mr. Homelander i want to bite you but like not in a mean way more so in a i love you so much and wish to consume you type of way

I get that a lot. I’m pretty much a certain vampire’s personal chew toy.

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sending you a package! (glitter bomb)

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sometimes when u smile u genuinely look like a skin walker,tone it down

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You make me happy Homelander :3

As I should. Glad to hear that, pal.

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Do you fuck hard ?

Ask @ashortdropandasuddenstop

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Could u live with the love of your life if they were a hoarder

Considering my other half hoards anything and everything that has my face on it, absolutely.

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What would you do if you found out you had a little sibling? How would you feel?

I think having another me walking around would be quite interesting. Course, I’d be the better sibling.

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(this blog is amazing im giggling i love you homelander rp blog admin)

// ✌️💙

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Always for you.

You and the one behind the cape mean a lot to me <3

🐁

Likewise, little mouse.

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i hate you :/

You’ll be getting eradicated first next time I need to let off a little steam.

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Seems like you could use some hugs and a few kisses.

And the ankles of your enemies savagely bitten through.

Along with some wires.

🐁

Always looking out for me aren’t you, little mouse? Some hugs and kisses are always welcome from you, as well as your continued support.

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From one Homelander to another, what's your opinion on Billy Butcher. I personally find it funny how he thinks he can defeat me.

I too find it hilarious. Second only to that ridiculous accent of his.

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you annoy me. but you’re very attractive 🫤 please stop it.

Nope.

Love the username by the way, yummersdotcom.