#Homelander

[citrussmoke]

i jsut remembered i never posted this LOL. homewesker

[ninaskylight]

My sexy evil prick! 😫😍

A collection of Homelander GIFs where he does that rapid blinking thing whenever he gets confused or flustered. Genuinely one of my favourite little eccentricities of his, I wonder if he's even aware that he does it. >w>

[sxletters]

[taxidermalme]

I drew this two months ago why did I kinda ate

[snekysonjr]

[ninaskylight]

Kawaii desu ne...💘💞

The boys cards 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖

[hoodlander]

^

The cup Butcher gives to Homelander when he stops over for tea.

[tectoniccyborg]

Does anyone know any reliable shaker charm manufacturers that aren’t extortionate 😭

[ninaskylight]

Ugh....the arrogance...Homie makes evil looked soo good! 🥵

Sassy King 💁‍♂️

[eternallyordinary]

"He Belongs to You" - Part 21

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Series Masterlist<3

Summary: A vow is made, a line is crossed, and the search tightens—no one will escape untouched.

Warnings: violence, language, possessive love, death, trauma, kidnapping, mental illness, blood, grapic details

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Ashley’s phone rings.

She’s in the back of a black Vought SUV, halfway through a bottle of antacids and an iced coffee that’s already gone warm, scrolling through tomorrow’s media schedule. Another charity gala. Another staged crime scene. Another 5 a.m. interview for a supe who can’t form a sentence without threatening a cameraman.

The screen lights up.

HOMELANDER

Her breath catches. He never calls. Not unless something’s wrong. She answers immediately, voice tight but composed.

“Hi—”

“I need you at the convention center. Now.”

Her stomach drops.

“Is everything alright?”

A long pause.

Then—

“No.”

Click.

The call ends.

Ashley’s hands are already shaking as she throws her tablet aside and barks at the driver to turn around. She doesn’t know what she’s walking into. But whatever it is… she knows she has to clean it up.

—

The mess is everywhere.

Not just the blood on the floor.

Not just the crater Homelander kicked through the steel door. Like it was cardboard.

Ashley stands in the center of what can only be described as the aftermath of carnage.

The air still carries the weight of violence, thick with the ghost of screams and scorched flesh. The walls are scorched. The floor is stained. And yet here she is—heels planted in the blood-soaked carpet, trying to make sense of a massacre no PR spin could ever clean.

A white-noise generator hums in the corner. The smell of ozone and scorched plastic still hangs in the air. There's dried blood on the ceiling.

She’s surrounded by a sea of assistants, PR crisis managers, legal counsel, and an actual Pentagon liaison who won’t stop asking to “speak to Homelander.”

“He’s not available!” Ashley snaps for the third time.

She presses her earpiece.

“I don’t give a fuck if the NSA wants to flag it. Tell them it’s a fucking Vought energy weapons test gone wrong. Blame it on Black Noir. Just do your fucking job!"

She turns back to the man from the White House. He looks pale.

“We’ve already deactivated all press badges that were active that night. Anyone who steps forward gets sued for libel before they can say the word ‘Homelander.’ Are we clear?”

The man just nods. What else can he do?

The President has called her personally. Twice. And Ashley has had to spin the same story—over and over again.

It was a glitch.

A test gone wrong.

A private altercation involving a rogue foreign operative who has since been dealt with.

It’s all bullshit.

And everyone knows it.

But no one dares say it out loud.

Because if the public finds out that a member of The Seven has vanished without a trace, and that Homelander killed federal agents in the aftermath…

That’s not just bad optics.

That’s nuclear.

Ashley watches men in hazmat suits carry out a body bag—what’s left of the agent Homelander punched through the chest. She sighs, rubs her temples, and mutters to herself.

“At this point, I need a priest, not a PR team.”

—

10 Days Later

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Ten days since you disappeared without a trace.

Ten days since your phone was found shattered, your bag abandoned, your name erased from the itinerary of the event you never made it to.

Ten days since Homelander lasered through federal agents inside a private safe room—without warning.

No one dares speak your name in the halls. Not even in whispers.

Because if he hears it…

God, help whoever says it wrong.

Meanwhile, The Seven are restless.

They’ve been instructed to keep appearances up—press junkets, morning show appearances, and two staged crime scene clean-ups—but there’s an unspoken tension in the air.

They feel his absence.

When Homelander’s in the room, you know where the danger is. But when he’s not…

It's like waiting for lightening to strike.

Sage sits with A-Train and The Deep in the Vought Tower breakroom, though the word break feels like a joke at this point.

The overhead lights buzz faintly, too bright against the sterile white tile. A-Train is hunched over a protein shake he hasn’t touched. The Deep picks at a bowl of cold cereal like it’s the last meal he’ll ever eat. No one speaks for a long time.

The room is too quiet—too still—for a space usually filled with banter, gossip, and casual ego-stroking. But ever since you went missing, everything’s shifted.

The Seven aren’t acting like gods anymore. They’re acting like people trapped in a building with something that could explode at any second. A ticking time bomb in the form of a man.

Sage finally breaks the silence.

“He’s unraveling.”

A-Train doesn’t look up. “Yeah, no shit.”

“He hasn’t said the bitches name once,” The Deep mutters. “Not out loud.”

“Because if he says it,” Sage says, folding her arms, “it’ll make it real.”

A beat passes.

A-Train shifts uncomfortably. “I heard he raided a remote airstrip in Alaska because someone mentioned a Vought transport went off radar near there. Killed the entire crew. They didn’t even know who she was…”

Silence.

Then—

“I think she's dead.” The Deep blurts, tone low, unsure if he even means it.

The door creaks.

And suddenly—he’s there.

Homelander.

He stands in the doorway, silent, unmoving.

His shadow cuts across the linoleum. His suit is wrinkled, stained. His eyes—bloodshot and rimmed with something that might be exhaustion or something much worse.

The Deep freezes.

Everyone does.

Sage is the first to recover, pushing off the counter, trying to look like she wasn’t just part of that conversation.

Homelander takes a single step into the room.

“What did you say?”

His voice is calm. The kind of calm that burns.

The Deep's mouth opens and closes like he’s forgotten how to speak.

“I didn’t—I mean, I wasn’t saying—”

“Say it again,” Homelander says, voice now dropping into something colder.

“I—I just—”

He walks forward slowly, each step deliberate, the room shrinking around them with every movement.

“Go ahead. Say it. Say she's dead.”

The Deep swallows hard, glancing toward the others like they might bail him out. No one does.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he mutters. “I just meant… it’s been a while. No sign. It’s looking…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence.

Homelander stands directly in front of him now, staring him down like he’s nothing more than dust.

“She’s not dead,” Homelander says softly. "But if she dies..."

He leans in, barely whispering now.

“You’ll all be dead, too.”

And just like that—he turns and walks out. The door swings shut behind him, echoing in the silence he leaves behind.

And no one says a word. They just look at each other.

Little do they know, you're somewhere out there…

Alive, but barely.

You don’t know how long you’ve been chained. The basement is cold. Quiet. Timeless.

And the man watching you—Eli’s brother, Andrew—talks to ghosts. Talks to his dead brother like he’s sitting right next to him, asking for advice.

He feeds you sometimes. Talks to you like you’re a doll. Other times, he disappears for hours, muttering about “setting the scene.”

You're not sure what that means. But it doesn't sound good.

Meanwhile, Homelander finds himself tearing through another abandoned facility, walls echoing with screams that don't last long.

Still no trace, but he won’t stop. And when he finds you—when he finally brings you home—he makes himself a promise: he’ll never, ever let you out of his sight again. Not for a second. Not for anything.

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tags: @raginginkedslut @lilyalone @naty-1001 @helreyy @emily048

[awesomesockes]

Digital drawing of Homelander!

Instagram | Redbubble

[proxissima]

Season 1 of The Boys was peak because we got the most powerful guy on the planet having genuine beef with a literal baby

[ninaskylight]

Aww poor Homie 😫😪

A GIF collection of when Homelander gets bullied by Mirrorlander. Literally one of his best scenes, he just completely reverts back to being a scared little child when his "adult" self is scolding him.

[sxletters]

[snekysonjr]

Wip. For a commision.