Homelander’s son had been missing for a year, the people didn’t know, vought covered it up by saying he just didn’t like being in the public, or he was on yet another secret mission overseas.

the people at vought assumed he had left and was planning some sort of attack against them, why else would he leave, when his life was “perfect”?

But ryan was really just tired, of everything, of being a superhero, the homelander’s son, the one that could beat homelander and save the world if he put his mind to it.

in a small town in a foreign country, far away and safe for the most part, the trail had gone cold long ago, ryan met you, you weren’t that far in age, and you took him in with your small family.

it was just you and your mother, you opened up to him after a few months that you never knew your father, he abandoned you and your mother when she was pregnant, he felt a tug at his heartstrings, reminding himself of his own childhood.

he didn’t tell you about his powers for awhile either, one late night when he couldn’t sleep, finding himself in your bedroom where you laid awake, his heart beat rapidly, but he didn’t know if it was because of what he was about to tell you, or the proximity between the two of you.