#🌹 — homelander ( muse )

[supegods]

tears roll down his cheeks, body trembling with fear, breaths drawn and leaving him at a rapid pace, as he lies in front of castiel's feet, curled up into a ball, as the heat rises, rises, rises, and then... huge wings sprout from castiel's back, only to tuck around him, encompassing him, shielding him from the heat, the flames that had engulfed castiel's hands a moment ago, extinguished the moment the wings were around him.

still trembling, the boy finds the courage to peek his head up slightly from where he's lying, swallowing nervously, opening his eyes back up slowly. and just as catiel promised, it didn't hurt. in fact, he didn't feel the heat at all! nor could he see the hot glowing rods anymore. carefully, as if afraid the shield will disappear, he shifts to sit up close against castiel, knees pulled up against him, and arms wrapping around himself for even further comfort, and for a moment, john just cries. cries from fear, but also relief now that castiel was there to protect him.

' ' cast- castiel? i'm scared... ' ' the boy admitted, his voice but a whisper now, as if afraid they'd hear. ' ' and y- you're not supposed to be here. they- they're going to be mad if they see you. they get scary when they're mad. ' '

                               IT'S NOT WORKING. John is too terrified of what's happening to focus on anything but the burning heating rods and how they're supposed to hurt him. It's like he's stuck in a loop, and Castiel has no idea how to get him out of there without majorly interfering with the dream, which, in turn, could hurt him even more. Fuck. Castiel doesn't use this type of crude language very often, but it's applicable right now.

"John," he tries to get through to the boy again when he falls to his knees and curls up in obvious distress. It hurts Castiel just to see him like this. He has to do something. But what?

                                Trying to shield him from the invisible force, Castiel crouches in front of John, thoughts racing. He can't change the dream, but he can change himself — and since it's not reality, those aren't really his wings, and their divine light can't burn John's eyes out of their sockets. So Castiel focuses his energy on showing John the dream equivalent of his true form, mighty wings, bird-like, in gray with bits of emerald green and violet. They encompass John completely, blocking out the light of the heating rods. "I'm here, John. They can't hurt you anymore. Nothing gets through these wings, you see? You're safe here."

[gollldrush]

🍀✨🌼🌲🌹!!

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@exquisitexagony I fucking love you so much, and I love all the versions of sami you’ve created. I feel comfortable putting you here since technically this one isn’t a multi-muse LOL. Your writing, the way you love and care for Sami, the way you are so thoughtful when telling their story… all the little facts you spitball at me about them. How you stay true to their character no matter was situation xe is in. Also the Arthur version… I could go on and on about how much I love them and the ship between him and Leo :’) it's hard not to put you into every single one of these categories because i just adore you sm LOL

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am I allowed to recommend you, @tewwor?? Your writing and world-building… the details you give to all of your muses. The lore behind the marked??? Harborview??? SPEECHLESS. Your descriptions and headcanons and how positive and funny you are on the dash. like a breath of fresh air!! im so glad we get to write together and sdhbdsh always excited to see what characters you’re gonna come up with next!

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 oh god this is a tough one because there’s so many. can I recommend two?? @vitalphenomena and @bloodykneestm. I just absolutely love the way you two write and always stop to read your posts when they pop up/get so excited when i see replies from y'all! (imagine me waving pompoms because i'm big fans of you both)

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@wastrels! I know we haven’t written yet but I love seeing your headcanons for ren pop up on my dash / reading about them in general - challenges me to dig deeper into my own muses

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@homelander-rp-blog! you are so nice and supportive and i love seeing you write so many different versions of john and do them flawlessly!

[valistheanshield]

@blackmage-lulu sent :🌹 send ‘🌹’ to give roses to my muse for their reaction. || Accepting

"Roses?" Clive chirped with surprise, seeing the flowers that Lulu held out to him. Such a vibrant color, it was hard not to think about his homeland. Gingerly, he took the bunch from her, careful to not let the thorns prick either of them in the process. For a few moments, Clive simply stared at them, his face expressionless, before bringing them up towards his nose, those blue eyes of his closing as he breathed in deep. The floral scent was a welcome reprieve from the smoke and brimstone he had become accustomed to. It was hard not to believe his steps set fire to the very ground beneath them.

Opening his eyes, he looked to her with a slight smile upon his lips, dropping the flowers down from his face. "Thank you, My Lady." He looked, somber, his gaze dropping from hers to the flowers once more. "They remind me of home." Rosaria wasn't what it was, and perhaps it never would be again, but he was reminded of his childhood with the smell of roses.

[hes-the-muse]

REQUESTS: RED ROSES AU | Aquarium Date

Aquarium Date Pairing: Homelander x Female reader : RED ROSES AU Author: @theboysfanfic* Original post here. Requested by: @vought-thot

Warnings: 18+ only.

Words: 1.6k

SUMMARY: A date at the Aquarium with Homelander.

Notes: I opened requests to send scenarios for one of my main Homelander/John series. This one was requested to take place within the Red Roses AU. Maybe not as mundane as you wanted, but I hope you like it! I chose this one because it inspired me at the time. Let me know what you think. :) *TheBoysFanfic is still not showing in tags & none of my fics are visible in the Homelander/TheBoys tags. This sucks because the fics that were in the tags are no longer there, and my new fics won't show up at a time when we have S3! This is why I repost to he's-the-muse.

Credit: Dividers by @/firefly-graphics x. feedback/18+ banners by @/maysdigitalarts

MASTERLIST | RED ROSES SERIES MASTERLIST 🌹 Read Roses Part 1 here 

So I'm taking you to get some new clothes for our date, I look up at him with my hands on top of his shoulders.

‘No.’ he abruptly shakes his head with a thin lipped stare, ‘I only wear my suit, it's Vought, it's me. My wardrobe is provided for here, I don't need to waste time shopping.’

‘Your Vought approved suit is Homelander, it's not you, you're John. I want to see you dress like John. Like the real you.’

I slide my palms down his shoulders. His face changes to perplexed, then blank, then wide eyed. He steps back half an inch. ‘This one's gonna be a little out of your comfort zone, and you'll need to be relaxed and casual. You will be more comfortable being John. Get used to yourself.’ Crows feet appear around his eyes and his waterline waivers and turns a hint of pink. So subtle but I can tell. He steps back and puts his hands behind his back, steps away from me then walks out of the room. He didn't disagree, didn’t argue with me. But I still don't know if he will agree to go. Or how I will break the news to him of where we're going.

I come down to the Seven meeting room late one afternoon. I listen at the door. He tells me to come in. He's here alone, looking out of the window. ‘John -‘ He takes me in his arms when I reach him, pressing up against me, no part of me untouched. ‘How much out of my comfort zone?’ he says. ‘It's the aquarium.’ I feel his shoulders move. ‘Really?’ his voice is flat and dry. ‘Don't worry it won't even think of the Deep the whole time.’ I chuckle and turn to look over my shoulder, ‘I've planned something special. You gotta trust me.’ ‘Alright. But if for one minute I'm reminded if the Deep you'll have hell to pay.’ I spin round, I nip at his bottom lip give him a teasing look. 'Trust you won't even remember The Deep.’ I leave for home.

..

I lead John by the hand through the dimly lit hallways and halls of the aquarium. 'See,' I examine his face as he follows me, his arm out stretched towards mine, hands clasped together. 'It's not as bad as you thought is it? A little better than a school trip- oh I'm sorry I don't mean it like-' he squeezes my hand letting me know its OK. I lead the way and don't look back to check on him until later, when he's not looking. When his face is bathed in purples and blues and oranges, when the waves from the water tank are reflecting over his features and he's examining the sea life behind the glass walls. He doesn't hate it, so it's already a success. I hope he's OK, that my comment hasn't tainted the evening. We're in an enclosed room, dimmed and cosy, with a plaid blanket spread over the floor, with cushions and two glasses and a bottle of white wine. The whole spread is illuminated by a soft brightness from a giant water bowl in the centre of the room. The light filtering through the water, softly ebbing and flowing over the floor and all over mine and John's faces as we approach. I tug on the rich blue sleeve of his button up shirt, roll down the cuff towards his wrist and pull him by his waist towards me. ‘Did you do this?’ he says. ‘Yes. And, I have a surprise.’ His hair feels so nice as I smooth it back. His eyes are giving him away again. Just the tiniest touch of sadness that I'm good at detecting. But he's happy. Is he? ‘Come sit with me.’ I say. We sit and he pours us a drink. I watch his eyelids flickering down and the reflection of the light over his face. ‘You think you can try being John in public again?’ I softly paw at the buttons of his shirt and the belt loops on his jeans. ‘Being John with me, undercover?' I press my index finger into the hollow between his clavicle and look down his torso to his hips as I keep the questions going. He entangled his hands, linking his fingers behind my neck.

‘I think I can, I can try. For you.’ ‘I want you to try. I'd love for you to try. I know you can. And not only for my benefit.’ 'What's the benefit for me?' he says.

‘I want this for you, because I value you John, it will make you feel better, you need to separate yourself from Vought.’ ‘My whole life is Vought. They made me.’ He looks melancholy. ‘They used John for their own means, you can have your own future. You can build it yourself. They didn’t make you.’ I tell him. His hips turn, moving me with him. His hands tangle in my hair and he pulls me down with him. ‘How are you here with me?’ he whispers grasping my face. ‘I'm here because I can see you.’ I say. ‘See me?’ he asks and draws his face closer to mine. ‘I see you as John.’ His waterline might be turning pink again. In the watery flickers his eyes shimmer and he looks vulnerable. The warmth of his lips touches me and I'm toppling over onto the blanket. I giggle and push him back, sitting up. I undo the buttons of my dress, pull down the shoulders, and reach for his hand. He's watching me intently as I reach for his hand, placing it on my shoulder for him to pull down the top of my sun dress. He is surprises to reveal a one piece swimsuit. ‘So, Before anything gets too steamy I think I need to show you what I've planned for this evening.’

I step out of the dress, showing the full swimsuit, colour coded with my makeup. I back up to the glass water bowl, then step around it, hiding myself from his view. When I swing back round the bowl I have a ladder in hand, on rails from the top of the bowl. I climb up the ladder and perch on the edge, in starting position, legs dangling over the outside of the glass, facing John. ‘You haven't been lying to me about working with the Deep have you?’ ‘Don't be silly. Just as you have abilities, I have a little too.’ I blow him a kiss and fall backwards into the water. Gliding down to the bottom of the bowl, twisting and looping into different poses, towards the front of the glass, looking out towards him. I come back up to the surface, then l after one of my underwater twirls he stands up and walks towards the glass. I interact with him as he stands there, rising for air and dipping back underwater, touching the glass on the way back down, swishing my hair to plume out, turning to face him between moves, keeping my eyes open meeting his eyes, separated by water and glass. Every time I turn to lean on the glass, he's there even closer than he was. His expression not changing, quite flat, but I can read him better. I swim up and lean my arms on the edge, looking down at him watching me. 'So was this worth a trip to the aquarium?' 'It's not what I imagined.' he says. ‘But I just want you out.’ ‘Of course it's not!’ I tease, ‘So what do you think?’ I dive and wriggle my bum on the glass playfully, then returning to the surface. 'Are you sure you want me out just yet?'

I sense he's trying to compose himself. His Adam's apple moves in this throat visibly. The next ten minutes of my routine make John more uneasy and agitated. Every bump on the glass and every seductive teasing turn of the leg changes his expression from intrigued to hungry. He grabs the ladder and starts climbing. He grabs me out of the water and I kick my legs to stay afloat. ‘I really need you out now.’ ‘Oh do you? I say. ‘Undress me first and I'll come out.’ I stare him down with a sparkle in my eye until he peels the straps off my shoulders, me holding onto the edge in front of him. His hands travel underwater over the sides of my waist and hips, pulling down on the fabric. I hook my knees over the edge, wedging his arms and shoulders between my knees. I lean back onto the waters surface, stretching my arms back along the water behind me. As he has me undressed I feel his face next to my knee, his lips along my thighs. And I watch to see what he will do next without asking him. ‘Are you gonna take me out?’ I finally say. He pulls me by the knees towards him, I wrap around him and he carries me down to the blanket. I pull at his waistband, revealing him to me, pressing against him. He pushes me down, stroking at my thighs. Hovering over me and putting his bodyweight on me. He takes a long look at me, sweeps my cheek , and in the only way that Homelander can, tells me… ‘I wanna be your John.’ The pain and damage behind his eyes is visible to me, thinking of himself as Homelander right now, telling me he wants to be John.

[herohikara-wol]

🌹 to give my muse flowers

Be My Valentine Prompts | Accepting

“Are these from-” Hero blushed bright at he stared at the blooms in hand, sure they traveled a lot together and yes Hero made it clear he grew up with an appreciation for Doman culture thanks to his father spending so much time spinning tales of his homeland for his only son. “You got me flowers from Doma?” He took them gently, as if afraid they’d vanish into the aether. “Maru...”

Hero tried to be practical sometimes, he really did. He pressed the blooms to his face to inhale their scent as deeply as he could, then set them aside and hugged Maru with all his weight. “I love you. Thank you- so so much! I- it’s not as heartfelt as your gift but...” He leads Maru upstairs to a candlelit dinner, “I wanted to spend tonight together, close the bakery and just- you know. Just us. Tonight.”