#Stop making Kal look kissable GO

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We got some doodles that took me 5 hours to figure out- Somebody get me away from Kallamar- I keep making them pretty-

Will I ever have a solid bishop design? No. No I will not. (Also tiny doodle for @thecursedcake <3 thank you for the request! this made me realize I have no idea how to draw kisses :’D but it was fun to learn lmaoo-)

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Here’s the full version of Leshy btw

[mrs-cavill-wife]

Safe And Happy (One Shot)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader (Barbara)

Warning: Language. Fluff. Minor Injury. Zombie Apocalypse. Gun shot. Persecution. Please, say if I miss something.

Author's Note: My second fanfic, YAY! Henry is not a celebrity in this fanfic. Duh! It's a zombie apocalypse so it's kinda obvious but I wanted to say it anyway. Hope you guys enjoy it and reblog if you do. I'm all ears to feedback!

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Summary: The world is a dangerous place now, but in the arms of the man she loves, she always finds security.

Barbara's P.O.V

Shit. I miss when the world used to be good. It was never perfect but no doubt it were way better than now.

An zombie apocalypse, who could have imagined that this could actually happen? Who knew that one day I would be armed, with a "beautiful" wound on my leg, hiding in an abandoned store, running away from a horde of about fifty zombies, crazy and thirsty for some human flesh.

I got hurt entering here, there was a piece of wood that grazed my leg, but luckily I had some bandage on the bag, I tied it to my leg to stop the blood. I looked at my leg and sighed, frustrated with myself.

"What the fuck dressing did you do, huh? My man is going to be pissed"

I live with my boyfriend, well husband, wasn't exactly official but we are together, he's amazing with dressings, but of course, I never pay attention when he tried to explain it to me. I'm hiding, trying to calm my breathing and think of a new plan, I don't know if I'll be able to run with my leg like that, but I think partially, it's really my fault. I'm often on those situations, I have my skills but I might not be the best, I still remember when I meet my boyfriend, on this type of shit cliche situation, today I don't complain for being dumb back there..

We met a year ago, I was running away.. again. I remember going into a dead end street, my gun had only two bullets left, I managed to kill some of those brain eaters, but I had about ten still behind me. I was already out of breath and couldn't think of anything else.

It was all very fast, suddenly my hero appeared, super skilled, I can't say where he came from but he managed to cut the heads of some of them, cut one in half, he stopped in front of me and fired with a super powerful machine gun, spilling a little blood and a disgusting substance on both of us.

"Hey are you alright, princess?"

He spoke to me after all those butchers fell dead. I was in shock but in seconds, I regained consciousness and was able to notice the man in front of me.

Broad back, fair skin, incredibly neat curly hair, a sharp jawline that could cut my soul, kissable lips.. a beautiful ax, a weapons in the waistband and at least two powerful shotguns in the back. The sun was setting and the light reflected in his eyes. The brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. There was a small brown part in one of them, I had heard about cases of heterochromia, but it was the first time that I saw it right in front of me.

"Your eyes are so beautiful.."

He laughed softly and a little shy. The sweetest laugh I've heard. Oh God, he's so wonderful, I think I died and went to heaven and that angel came to receive me. Maybe I'm not too unlucky after all.. wait, what did I just said? Oh fuck, what a good way of cause a first impression. First you almost die then act like a dumb ass needy teen. I rolled my eyes realizing what I done and he touched my arm.

"Thank you, you're beautiful too.. but are you hurt? What are you doing all by yourself?"

I nodded looking down and blushing red like a tomato.

"Huh I'm fine. I was searching for a place to stay. I heard on radio there was a small group of survivors around here. I'm always alone, so I decided to look for it but I obviously didn't payed attention on the munition I had before risking my butt."

He giggled and soft touched my cheek, wiping away some of the dirty. Gosh, I'm not going to handle and he's not making it easy..

"So it's your lucky day, pretty girl. I am from that group of survivors. They always told me to go round and look for possible new survivors."

I looked at him frowning.

"Now it's my time to ask. All by yourself? Why?"

And he smirked, looking like a made a silly question. Your hot bastard.

"I'm a prepared person. Not bragging but I always check my munition"

Touchee. I crossed my arms looking at him, trying to keep my posture but I was really melting inside.

We heard a loud noise, making us concerned. He grabbed my hand and started walking.

"It doesn't seem far, we must walk. Let's go"

"Where are you taking me? I.. I don't even know your name?"

I stopped moving and he stopped looking a little mad then he sighed.

"I will take you to our shelter. I saved you, you can trust me. We both need a bath and some rest.. and I'm Henry."

He said smiling and I nodded starting to walk by his side.

That day, he took me to the survivors. There were at least four people, some couples and children, all of whom welcomed me very well. But despite that, I thought about leaving the next day, I was always alone and until then, it was how I wanted to be and I would be like this today, if Henry hadn't insisted that I stay. I said I would stay for some days but during that, he convinced me to stay for more weeks and when I realized, we were closer than ever. Actually, those days made me found love. One of the guys of the shelter was a priest before the world was destroyed, Henry and I decided to get married and so it happened. Simple but a beautiful ceremony.

After a few years, we both decided to leave, maybe it was not a smart idea in the current situation, but we were certain of it, so we did. It was difficult, at first from hiding to hiding, sleeping on uncomfortable places, sometimes without enough food for both, we almost died a few times but together, yes, we were unbeatable. But finally, we got a place, safe enough to call home.

Henry's P.O.V

One hour left. I trust her, she's a little clumsy but my girl knows what to do, I taught her some tricks when we met but still, my heart is desperate. Today I received a radio message, it was Stuart, a partner, we have known each other since I was part of a group of survivors, he provided us with food, ammunition and weapons from time to time, even now that I am no longer part of the group, he's a great friend. I always went to get it, alone, I didn't want to risk seeing my Barbara hurt. But today, Stuart said he couldn't come, because of some injuries, so I would have to go, but Barbara decided that her chance to do it this time.

"Barbara.. baby, you don't have to.."

I remember I said trying don't sound like I was doubting her capacities.

"Well on my mind, I do need. You always do that, I feel useless, I'm no princess in danger, i can do that"

I got closer touching her back while she packed her bag with "travel" supplies. She looked at me, touched my face and smiled. I love this smile.

"I'll be alright, I know that area is dangerous but you know I know the way and I had a good survivor teacher"

She said and wrapped her arms around my neck and I hugged her feeling defeated. She never had to say much to convince me of anything. I know she was feeling bad about me doing the hard work and I think she deserves a chance. I need to show I really trust her.

"I will be counting the seconds.."

I sighed and she smiled widely packing my lips many times. She grabbed her bag, her gun and went through the door but before leaving she looked at me one last time.

"I love you"

We both said at same time, making our hearts beat at same rhythm.

She gonna be alright, I know.. at least I hope.

Barbara's P.O.V

I heard a small noise that made me wake up. I dozed off for a while when I expected the horde to calm down and preferably leave. I got up and checked outside by one of the windows. Empty. Thank God. My leg didn't hurt so much anymore, but the fact that the street was clean was a relief to m. I wouldn't have to run, just be careful.

I opened my bag and ate a chocolate bar. Stuart wasn't lying when he said that had good things this time, I got things I hadn't ete in years. I left the store quickly after eating and started walking my way back home.

I was almost closer, I smiled seeing my home. Finally, safe house. when I got on the home's street, had three zombies, between me and my house. Great.

I tried to carefully pass behind them, I was almost there, but again, I didn't pay enough attention, I tripped over something and fell to the floor, over my injured leg, I couldn't contain the scream. They heard and were already walking towards me. F U C K M E.

I looked at my house. It's not so far, I can do it. I ran, fast as I could, my leg was hurting a lot, the bandage already red with my blood but I did it. I could climb the special secret passage through the wall and done. I layed in the grass for a second trying to recover my breath, closing my eyes, finally feeling safe then something fell on top of me. I got scared until I could open my eyes. A beast. A fluffy beast.

"Hey Kal, you scared me baby"

I hugged the big black and white American Akita. It's mine and Henry's dog, our loyal companion, our dog son. We found him on our away to find a new safe place, he were a little injured on the front paws. Of course we felt in love with him and took care of him, we had to keep him and we did.

I petted him a little more before getting up.

"Alright, mommy needs a good break now. Promise to play later. Where's daddy? He had a heart attack?"

Oh he will when see my situation. I walked to inside our house and pulled the food supplies on the kitchen. I was focused until I hear the shower on bathroom upstairs. I smiled.

"What a good way of relax, huh?"

I walked upstairs, taking off my clothes though the way. When I opened the bathrooms door, I was fully naked. Oh that vision. My man, all naked.. that furry defined abs, those strong muscles.. that round booty.. and that big veiny dick, shit, even soft he's huge.. I'm so freaking lucky.

I licked my lips and tried to close the door softly but i ended up making noises.

"Thought I had told you need to be stealthy"

When I turned around, he was looking at me, with those gorgeous eyes that left me speachless since first time. Then he's face changed to worried and I realized he were looking at my wounded leg.

"Barbara, what the fuck just happened?"

I rolled my eyes then got into the shower with him. Before he could say something, I kissed him softly. He kissed me back of some type of way that I could feel how worried he were. Was a intense kiss, our tongues battling against each other, oxygen wasn't this necessary for us at this point. He quickly grabbed me tight and gave me a little boost then I had my legs wrapped around his waist. We ended our kisses with soft pecks and smiles. I looked at him. He had one hand around my back and another softly rubbing closer my wound.

"Hey are you alright, princess?"

I smiled way more with his soft voice and nodded.

"Yes, now I'm safe and happy"

[nitannichionne]

If He Was YOUR Fan Chapter 27: Hallow’s Eve (A Henry Cavill Fan Fic)

CHAPTER 27: HALLOW’S EVE

“You don’t look like Peeta.” You quirk your eyebrow at Henry humorously. Truthfully he looked better.

“But I do look like a tribute.” He shrugs. “A bad one, maybe?” He grabs you and pulls you against his chest, your hands landing on his pecs as you look up at him. His voice deepens. “Wanna stay alive? Stay with me, little girl. Never leave my side.”

You laugh at him, but then he kisses you in such a way that you are sure you could be late for the party. “Henry…” In the privacy of the trailer it was way too easy for that to happen. “We could be late for the party.”

His gaze moves over you appreciatively. “Yeah.”

You smile up at him. “Behave.”

“I am behaving,” he says with mock innocence. “Just badly.” He starts backing you toward the bedroom door and a knock interrupts you. “Damn it!”

You giggle at him and he does not relinquish his hold on you as you circle him and edge toward the door. “Yes?”

“Hey, where’s the wine?” Stuart calls from outside.

“Stuart—” Stella admonishes and after hearing Stuart say, “ow” you start laughing.

“It’s in the truck,” Henry rolls his eyes. “Let’s get going.”

You edge up and kiss his nose, making him grin. He rubs his nose against yours, and for some reason, this makes your heart swell. You have always been one for the little things-random snuggles and touches as if he can’t keep his hands off you, making you feel like you are loved and treasured. And when you do it to him, you watch his eyes light and spark, sometimes a small smile tugging at those kissable lips of his that is just as good as him walking over and kissing you literally. You love him. So much. You drop your gaze shyly. “We’d better get going.”

He lets you go slowly. “You won’t always get away that easily, kitten.”

You get goosebumps but manage a smile, walking out. He follows you out and you all head to the truck. He hands Stuart a case of beer, hands you and Stella appetizer plates, and then takes the case of wine for himself. You make the walk to the set, sounds of laughter and music become closer as you get closer.

Dusk closes in on the place, and it looks magical. Small torches are set on every reachable flat surfaces, giving it a surreal feel-tribal and primitive. You feel like you could possibly be in Hunger Games.

People gather on the bridge and platforms, eating food and milling about talking. One platform becomes a small dance floor, and people look on and watch. You feel Henry put his arms around your waist and you lean back into him, reveling in the feel of his body against yours, his arms around you. You both wore jackets, but he is what warms you against the night.

You go dance with some of the actors, while Henry and Kal watch you. You keep looking at him, wishing he would dance, but you are happy he encourages you to go ahead without him. You are twirled and swayed as the music plays, but your eyes are for him. When the music changes, you get off the floor and sit in his lap, a little breathless, but once again, enjoying his arms encircling you.

“You’re a really good dancer,” he nods.

“The school I went to required we learn the basics,” you nod. “It was a lot of fun-“ You hear your name called, and see Stella waving from the food and drinks table with Stuart. “Be right back--”

He catches your hand. “Remember—”

“No drinking,” you say softly. Even though you are not sure you are pregnant, he has decided to err to the side of caution, making you wonder what he has been thinking. You open your mouth to ask, think better of it, and kiss him before heading over to see Stella. “Hey!”

“Hey!” Stella smiles, standing in her white shirt with an “S” on it. “Think you can man the table for me? Stuart wants to dance.” You look at Stuart, who is in a grey shirt and with a black “P” on it, smiling at their light grey caps.

“Sure, go ahead.” You watch them in their salt and pepper costumes and begin to serve food and drinks to people. You pour yourself a elderberry juice with Dry London Spirit, smiling at the mix in your cardboard cup, and take a sip. You smile at them, and then see Cynthia.

You go to Cynthia at the end of the table. “Hey!”

“Hey!” Cynthia says. “How’s it going?”

“Okay,” you grin. “Stuart and Stella look really nice out there.” You wave at them and they wave back.

“They’re cute,” Cynthia shrugs.

“Something I can get you?” You ask.

“Sure.”

You serve her food and a small wine.

“Thanks.”

“Sure thing,” you nod, seeing Hannah and Archer come. “Hey guys!”

“Hey!” Hannah waves.

The dark shirts and khakis made you guess.  “Let’s see…Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable?”

“Oh, my God!” Hannah’s eyes widen. “You got it!”

“I liked the show when I was a kid,” you shrug.

Archer nods impressed with your answer and gives Hannah a look. “I’ll let you girls chat.” He leaves you two alone at the table, and you give a polite smile. You haven’t had kind words in some time.

“Hey,” Hannah greets. “Working the party?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “I told Stella if she needs a break, let me know.”

“But you’re not with catering,” Hannah points out.

“This party isn’t like that,” you nod. “You didn’t bring anything?”

“Oh, I brought candy,” Hannah said with a smile. “Easy stuff.”

“Oh, okay.” You see Cynthia wave you over. “Did you want anything?”

“Just beers,” she shrugs.

You walk over to the cooler and get the beers.

“Thanks,” she smiles a little. “I…I just wanted to say I’m sorry about…the Henry thing. He really, really likes you.”

“Thanks,” you tell her. “I kinda miss our art sessions.”

She laughs softly. “Yeah, I still would love to illustrate a book you write someday.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” you say. “but, you and Archer are—”

“He’s a really good guy,” Hannah nods. “I mean, some people act like they like you and they don’t, you know?” Her look is meaningful as she says the words slowly. “He is really nice, but some people? No.”

You blink at this, frowning. “Hannah, what are you trying to tell me?”

Her eyes slide off to the dance floor where Cynthia, Stella and Stuart are dancing. They are all waving at you.

You feel your heart in your throat. “Hannah—” You turn to find her gone.

Stella and Stuart return, and you smile, still feeling shaken about Hannah’s warning. You and Stella have been tight almost all summer. The idea of her not really being a friend hurts. Cynthia’s a cool boss and Stuart you barely know.

You return to Henry with your drink and a paper bowl of water. “Here you go, Kal.” You set the bowl down, and sit on his lap.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing, just—” you shake your head. “God, I’m just being silly.”

“What is it?”

“Hold my drink,” you say. “Ladies room.”

“Okay,” Henry nods. “We’ll talk when you get back.”

“It’s silly—” you watch him slightly raise his eyebrow. “Okay, we’ll have a laugh.” You go to the bathroom and return.

“Well?”

“Strangest thing,” you say to him. “Hannah sounded like she was trying to warn me.”

“About what?” he asks with a slight frown.

“She apologized for being jealous and warned me about people pretending to like me.”

He exhales heavily. “Sounds—”

“It’s the way she said it, Dal,” you say softly. “Like she was warning me. And she looked at Stella, Stuart and Cynthia on the dance floor.”

“Well, that doesn’t help,” Henry thought aloud. “Are you sure she was looking at them and not someone else?”

“I don’t know,” you shake your head. You look down at Henry’s hand, which is holding an empty beer bottle. “Let me get you another one.”

“Thanks,” he smiles.

You rise and take the bottle to the garbage can, throwing it away, and getting a fresh bottle. You down your drink and get a bottled water for yourself.

As you approach Henry, it hits you. You suddenly don’t feel well, and it’s hard to breathe. Your steps slow, and Henry’s eyes widen. He stands, looking at you. You feel it, down your throat, the tightening. You didn’t taste it at first, but there it is, and it wasn’t there before:

Grapefruit.

You’re allergic to it…you’re terribly allergic to it. You usually can smell it before you consume it, stop yourself, but you didn’t. You feel your throat close, and you grab your throat, dropping the beer and the water. The beer bottle breaks and crashes on the stone floor. Henry races for you, and you hear a scream as you go down. The night is spinning as you struggle to breathe.

Henry goes into your leg pack as people crowd you.

“Is she okay?”

“What’s happening?”

“What’s going on?”

“Oh my God, get the doctor!”

“Get the doctor!” Henry orders. “NOW!” You feel a stab in your leg. “Come on, baby. Come on, I’ve got you…”

You vomit and feel yourself turned to your side, causing the crowd to make some sort of far away noises you can’t make out and then you are put on your back again. You see the sky. You see the trees. You feel your legs being lifted above your heart. You see people around you, looking upset or scared…Henry holding you…Stella in standing in shocked tears as Stuart holds her…Hannah shaking her head with her mouth covered while Archer looks at you, upset…Colin…frowning at you…then his eyes wander…to Cynthia, her expressionless face looking at yours as if waiting…but for what?

Henry shakes you slightly. “Don’t do that, don’t pass out…”

“Hen…ry…” But you can’t hold, even as you feel your throat start to open a little. You can barely breathe…

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