#it's been a while since i drew kal...

[zoromashii]

that red scarf reminds me of him you know. the green and red.. oh .. sorry, i didn't mean to it's okay. one day i'll introduce you to him. he was amazing and strong like you. i miss him so much i'll help you find him negau i promise. i love you i love you too kal

[gaykarstaagforever]

1969

Jim Shooter wrote this, so it is significantly less idiotic than most of these.

That said...

Most of the plot - Superman and the Flash having amnesia and thinking each is the other one - hinges on the fact that they are identical men, except with different hair. Which seems implausible, since one is a magical alien with super-strength from the Sun, and the other is a nerd who was near exploding go-fast chemicals. But I guess it at least acknowledges how DC artists could only draw one muscley man over and over again in different skin-tight unitards. Fair enough, Jim.

We also get the weirdest random explanation for where Superman stores his Clark Kent clothes:

Clark Kent and Barry Allen spend most of the story running back and forth from Central City to Metropolis, desperately trying to find each-other to figure out what the hell is happening. Barry uses makeup to look like Clark Kent and gets almost-fired by Perry White for being bad at reporting on weddings. Because while this comic takes time to remind us Barry is a "police scientist," Perry also says he writes like a child.

Which...I mean, seems kind of rude to me, especially coming from someone who writes superhero comics for 8 year olds for a living. But I don't solve murders with science. So if you do, please confirm if you and your colleagues don't know how to write.

Eventually, Clark and Barry accidentally meet clandestinely on a Metropolis park bench. But Barry is dressed like Raphael from the Ninja Turtles, so they still don't figure it out:

...Why does this look like something someone drew from a picture they took from a bush? Is that just me? That might just be me.

This, however, is 100% exactly what it looks like:

They finally meet in an abandoned train tunnel and figure out each is the other, and trade clothes.

So it is canon in DC comics that Clark Kent and Barry Allen have been nude together in a train station, at least once. And then traded underpants.

Clark suddenly remembers what happened to them (possibly from the shock of being naked with Barry Allen; the comic breezes over this). There is giant space seed flying towards Earth, carrying the spore of a monster space plant that will grow to consume all life. Superman saw it and summoned the JLA to help him, but only the Flash showed up, because "Green Lantern is off helping Hawkman," and...I guess Jim forgot who else was in the JLA at the time.

Good on Barry for showing up, but how exactly is he going to help Superman stop a threat that is still in Space?

Answer: he is not. But Superman came up with a plan where he and Barry changed outfits to confuse the space seed (yes, really), and then Barry put on a helmet and Clark flew them both into it.

...At which point he suddenly realized it had kryptonite in it. He and Barry fell to Earth, unharmed but with amnesia.

But now that they're inexplicably cured by re-switching pants, it is time to hurry up and actually stop the space seed. Superman draws Barry a helpful diagram of his plan:

...Thanks, Kal-El. Totally worth the time it took to do that.

Assuming, like me, you have no goddamn idea what his plan is, think of the absolute dumbest way Superman could save the Earth from a giant kernel of space-corn. And that is exactly what he does:

He temporarily stops the Earth by making the ground really hard (specifically in Brazil, for some reason), and then repeatedly doing flying elbow drops onto it. Which, I won't lie, is exactly the awesome way all problems would be solved if we lived in a better universe where wrestling was real, and wrestlers were Superman.

...I still assume this probably killed at least a few people. Or fish, at least, on the daylight side where the Sun suddenly boiled an entire ocean.

Also, note how this "new" Superman plan ALSO DIDN'T INVOLVE THE FLASH WHATSOEVER. Except that he came along and narrated it for our benefit, while Superman was repeatedly smashing himself into Brazil.

The story ends with Barry hugging his wife and Clark musing to himself how he and Barry can trust each-other with their secret identities from now on, because their balls sweat into the same Spandex for like a week.

Implying that, what, the members of the JLA go into that WITHOUT knowing who each-other are? I mean, I of course see Batman pulling shit like that. But Wonder Woman and Hawkman barely have secret identities to begin with.

But I guess if Clark and Barry have exactly the same proportions and faces, maybe it doesn't really matter either way.

This issue also features the following ad for jeans:

I don't know if cattle-rustling was still such a huge problem in the West by 1969. But if you are a teen boy keen to take it upon yourself to stop it, I suppose it makes sense you should make sure your butt looks good while doing it.

Also, if you need more cheap plastic armies in your house,

[thundercloudshipping]

I havent been drawing much selfship art since ive been focused on my ocs and a different special interest lol, but heres a drawing of a self insert of mine, Maggie!

Drew this while listening to some comfort music, which also happens to be from Dottys source material *which maggie is the si for* so here ya go lol

Tagging: @kal-selfships @selfshipdorito @rainbobirb and @rosepetalmoon ! Ill be adding to this list as time goes on so if you wanna be on it/ taken off it let me know!

[off-brand-likes]

Zeb had been looking for Kallus among the celebrating rebels on Endor for hours. Even Rex, who'd agreed to keep track of him if he could, hadn't seen him since the final battle began. He'd resorted to walking around the last place Rex saw Kallus in an ever-widening spiral as darkness fell over the forest with his bo-rifle's electrified tip lit, listening and sniffing for any sign--

There. Kallus's signature scent wafted to him under a much stronger smell of human blood. Zeb turned toward it and pushed through the undergrowth as fast as he could. "Kal?  Where are you?" Birds screeched in the trees and small creatures scattered around Zeb's feet, but he didn't hear anything from Kal.

He burst into a circular patch of crushed plants. Zeb raised his lit bo-rifle higher. More patches like this one formed a trail toward the shield generator bunker. Walker tracks.

Kallus lay near the edge of one of them, watching Zeb. One too-pale cheek pressed against the forest floor. Tear tracks shone on the other one, through a layer of dirt. His legs, in the walker's path, were a gory mess.

Zeb ran to him, jammed the bo-rifle's unlit end into the earth, and knelt beside him. He reached for him, but what if Kallus's spine was broken? Zeb couldn't bear the thought of making such awful injuries worse. "Kal..."

Kallus reached to take one of Zeb's hands in his own. The effort made him wince, but his grip was still strong. "Zeb." His voice was hoarse, like he'd been calling for help for hours and nobody heard him. "Did we win?"

"Yeah, we won, we did it, Kal." The strain in Kallus's face eased at that.

Zeb forced himself to look at the mess of Kallus's legs. The walker's foot must've hit the back of Kallus's thigh first, tearing his pantleg there and knocking him down before... "Karabast." Every bone and muscle in his legs was ruined. Zeb had to look back to Kallus's face to quell a wave of nausea.

"Don't... Just... Lie here with me, for..." Kallus swallowed audibly. "For however long I have left."

Zeb squeezed Kallus's hand. "You've lasted this long." His voice was surprisingly steady, for how hard his heart was pounding in panic. "You'll be fine until I come back with help." Please, please be fine.

Kallus rolled his eyes, though he was smiling while he did it. "I feel lucky to have lasted long enough to see you."

The tube of bacta gel in Zeb's pocket wouldn't even make a dent in all the damage to Kallus's legs. He hadn't even brought any water. After losing so much blood, Kallus must be desperately thirsty. As hard as it would be to leave him alone like this, if Zeb stayed, he couldn't do anything to save him.

"Kal, I have to go get help. And you're gonna wait until I come back with it. You'll be right here when I come back." It was supposed to be an order. Zeb wished gathering tears hadn't cracked his voice in the middle of it.

Kallus's nod dragged the side of his face against the dirt. He still hadn't managed to lift his head. One more tear rolled over his nose and onto the ground, but his expression showed the determination to do right that drew Zeb to him every time, since Bahryn. "I'll be here," Kallus said.

It hurt Zeb's heart to turn his back. But that was the only hard part. Once he did it, he ran faster than he'd run in years. He would bring Kallus help in time. He'd do it, or run his heart down trying.

[void-dust-muffin]

called out by @egg-exe to list my favorite character from 10 different fandoms.

I. Do not remember names. And I refuse to look anything up. we'll see how this goes.

1) Kal'Tsit from arknights. I've been low key obsessing over the game for a while now, and Kal is definitely one of the coolest characters. Storied past, cold demeanor belying genuine care and kindness for everyone under her, Mon3tr, the team that made her did a good job and she really just exemplifies the strength of the game in general. But I can talk to the moon and back about how stupid good the writing for arknights is, especially considering it's a gacha mobile game, so ill move on

2) Neopolitan from rwby. I fell in love with rwby's setting all the way back when I first watched it. Its unique mix of fantasy and technopunk drew me in and its character concepts have kept me there ever since. Neo probably the most. A mute character being the wisecracking villain's muscle and making her shorter than literally the rest of the cast? Peak. If only they made a character to go with the cool moves.

3) Princess Zelda in Breath of the Wild. Sweetheart's trying her best and facing frustration at every turn. Somebody hug her I'm begging you. (it's me, the sweetheart is her but also me)

4) Jafar Fire Emblem 7. Played the game years ago, loved his character design and his class(crits go brrrrr), but his story is the real selling point. The way he interacts with Nino is so sweet and I have such a soft spot for both of them(technically illegal two faves from one fandom oops).

I had the next one and then I lost it uhhhhh not the one I had but we'll go with

5) I was going to say a different character from portal but then I remembered the boy: Space Core.

6) Riza Hawkeye from Fullmetal Alchemist. Her relationship with the major is so heartfelt and the writer did them so well. If you've never watched it go and do that cuz it's just so well put together.

7) Padparadsha from Houseki no Kuni. God that manga is a train wreck. Phos you walking disaster. I love it. Anywho, pad is an interesting character in an already very interesting cast of characters. Their entire existence, teetering between waking and immobility is an exploration of how much of the gem is required for them to function. how much them can be removed before they just. cease.

8) Waymond from Everything Everywhere All At Once. First off, if you haven't watched the movie, go see it. Second, damn I didn't think anyone would actually read this far. Waymond is such a wholesome man he changes the way the woman going through the infinite possibilities of the multiverse thinks. He finds joy in everything he does and shares it with everyone around him. Not because he's ignorant of the struggles of life, because with happiness they become easier. And the man that played him is just as sweet. At the Oscar's when it was announced as best picture he went up on stage too and was hugging everyone. I would die for him.

9) Finn from the star wars sequel trilogy. As bad as they were, when the force awakens came out I remember seeing it and being excited to see what they would do with a stormtrooper main character. And then they didn't do anything, wasting all of his potential. But if there's one thing I learned from rwby, it's that someone else was just as disappointed and wrote a fanfiction exploring what canon didn't.

And now time for the niche reach.

10) Maven from the web novel Save the Demon King. Maven is the eponymous demon king, a near mythical figure in setting and the last demon alive. He is such a fun character in a fun setting that is very well written. I refuse to say more except for go read it. It's free on tapas and very good.

Honorable Mention:

I did think of Hades the game as a possible fandom but everyone in it is too good. I can't choose. the short list is half the hub area characters and at least three of the gods on top of that

fuckin hell theres an hour down the drain. gotta keep the chain going so uhhhhh @krindenium you're the only other human that I know on this site.

[hertzwritings]

An Arrangement, chapter 11

A/N: Listen, I’m literally DEAD with the overwhelming love for this series. I friggin’ love you guys, and I don’t know how to express it! Thank you for reading and loving.

I made a playlist for this story, in case anyone wants to get in the headspace, I’m in while writing. You can find it here!

Also also, this chapter is a little shorter than most, BUT it builds for the next few chapters, so I hope you’ll forgive me.

Feedback feeds the soul and requests are always open!

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: fluff, a lil’ angst (but in a cute way), language

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Chapter 11: Dare you to move

April

Y/N

“Henry?” You called through the still house, trying to somehow echolocate the man, who’d seemed to have disappeared in some alternate dimension. You frowned and walked through the hallways of the house, looking into every room, you passed.

Finally you turned a corner and spotted him, sitting lazily in a leather chair in his office - hand buried in Kal’s fur, eyes trained on a tattered paperback version of The Picture of Dorian Gray and you leaned against the doorframe, watching him enthralled in the book.

“You know, it’s rude to stare.” He said with a smile, his eyes still on the pages in front of him. You bent down to a squat as Kal jogged to you, licked your face and laid down in front of you, ready for scratches. You smiled and rubbed his belly.

“Sorry.” “It’s alright, love.” He put a bookmark gently in between the pages and put the book down, a soft smile on his face. “So…” You said, biting your lip. He raised his eyebrow slightly. “So?” You sat down on the floor, cross legged and Kal put his giant head in your lap, closing his eyes as you nuzzled his fur.

“Henry, I, uhm, I think we need to talk.” You felt your heartbeat pick up. His face became serious at once. “Do you, er… Want to stop?” He asked softly. No judgement. You shook your head with a shy smile playing on the corner of your lips.

“No, I don’t. And I think that’s the problem.” He leaned forward a little, resting his elbows on his knees. “How so?” you bit your lip and sighed, reverting your gaze to the bookshelf. “You know that quote, you’re the most important person I’ve ever met, and I should not have met you at all?” you asked, still not looking at him. “I can’t say I do.” His voice was a soft timbre that reverberated through the room. You nodded absentmindedly. “It’s how I feel. Like… I wasn’t supposed to know you at all. I wasn’t supposed to be here, with you, at this very moment or any of the passing moments.” You glanced at him and saw his face, which made you go to look at the floor. Your hand was stroking Kal’s fur absentmindedly.

“I think I’m scared, in reality, of lov…” You bit your lip. “Of being too close to you. I’m scared that one day, possibly sooner than I’d like, something topples and the world sucks in on itself, swallowing me whole.”

“Darling…” You shook your head and looked at him. “Please, let me just…” You drew a deep, steadying breath and finally caught his eyes. “If I dive deeper with you, I’m scared my oxygen is going to run out. I already feel like we’re sharing a mask, and it terrifies me, especially because I feel like we’ve known each other for a lifetime, and it’s been a month.” He was completely still. “And I’m still at a point where I feel like you could just disappear at any given moment, because whatever this…” You gestured between the two of you. “Is, it started on a lie.” You swallowed thickly, willing yourself to finish what you set out to do. “You haven’t wanted to talk since the beach, and I feel like it’s because you know it’s going to be bad.” You finished in a small voice.

He slid down from his chair to sit in front of you, Kal between you and reached for your hand with a tender smile.

“Oh, love, no.” He kissed the back of your hand softly before continuing.

“It’s not that it’s going to be bad, because talking to you would never feel bad.” He gazed at you with soft eyes, a calm sea within him. “It’s that I’m terrified that you’ll pull away.” You frowned.

How could you ever? “I’m scared I made a mistake, being so close with you, and that you would feel like it was too much. Or feel nothing at all, which would be infinitely worse. The talk for me has always been a means to an end, and I wouldn’t, selfishly, give you the chance.” He smiled a little shyly, weaving his fingers between yours and resting your hands on Kal’s fur.

“I wouldn’t want you to be scared of me, love.” “How could I ever be?” He shrugged.

“Over the last few weeks, I’ve thought about you more than I’ve ever thought about anything. If I had a flower for every thought of you, I’d walk through a garden forever, Y/N. I meant it, I’d rip that fucking contract into pieces right now, as long as you’d stay.” He bit his lip and closed his eyes before letting them fall on the floor.

“But I wouldn’t rip it if I knew you’d walk out, the minute it was null. I don’t think I have the strength to deprive myself of you, even for a second.” You felt your cheeks heat up at his admission. “I’m not a stupid man, and I know that this migt go wonderfully sideways, but I’m willing to at least try. I…” He sighed. “I think I handed you my mask aeons ago, and I’m slowly drifting in the water, waiting for you to either give me air or let me drown.” you closed your eyes and sighed. Goddamnit.

“How are you always so eloquent?” You mumbled. “Years of practice.” He grinned at you, squeezing your hand softly. “You can back out, if this is too much. I’ll leave you be, if it’s too much. I can’t say I’d do it willingly, because I’d be buried in you until the day I die, if it was up to me, but I’d do it.” You looked at him, his face full of conflicting emotions.

“Can you promise me one thing?” You asked in a whisper. “Anything.” “You won’t hurt me?” You hated how little you sounded, how wounded you sounded, but the words had tumbled from you in desperation. He leaned over Kal and kissed your lips gently.

“I would never.”

“So we try?”

“It’s all we can do, my love.” He answered, pulling you over to him, kissing you deeply.

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You stared at your bags, mentally tallying what you’d packed and wondered if you had missed anything, when Henry came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, swaying you slightly along with the music playing softly in the background. You wrapped your hands around his thick arms and leaned into him.

“What’s on your mind?” He prodded, leaving a kiss on your neck. You pointed lazily to your bags. “Everything.” He chuckled against your skin. “Darling, that’s entirely too much to be thinking about. Maybe you should focus on one thing…?” He asked, pressing slightly against you and you moaned at the feeling of his hardened cock against your lower back. “Not now, Henry… We’re leaving in a few hours and I still haven’t packed!” You whined. He kissed your cheek. “Alright, sorry. What’s going on?” He asked, this time a little more serious. You groaned. “I don’t know, I’m just… I don’t know if I packed correctly, I don’t know if I brought the right dresses, how hot it’s going to be, how cold, should I pack more…” You sighed. He chuckled and left you, walking to your bag and quickly scanning whatever you had thrown in there.

“You packed my favourite dress.” He said with a boyish smirk. You rolled your eyes. “Well, you invited me to a wedding. Might as well look the part.” He nodded and winked at you. “Also, for the record, it is England. It will be cold and probably raining.” He grinned and looked back at your bag.

“I think you’re good to go. Although, I do see one thing missing…” He said slowly, his eyes flickering from one side of the bag to another. “Oh, no, what? Do I have time to get it?” You were panicking slightly. He grinned and pulled a small, square, velvet box out of his back pocket.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll pack it.” He handed it to you and sat down on the bed.

You hadn't even pretended to care to sleep in different rooms. There was no point anymore, anyway, and after changing the sheets - and creating a sandcastle on the floor - you had both moved into his bedroom. You took the box slowly with narrowed eyes.

“Did you spend money on me again?” You said accusingly. He simply shrugged with a wide grin on his lips. You opened the box and gasped, looking at the most beautiful necklace you'd ever seen.

Nestled in the black velvet was a simple, rose gold chain, thin and barely there. At the end of it hung a teardrop shaped stone, a dazzling, dark blue, that reminded you of the night sky.”

“It’s called London Topaz.” he said quietly, gingerly lifting the chain from the box and hung it around your neck, moving behind you to clasp it. You felt the weight of the stone settle right at the swell of your breasts and you turned to him, completely taken aback.

“It suits you.” He said, a loving smile grazing his lips.

“It’s beautiful, but…” He kissed you, effectively shutting you up.

“No buts, no strings. I just wanted to give you something as beautiful as you.” You beamed at him, kissing him softly - he wrapped his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss and you moaned gently against him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Darling, if you don’t stop, we’ll miss our flight.” He mumbled against your lips. His hands seemed to contradict his words, because they danced over your shirt, lifting the hem of it slightly so he could let his fingertips slide against your warm skin. You grinned against him. “I don’t think I’m the problem here.” You grinned. “Maybe not.” He simply said as he walked you backwards until your legs hit the side of the bed, and you laid down, him still on top of you.

“You’d think you’d want to miss the plane.” You mumbled breathlessly, as his fingers nudged your pants down. He looked at you with a sinful smirk on his lips, eyes ablaze with lust.

“For you? Always.”

You didn’t argue.

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[thevindicativevordan]

Opinions on Luthor's right-hand woman Mercy Graves.

Good time to talk about her given she's being set up as an important character in upcoming DC/Superman storylines.

Much like Harley Quinn and Livewire, Mercy was created for the DCAU but proved popular enough to eventually make her way into the mainline DC Comics. Her main role is being Lex's personal assistant, which covers everything from typical assistant duties like organizing his schedule and driving him around, to ordering assassinations and running Lexcorp when he's been temporarily locked up yet again for his supervillain activities. Why she's so loyal to Lex in the comics is unclear, her animated counterpart was a street ruffian that Lex took in after being impressed by her attempt to rob him, but it hasn't been established if that holds true for her comic counterpart as well.

Other than being Lex's loyal number 2, Mercy usually doesn't get much characterization or focus, explaining why adaptions of her tend to vary widely. Since the New 52 she's been Asian in the comics, something that has spread to some adaptions of Mercy too (DCEU, League of Super-Pets), while other adaptions keep her as white (Arrowverse, Tomorrowverse, Young Justice), or making her black (Titans). Sometimes she display something of a snarky streak, dropping deadpan jokes at her boss's constant schemes to kill Superman or acquire more power, but other times she's an obedient servant who executes Lex's will without complaint.

Tynion was the one who brought her back to prominence in the comics recently for his Hell Arisen mini. He wanted someone for Lex to talk to and bounce ideas off of, and that to me is Mercy's purpose narratively speaking. She's not his conscience, if anything she's one of his biggest enablers, but she's there to call attention to flaws in his logic that he misses because he's an egomaniac. Lex keeps her around mainly for that purpose, but I can see two other reasons for why he values her. The first is that she is the model for what he wants the rest of humanity to be like, he uplifted her and made her life better, and in return she is unquestionably devoted to him. In Mercy he has an example both of what he can do for others, and what he expects from them in return. Makes for a nice contrast with the Clois relationship, Clark's female counterpart is his equal (and in the area of reporting, his superior). He loves Lois for her independence and personality. Lex's female counterpart is his subordinate who doesn't ever step outside the boundaries he sets, even when Mercy does push back, it's only within the limits of insubordination that Lex will tolerate.

Secondly I think Lex does want one of the "little people" on hand for him to grandstand at. Justifying all the evil actions he takes as being for the greater good of humanity is easier to do when you've got one of those humans nodding attentively, and helping him achieve his goals. If it's gotten to the point where even Mercy is balking at following Lex further down the road to hell, that's a sign Lex has abandoned even the pretense of caring for anyone besides himself. Losing Mercy wouldn't stop him from pushing forward, but it would rob him of his most valuable underling, the one who keeps his most potent weapon at peak efficiency: his mind.

Coming up Mercy is going to be at the center of the DCU for a bit. Lazarus Planet seems to be giving her the cyborg powerset of the animated Young Justice incarnation. She's involved in the Kal-El Returns crossover, helping Lex achieve his objectives. Williamson is also going to be using her during his Superman run, she'll be in charge of Lexcorp while Lex is locked up. Aside from her change in status quo, I want to know more about her current comic incarnation's background and personality. What drew her to Lex in the first place? Why does she follow him? Is it just for the money or something more? Be a shame to not answer those questions while there's all these eyes on her. Mercy is an interesting and excellent henchwoman, and it's good to see that kind of character making a comeback.

[spectres-fulcrum]

Kalluzeb-The Great War

I am still so in love with Midnights by Taylor Swift. I'm listening to other music now but I'm at the point where songs are hitting me individually so I get to appreciate them. Right now The Great War is hitting me and especially with how Kalluzeb it is and it's just insane how Kalluzeb it is. Especially verse 3 and how it's literally the night of Bahryn but put up with another lyric analysis from me. I think we'll start with verse 2 since in verse 1, it's clear the couple is already together and fighting which is not the case in Kalluzeb.

"You drew up some good faith treaties/I drew curtains, drank my poison all alone/You said I have to trust more freely" I feel like the you is Zeb, and I is Kallus. Kallus is isolated, alone, drinking poison and Imperial propaganda. While Zeb isn't drawing up good faith treaties, the crew would be willing to give any deserter a fair chance. And Zeb even tells Kal he needs to ask questions.

"And maybe it's the past that's talking/screaming from the crypt/telling me to punish you for things you never did/so I justified it" This is both sided. Kallus going after Zeb because of what Saw's lasat did, Zeb attacking Kallus for his "lead role" on Lasan. Screams from the crypt, screams from both sides, echoing in both minds.

It turned into something bigger/somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed/Your finger on my hairpin trigger-This is repition of before. They began as Imperial and Rebel-the something bigger, the hairpin trigger was Onderon and Lasan.

But then my mental image changes to Bahryn. To Kallus on the ground and Zeb standing over him. To Zeb climbing up to find Kallus pointing a rifle at him to all the choices made.

Soldier down on that icy ground/looked up at me with honor and truth-This is the second time Taylor has directly referenced a descriptor of Bahryn in a very Kalluzeb esque song(The first being Ivy and incandescent, which was literally used in concept art to describe the meteorite) but that is neither here nor there(Or is it?). But on the snow and icy ground of Bahryn, they learn that the other has honor, Zeb learns that Kallus honors the Boosahn Keeraw. Kallus opens up about Onderon. They both look up at each other.

Broken and blue, so I called off the troops-Kallus was literally broken, they were literally frozen, and they looked at each other and realized how hurt they were. Grief littered their pasts. And so when Kallus had a rifle pointed at Zeb, he saved him instead, and when he returned to the Empire, he called off his troops. He switched to the other side.

And the chorus only works for them in the final spot.

My hand was the one you reached for/all throught the great war/.../I vowed I would always be yours/cause we survived the the great war-For the actual war, Yavin and afterwards, Kal's hand is the one that Zeb reaches for and they both vow to always be each others because they survive and there's no glory in winning, it was war, it wasn't fair, but they won't go back. They go to Lira San, where they can be each other’s cause they survived and found each other.

It’s all so… fitting. And idk how to end this post and sleeping pills are hitting me so I will leave you alk there. Good night

[jinxxedmisery]

Hey! So, i saw you took my request for Misa but i was wondering if you could take another request?😊Just a headcanon about the Wammy boys and if their S/O name gets written in the Death Note. How would they react? What would happen if their S/O just had a heart attack in front of them. Would they try to save them or spend their last moments together?🤔 It can be female or gender neutral, your choice! Also, i want to say thank you for writing the Misa headcanon i requested!!😁❤😊 Have a good day

Aw you’re very welcome, anon! It was quite interesting to write, especially since I’d never written anything for Misa before that. And this one seems just as interesting to write... Idk how my angst writing skills are... but enough of my rambling... let’s go!! 

Oh and btw, I excluded BB this time cuz I don’t know much about him tbh.. Just that he’s a serial killer born with Shinigami eyes or sth like that (I’m gonna fix that over the next few days so I might edit this and add him later so if he’s your fav I’m sorry 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️)

Trigger warning: Angst, death and swearing!

L

It always seemed as though L was one step ahead of Kira

Reasonably... L assumed you wouldn’t be caught up in this, seeing as you were a normal person, almost completely uninvolved with the case.

However, what L didn’t realize is that Kira would do ANYTHING to get to L.

And now there he was... 

Witnessing your death.

The utter agony in your eyes made him sick. He had seen many people die... However now that it was you... 

He almost walked away to save himself from the sight of your cold, dead eyes.. 

But he remained there by your side until you drew your very last breath. 

He kissed your forehead, bidding you farewell.

He hoped to see you in another life

And he swore that he’d bring Kira to justice... For you.

Mello

After the gang had gotten the Death Note, they needed to confirm it worked. 

Rod had suggested they use it on some of the lower ranking people in the room... 

Little did Mello know, you happened to be one of them.. 

So, the guy they chose to use the Death Note, Kal Snyder wrote your name down along with a couple other guys.

Mello’s eye’s widened as he saw you collapse along with the others. 

“What the actual fuck Snyder? You do realize I was in a relationship with them right?” Mello barked.

“S... Sorry.. I thought-”

“No, no excuses, Fuck you” Mello pointed his gun at Snyder’s head, clicking the safety off.

No one... and I mean NO ONE killed Mello’s S/O and lived to tell the tale.

He then shot Snyder in the forehead, killing the bastard. 

Then his attention turned to you. 

You were already dead, but still, he softly kissed your lips one last time before standing up. 

His rage boiled and soon overflowed as he snapped and shot the rest of his gang.

The only thing that could calm him down now was some chocolate of the very darkest, most bitter variety.

Matt

Matt thought he’d done everything he could to protect you... 

But turns out.. Kira had gotten to you regardless.

It happened in the car while he was driving.

Cigarette hanging out of his mouth, one hand on the steering wheel the other resting atop your hand. 

When suddenly you spasmed in pain.

“Shit...shit.. shit.. SHIT” Matt screamed out.

He immediately pulled over. 

Matt knew what was happening.. But he didn’t want to believe it.

“Y/N! Y/N! Hey stay with me.” He desperately attempted to bring you back to your senses... Hoping, praying that this was something different, something you could recover from..

But soon, as you stopped breathing, and his attempts at CPR proved futile...

The reality that Kira had truly killed you hit him like a ton of bricks. 

He cried for you... He’d never lost someone this close to him before.. 

He was sure this would stay with him for the rest of his life...

Near

Near had seen this coming... 

But no matter what he did, he couldn’t find a reasonable way to prevent this.

You had been killed by Kira right in front of him. 

As much as his heart hurt for you, he refused to show it. 

Anyone who looked at him would barely be able to tell that anything was wrong.. 

But still he was hurting. 

However, he knew that now wasn’t the time for mourning.

He knew he’d get Kira in the near future. 

He’d avenge your death.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Interviews - Henry Cavill x wife/actress reader

Summary: You and Henry have been married for a couple years now, and when you’re both part of the Witcher cast, fun interviews are to be had.

Warning: nothing but a good time, btw I’ve never written anything like this so I hope it’s good enough that I might feel motivated to write more

-Readers Witcher character is loosely based off my Geralt fic from here (just a little self promotion), but in this case you play a full vampire in this Witcher universe

The days have been long and grueling, filming hours upon hours of stunts and regular acting had taken its toll. Not to mention the countless times in hair and make up paired with costume changes and traveling to film on certain locations.

To say being apart of Netflix’s The Witcher was full of tiring days and some accidental bruises would be a huge understatement. But none of that mattered, nor did you bother to complain when through the thick and thin of it all did you have Henry with you along the way. And your favorite big slobbery bear, Kal whenever he was allowed on set.

Fortunately for you in the beginning of all the craziness, the casting and writers had wanted you specifically for the part of Y/C/N in the new series before Henry even auditioned for the role of Geralt, that was soon given to him after you accepted your fresh role of vampiric heroine.

It was ironically strange in a good way, you had watched your dork of a husband play the Witcher: Wild Hunt a few times before, eventually learning of what Geralt of Rivia was, who Y/C/N was in the story, who Yennefer and Ciri were, Tris and even Jaskier.

Who would have thought that you’d finally get to snag a role side by side with Henry in quite literally one of the most fantastic shows you’ve ever heard of. You didn’t even need to see the show yet to know how well it was most likely to be reviewed. Being a key character in the grand storyline was enough to convince you of how amazing it would most certainly turn out in the finished product.

And after all was said and done, you couldn’t believe how well loved and popular the show truly became in the following months after shooting and its eventual release onto Netflix. The after parties and cast celebrations truly made you blessedly grateful for pulling through to the vary end.

Then again you had your mans Henry by your side every step of the way. He was your rock and you were most definitely his. You know life on set would have been far less entertaining and dreadfully long if not for the lovely company of your dear Witcher, Henry. And so far after the fact, you and a good portion of the cast have been placed in random interviews for the majority of the day.

Reason being, The Witcher has at long last finally premiered and as per usual the people and media live for those cast interviews that always reveal some interesting events. So far this morning you’ve done some interviews with Anya that have gone perfectly fine since the two of you seem to click so well.

Also it helps ease the anxiety of your fellow newer cast mates to the world of continuous interviews with an experienced veteran actor like yourself, who’s gone round the ring more times then you can count. Though you can’t help but wonder how Henry’s doing, considering you’ve been separated since the sessions began at 10am, you’ve had lunch and now it’s about 1 in the afternoon with more hours to go.

Luckily for you, you’ve just been informed of another interview with the man of the hour himself. Saying your goodbyes and well wishes to your fellow cast mates, you stand and follow the guide into the advised place. Aka some really nice hotel room that’s been done up real nice for efficient interviewing, complete with the Witcher insignia on a large background poster and three chairs that happen to look rather comfy.

The camera and sound people nod in acknowledgment as you walk in, you nod back no doubt making their day with your friendliness and adorable smile that quite literally lights up a room. Soon you spot the bubbly yet nervous interviewee who instantly welcomes you into her space like you’re an old friend.

You sit, a bit confused as to where your partner happens to be at the moment, the interviewer, Lauren makes small talk before a door opens and her big bright doe eyes go wide in nervous excitement. A telling smile upon her face as she shifts in her chair before looking back to you again with a happy grin.

Henry says a quick hello to the behind the scenes crew before waving to Lauren, you smirk while watching him get comfortable next to you, “Well, well, well. Get lost on your way up, you know they have guides for a reason.” You tease as he chuckles at your humorous jab, relieved to see you again after a couple hours apart.

“Traffic.” He quips with a shrug.

“Uh huh.” You mutter with a shake of your head before drawing your attention back to Laura, “Can’t take him anywhere I swear, he does this all the time.”

She laughs as Henry pretends to gasp at your teasing, you chuckle along with them before she finally collects herself, “Well, welcome back to London. It’s fantastic to have you both in town once again, and your big beautiful faces all over Leicester Square.”

You both laugh, “Right.” Says Henry, “I guess we do look pretty cool.”

“Hell yeah, I mean where else can I see myself with a giant sword on a building? And anyways look at this beautiful mug,” You say gently squeezing Henry’s cheeks in your hand, “he’s literally killing it out there.” They laugh as you give Hen another playful squeeze before letting go and setting your arm against the chairs cushioned armrest. 

“Alight let’s start.” She says enthusiastically before glancing down at her cards then back up to you and Henry. Then into one of the two the cameras, “Hi I’m Lauren from Entertainment Weekly and today we’re here with the two stars of Netflix’s The Witcher.” She says enthusiastically while giving a nod to you two, indicating that the camera is now focused on you both, “Henry Cavill and Y/N Cavill.”

You both smile in acknowledgment as Henry gives a slight nod, “How you doing?”

“I’m great,” She beams, “So, I’ll get right into it, what do you like most about the story? What really drew you into the script that made you say, yes this is going to be awesome?”

Slapping a hand against Henry’s muscular leg, you hum, “I’ll let Hen take this one he’s a real expert on the linguistics of the whole show.”

“Thanks Y/N/N.” Replies Henry, bemused that you’re making him take the first question.

You nod to him knowingly with a smirk, “Of course.” Knowing how much he loves to talk about the show and also because you’d rather have him use his energy to talk about it then do that yourself. Priorities, right, though in your defense it’s been a long day.

“Well I absolutely love the games and the books themselves are phenomenal works of literature.” He explains, his face glowing with that usual glimmer of excitement in his eyes, “The story and the world of the Witcher is just so rich and full of potential that when I signed on for the show, I immediately knew it would be amazing, no doubt.”

You lean into the arm of you chair, “And of course I was there so that’s always a bonus.”

“That too.” He smiles adorably, “That too of course.”

Lauren smiles, “Great. So, what was it like working together, how was it having your characters interact with one another?”

You smile, setting a hand against Henry’s forearm, “This guy right here.” You deadpan before waving him off dramatically, “So annoying, my god he whined all the time and he was such a drama queen dear lord so ugh....” You start cackling before you can even finish the sentence causing Henry to loose it as well and with that the interviewer.

Shaking your head you rest your hand against his shoulder, “I joke, he was a gem to work with as usual...I mean I feel incredibly blessed to be able to act alongside my husband for months and months every single day. It’s a rarity in this line of work and I’m grateful to have shared this experience...and I guess more so this whole adventure with him as well.”

The interviewer aww’s as Henry tilts his head to lean into your hand that’s still resting atop his shoulder before pulling away just as quickly, the intimate sentiment not going unnoticed by you or Lauren who looks to be enjoying your loving yet calm energy with one another. “That’s so sweet, what about you Henry?”

“Oh yes absolutely,” Agrees Henry to your recent statement, “not only did I have her by my side through it all but the dynamic of our characters interacting together was so fun to shoot. I think the audience will really be able to see their relationship grow on screen into something strong and beautiful like in the books.”

Slow clapping you give him a curt nod of approval, “Well said.”

Lauren smirks, “Seems like it. Well, I was able to catch the premier yesterday and I gotta say...it was fantastic! I couldn’t believe how diffident the two of you looked from how you are now.” She gushes enthusiastically.

The corners of Henry’s lips curl into a proud smile for the fellow crew of the Witcher’s, “Oh that’s great then, honestly we gotta give all the props to the costume and makeup team, they’re so talented and know how to make us look like real badasses.” He adds.

You nod in agreement before grinning at a positive memory of your first interaction with Henry as Geralt, “Oh for sure, I remember during the early stages of production when our characters met each other for the first time, before this we came to set together but went separate ways to shoot our own stuff in the meantime so I never got a real look at him.” You recall with a bright smile as Henry watches your every move, beaming just the same.

“It was so funny, I was in the tent with Freya Allen, the wonderful girl who plays Ciri, and then suddenly her eyes got all big and nervous and I was like, that’s not me right? Something weird didn’t just happen with my costume? And then I turned around to find this man, wig on, face a mess, and his eyes looked so fearsome and different...it was a bit startling.” You say with a chuckle, “I clearly wasn’t expecting to see Geralt right then and there. He just looked so unlike Henry.”

“Yeah, I was almost hurt.” Laughs Henry, “She had to like squint and make sure it was me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shrug, “He had some real creepy looking colored contacts, yunno?”

Henry fake scoffs, “You’re one to talk, I mean when I first say her, Y/N’s eyes were red and she had fake blood spattered all over her face and shirt. Oh, and not to mention those fangs they put on your teeth...we probably traumatized poor Freya that day.”

“Oh shit you’re right!” You exclaim with a snort of concealed laughter, “God I completely forgot about how I looked...now since I think about it, I did that a lot too. I would just walk up to people and be completely oblivious as to what kind of nightmare I looked like, honestly I might have scared one of our producers a couple of times.” You add with a half nervous laugh, it’s true, you did scare some of the crew unintentionally. Most of the time.

Lauren lightly chuckles, “That sounds like you were quite the sight to see then.” She says before glancing back down at her notes, “Alright I have’ta ask, is there anything that you two took home with you from set?”

“Besides Henry every night,” He holds back a laugh while covering his mouth as you nonchalantly continue, “Uh, yes actually I got to take home Y/C/N’s wolf ring that I loved so much and just thought was the coolist thing ever and....uh, I might have stolen some socks too.”

“So that’s why after filming the amount of socks of yours I had to fold increased?” Wonders Henry with a surprised snort of realization.

Turning your head to give him a “no shit” kinda look, you look back at Lauren, pointing your thumb at Henry, “Master sleuth right here, but hey, he folds my laundry.”

“Aw that’s great.” Adds Lauren with a smile before turning her attention to Henry, “What about you Henry? Take anything from set?”

“More then Y/N did actually...”

“He just about took the whole makeup trailer most nights, I swear.”

Henry chuckles, “That. Is true.” He agrees with a nod, “Interesting enough, at home I’ve got Geralt’s armor hung up in our living room and a multitude of other nicknacks that I’ve collected during filming.” He adds, glancing over to you, “So uh, yeah, we were fairly lucky to be able to snag what we could.”

Lauren smiles, absentmindedly shuffling her cards, “That’s awesome to have such special memorabilia, you guys really are fortunate.” She adds before reading off from another card, “Alright you two, care to play a game called guess the image? Witcher style.”

Your face perks up at this, you’re a sucker for interview games and Henry knows it, “Are you reading my mind or something, I have been waiting all day for someone to ask about playing a game.” You gush rather enthusiastically. 

He smiles at your adorableness and how excited you’ve just become, Lauren grins, happy that her suggestion has been so well received, “Okay so how it works is, I’ll show you an image on my iPad and then you have to guess who or what I’m showing you.”

“Oh, cool I’ve heard of this,” You reply, turning to Henry with a smirk, “Loser has to clean Kal’s yard poop for a week.”

Rolling his gorgeous blue eyes he chuckles, “You’re on.”

“Alright, the stakes are high, you two ready?” Beams Lauren, holding her iPad to her chest as she awaits an answer.

“Yes, I’m ready to kick his ass.” You quip, leaning an arm against your chair while Henry does about the same, though he does his best to contain his laughter.

“Okay, first image.” She holds up the device to show some sort of weird golden thing, it’s shiny and hard, worst part is that you’re not entirely sure what the hell it could be.

Sensing your confusion Henry nudges your shoulder, though you ignore it before he smartly answers, “Oh, is that...Renfri’s brooch?” Little shit knows exactly what that is, of course he does.

Lauren claps, “Correct.” Zooming out of the image to show the full picture of the golden brooch, “Right on, that’s one point for Mr. Cavill.”

You scoff playfully, “Beginners luck.” While Henry side eyes you with a humorous grin upon his plush lips, he nudges your arm, “I’m going to really enjoy not cleaning up Kal’s grass turds for awhile.” He mutters lightheartedly, though you know deep down he’s being serious, no way is he going to win this, you think. You won’t have it, hopefully the next few pictures aren’t as difficult, Kal duty is not fun by any means.

“Shut up.” You grumble with a dismissive wave of your hand, though just teasing of course.

“Okay next image.” This time the blurred photo looks much more familiar, soon it clicks as to what the obscured blurriness actually is, yes!

“Got it! Anya’s er I guess Yennefer’s dress from the fight at Sodden.” Lauren giggles, zooming the image out to reveal Yennefer in her tasseled blue and purple dress from the battle at Sodden Hill. “I’m amazing I know.” You boast at Henry with a casual little bow in your seat.

“It’s the second question.” He deadpans, eyes crinkling in amusement as you shake your head at him.

“Pffff get outta here.” You mutter back, gently pushing his arm off of your chairs armrest and setting yours in its place while he gives you a fake shocked expression.

In turn you can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips, so instead of saying some sassy remark that would no doubt get a reaction out of him, you turn your attention back over to Lauren who’s looking over her notes again.

“Fantastic,” She says, glancing back up at you and Henry, “you’re both tied with one point each. Alright, anyone know what this is?” She asks showing something red and fuzzy, a bit of dirty skin showing from one corner but with The Witcher this bloody image could literally be anything.

The both of you squint, puzzled as to what this could be, “Y/N you got any ideas.” Wonders Henry, brows furrowed as his face contorts into deep concentrated thought.

Raising a brow, you hum, “If I knew I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Fair point.” He chuckles.

Lauren smiles, “Any guesses?”

 After a few concentrated moments, Henry shrugs in defeat,  “I’m stumped.” He admits as you study the image harder, mind racing to put the pieces together as to what the hell you’re looking at.

“No, I think I might know this....erm is it...me?” You wonder, voice raising in question, hoping to be correct about this or face the teasing of Henry.

Lauren quickly zooms out of the obscured image, “It is!” She says excitedly, revealing the picture of you from your characters debut in episode 2 where you save a girl from a werewolf, your mouth is covered in blood and so is most of your costumes chest area and left arm from the struggle. Not to mention the make-up teams fun 20 minutes of throwing fake sticky blood all over you to get the right look for the taxing scene.

You grimace a bit, “Oh god that was quite the day on set,” You recall with a half smile, “I was doing stunts all day covered in that red syrupy dye, I think it took a week to get out of my skin.”

Henry suddenly snorts with laughter, “Right! That reminds me, I thought Kal had gotten cut or something, it was just Y/N who had hugged him not realizing she still had some fake blood on her arm.”

“Jeez that’s right, I felt so bad, but I couldn’t stop laughing once we realized it was just me.”

Lauren grins, excited to hear some hidden information about little things that happens behind the scenes, “Oh wow that must have been a sight, alright Henry, Y/N’s taken the lead with a two to one score.” She says as you playfully nudge his strong shoulder. “Second to last image, what is this?”

Without missing a single beat Henry replies, “Jaskier.”

Squinting at the image you lean closer to the iPad, “How the hell do you see Jaskier?”

Smiling the interviewer zooms out to reveal the bards full outfit from the banquet scene, though he’s in the background of a fight between Geralt and some Cintran knights. “Right on!” She exclaims as you lean back into your seat dumbfounded, shoulder flush against Henry’s as he clutches your arm and squeezes it affectionately.

Ignoring his silent show of victory you shrug, “And they say he’s just another pretty face,” Earning a laugh from Lauren and some of the crew as you smirk at the camera, face them shifting to apologetic, “also I’m so sorry Joey you beautiful bastard apparently I’m blind. Uh, we don’t have to dwell on it, Lauren whatcha got?”

“You guys are both tied with two points each, last chance to win.” She replies before glancing down at her iPad, “Alright, what is this?” She asks, her iPad showing that of fuzzy bright colors, with a small corner smear of dull white that clearly wouldn’t make much sense to the untrained eye.

Smirking you glance at a puzzled Henry before sitting up in your seat, feeling rather good about yourself, “Would that happen to be, Hen in Stregobor’s illusion?” You answer with, though sounding a bit as a question considering you aren’t entirely confident as to what image this is.

Lauren’s brows raise in surprise, “Henry, looks like we have a winner. Y/N you are correct.” She beams, enlarging the image to reveal Geralt’s side profile as he talks to the old wizard while the background stays colorful and shrouded in various arrays of sunlight..

Shaking your fist victoriously in the air you give a couple enthusiastic whoop whoops while Henry simply takes it like a champ, “Have fun cleaning up Karl’s monster turds, cause this lucky lady doesn’t have to.” You boast as Henry and the crew laugh.

“Well that was something,” Beams Lauren, “I’m so glad to have chatted for a bit about your guys’ amazing new series, and maybe ended a relationship in the process.” She says jokingly as both you and Henry chuckle.

Patting his thigh affectionately, you smirk, “He’s a tough old bear, but yeah, it was awesome having you talk to us.”

“Yes, take care now.” Adds Henry while the interviewer Lauren stands, saying her goodbyes as she goes to exit the room.

The camera crew take a small break to adjust things and whatnot as you and Henry wait patiently for the next interviewer. He turns, an adorable smile pulling at his lips while you pretend to ignore his fiery gaze. “Well that went pretty well, minus the fact that I’m on Kal poop duty for a week...but uh...” He leans in close to you now, “I missed you all morning.”

Breaking out into a smile you raise a brow, “Boring without me huh?”

“Always.”

You casually shrug, “I figured as much. Don’t worry, we have a hotel all to ourselves tonight.” Your brows wiggle suggestively causing your blue eyed lover to shake his head with amusement.

“Say it louder next time.” He jokes.

Side eyeing the oblivious crew you begin to speak a couple octaves louder, “Henry I can’t wait to fu..” Suddenly his hand presses against your mouth before you’re able to call any attention to yourself. He gives you a warning look before slowly pulling his hand from your mouth.

You grin mischievously, “I wasn’t gonna say that...”

“Sure Y/N,” He mutters in your ear as a new interviewer walks into the room and finds their chair, “and I’m wasn’t going to make you scream tonight.”

Your brows raise in surprise and admittedly slight arousal at his choice of wording in this room of all places. Eyeing him up, face still showing surprise, you finally break out into a satisfied smirk. “You know what? I think you should consider changing your offer.”

He thinks deeply for a moment, though you know he’s only pretending to get you riled up, “Hrmm...maybe, possibly, should I? Should we? You are my co-star after all, that wouldn’t be very professional now would it Y/N?” He states with a shit eating grin, all done while the crew and interviewer get ready, minding their business and completely unaware to yourself and Henry’s teasing.

Scoffing playfully you lightly swat his arm, “We are way past being professional.”

He chuckles, looking from you to the rest of the room, “Oh, they have no idea.”

[falcqns]

Over Again

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Part two to To Be So Lonely. You work with Tom again, and is forced to face Henry.

Warnings:

A/N: Here’s part two! Hope you enjoy!

Said I'd never leave her

'Cause her hands fit like my t-shirt

Tongue-tied over three words, cursed

Running over thoughts that make my feet hurt

Bodies intertwined with her lips

The next few years with you and Sebastian went great. Both you and Sebastian had issued a statement discussing what had happened, as well as Henry. The media was all over it for a few weeks, but eventually, it died down. Henry was able to maintain his role on The Witcher, but you had heard that things between him and production were a little tense. He hadn’t made any more movies, and rarely appeared at public events, such as award shows. You felt bad for the way he was being treated, but Sebastian reassured you that its what he deserved.

You and Sebastian had gotten married, and had a 2 year old daughter named Lerae Georgeta Stan. You continued to work, doing big projects such as a few Marvel movies, and quite a few Tom Cruise movies. When Tom called you and asked if you wanted to be in the new Mission Impossible, you said yes. He had told you that Henry would be appearing well, but you insisted everything would be fine. Henry had seemed very remorseful the last few years, and you weren’t one to hold grudges. You’d have scenes with him, but Tom assured you there would always be another person in the scene with you at least.

Sebastian was happy for you, of course, but he was still nervous. You understood his nervousness, and when he asked if him and Lerae could come with you, you agreed. You hadn’t ever left your daughter, and you weren’t planning on it anytime soon. You didn’t want to be one of those ‘celebrity moms’ who never see their children.

You arrived in England a few weeks after getting the role, and you, Seb, and Lerae found an apartment which was close to the set, and planned to come to set whenever they could. Seb still wanted Lerae to experience a normal childhood, and explore London, so he planned on taking her out to do “Daddy - Daughter” activities in the city.

You had arrived on set the first day of shooting, without your husband and daughter. They were supposed to come, but Lerae threw a huge tantrum the night before out of pure exhaustion, so Sebastian decided it would be best to keep her home for the day, so you were on your own. You had worked with some of your co stars before, and the ones you hadn’t worked with, you had met previously. Working with Tom Cruise had its benefits. You didn’t see Henry, but everyone else was there.

Now she's feeling so low since she went solo

Hole in the middle of my heart like a polo

And it's no joke to me

So can we do it all over again?

Just as you were finishing up in Hair and Makeup, Henry walked through the door. Every one said hello to him, but you just gave him a nice smile, to which he didn’t return, his eyes averting to the ground. Everyone was finished a few minutes later, and then it was just you, Henry, and the hair and makeup artists. You were about to say hello to him, when your phone rang. You answered, and your heart dropped.

“I have to go back to the States today,” Sebastian said, and you heard him sniffle. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“What? Why?” You asked.

He sighed before talking. “Apparently a good 20 minutes of footage is unusable because the files on the camera card corrupted, so I have to go back to reshoot. I’m so sorry.” Sebastian said, and you heard him breaking down over the phone, and your daughter asking why her daddy was crying.

“Sweetheart,” You said gently, and noticed Henry’s face get even sadder. “It’s okay. Bring Lerae here, and you head back. I can manage her on my own for a few days, okay?” You said, and Sebastian calmed down.

“O-Okay. I’ll bring her in about an hour.” He said, and you nodded.

“Sounds good. How long will you be gone?”

“Only about a week. I’m just feeling bad because we just got here,a dan now I have to leave you alone to parent in a whole new country while shooting a movie.” He explained, and you chuckle. “We’ll survive. We’ve had weeks alone before, dont worry, okay?”

“Okay.” Sebastian said. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay. Te iubesc,” You said.

“Și eu te iubesc,” He responded, and he hung up.

Your hair and makeup was finished soon after, and you headed out of the trailer. Henry’s eyes followed you out, but didn’t say anything. You walked over to Tom and explained the situation, to which he was very understanding.

Not too much later, Sebastian sent you a text saying he was here, and you walked over to meet him at the entrance to set. His eyes were still red and puffy, and Lerae was clinging to him for dear life, obviously afraid of the big burly security guards.

“Hi sweetie,” You said, and your daughter reached out for you. “Hi, Mama,” She said, before she pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Hi other sweetie,” You said as you turned to Sebastian, who smiled as well. “Hi baby,” he said. He gave you a sweet kiss, and handed you Lerae’s diaper bag. She was mostly potty trained, but did tend to have accidents sometimes, just like a normal two year old. Seb then wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you into his chest. Lerae giggled, and rested her head on his chest too.

“We’ll be okay, my love,” You whispered, and he nodded.

“I know. I just worry sometimes.” He said and you nodded. “It’s okay.”

He sniffled again and pulled you two closer. “I should go, or I’m going to miss my flight, but I’ll call you when I land, okay?” He promised, and drew your lips in for a kiss, which made Lerae gag. “Ew, Dada!” She exclaimed, hiding her face behind her Winter Soldier bear. Sebastian chuckled, and lifted her out of your arms.

“be good for mama, okay? Dada will be back on Sunday,” He said, and she nodded. “I pwomise Dada. I be good.” Sebastian smiled, and hugged her to his chest. He pressed kisses on her cheek, which she returned, and then she was handed back to you. The three of you said your goodbyes, and you two watched as Sebastian walked away.

“Okay, honey. We’re going to go to my trailer and play there until Mama has to go film.” You explained as she wiggled out of your embrace to walk on her own. “Otay Mama. I see Uncle Tom?” She asked, as she gripped your hand and you two made your journey to the trailers. “Yes honey, we can go see Uncle Tom in a little bit.” She nodded, and you watched as she gazed around at the buildings on set. She had been on set’s before, but she was always so interested. You and Sebastian had a suspicion that she is a star in the making.

You two passed the makeup trailer just as Henry was coming out, and you smiled at him. He gave you a sad smile in return and retreated to his trailer to wait to be called to set. You two walked inside your own trailer, and Lerae climbed up on the couch to take her shoes off.

The two of you were able to stay in the trailer for a few more hours, her colouring, and you rehearsing lines, before a PA knocked on your door and told you they needed you on set in 20 minutes. You got changed into your costume, and Lerae gasped as she saw what you were wearing. You had a yellow sundress with white flowers on it, with matching yellow ballet flats.

She scrambled up, and gave you a hug. “You so pwetty, Mama.” Your heart melted and you lifted up your little girl. “Thank you, baby. Let’s get out shoes on and head to set, okay? We get to see Uncle Tom!” Lerae giggled, and slid out of your grasp. She got her shoes on and gripped her “Bucky Bear” in her hands, and followed you out.

You were reminding her that when the cameras are rolling, she has to be quiet, and sit in your chair nicely, when she squealed. You looked up, and saw Henry. “Mama! Supaman!” She exclaimed, and your stomach flipped. “Yeah, baby, that is Superman. Maybe if you’re nice enough, he’ll say hi to you,” And she nodded with a determined look on her face.

Henry noticed you, and then his eyes drifted down to Lerae. He smiled, and gave her a wave. She then decided to take off running to go say hello to one of her favourite superhero’s. You followed after her, and smiled when Henry finally talked to you.

“Hi, Y/N,” He said, giving you a tentative smile.

“Hey. Listen, you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me. It’s been 3 years since then, and we’ve all moved on. I’m sorry for what my friends did to your career. I never wanted that to happen.” You said, and he smiled warmly.

“Thanks. And, you don’t have to apologize. What I did was horrible, and I deserved what happened. I don’t blame you, or anyone. I was actually hoping to a police to Sebastian about what happened, but I guess he left,” He said, glancing down at your daughter who had her face smushed against his leg, and gazing around the room.

“He’ll be back Sunday. He feels really bad too, so I think you two talking it out is the best thing.” Henry nodded, just before Tom came up and scooped up his niece.

“Hey, you two. We’re about to start. I’ll watch her.” He mentioned, while tickling her belly, and you thanked him, before moving to start filming.

If you're pretending from the start

Like this with a tight grip

Then my kiss can mend your broken heart

I might miss everything you said to me

The rest of the week went well, with Lerae glued to Henry. You two hadn’t had a moment alone to actually talk, but Michelle and Rebecca came into your trailer and insisted that they could watch your daughter so you could go talk to him.

You knocked on his trailer door, and heard a faint ‘come in!’, so you entered. He smiled at you as he was petting Kal, who ran up to you.

“I was hoping to actually talk to you about what happened.” You said and Henry nodded. “Me too.”

You sat down on the couch, and pet Kal, while Henry sat next to you. You took a deep breath before speaking. “I’m really sorry. If I had known how you were feeling, I wouldn’t have mentioned it, or at least brought it up in a different way. And I definitely wouldn’t have talked about him as much as I did. I was just in love, and wanted to tell everyone about him,” You said and Henry nodded.’

“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I guess I built up how our first meeting would go in my head, and then I got angry when it went in a completely different way. Sebastian told me how excited you were to work with me, and on The Witcher, and I instantly felt bad. I wanted to come and apologize but you were gone, and the damage was already done.” He said, his eyes down cast.

You scrunched up your eyebrows. “How bad was it after?” You asked.

Henry looked up at you. “I got screamed at. By everyone. Anya, Freya, Joey, Lauren, and Director, everyone. Anya, Freya and Joey didn’t talk to me for a god two months afterwards, and everyone else was extremely harsh on me. My agent and manager said they had never seen someone act the way I did, and that they were considering dropping me. Thankfully, they didn’t, but it was very tense for a while. I’ve never seen my parents more angry at me. I honestly thought they were going to disown me. Once I had made my statement, I couldn’t find work. Until this movie, I was relying solely on The Witcher for income. Which, is okay while were filming, but the cheques aren’t as big after filming wraps. I thought for sure that I’d lose this role too when you found out, but I’m very thankful that I didn’t.”

You smiled sadly. “I don’t hold grudges. You’ve changed, I’ve changed, and everyone’s moved on. We’re all good. And don’t worry too much about talking to Sebastian. Knowing him, he’s going to try to apologize for getting me first,” You joked, and Henry laughed.

“You two seem happy. Sometimes I wonder if we could have been that happy,” he remarked sadly, and you nodded.

“Maybe in another life. But, we’ll never know.” You said, and Henry smiled.

“I’m just happy that we can be friends,” He said. “You’re daughter seems amazing. What’s her name?” He asked, as he gazed out the window where she was playing tag with Rebecca and Michelle.

“Her name’s Lerae. It means ‘strong and brave’, which she is. She was born two months premature, and she fought like hell the entire time.” You explained, your eyes drifting to her. She was running around, her blue eyes reflecting off the sun. You could see so much of Sebastian in her.

“She’s the real superhero. Not me,” Henry said and you chuckled.

“Sebastian says the same thing.”

You'll never know how to make it on your own

And you'll never show weakness for letting go

I guess it's still hard if the seed's sown

But, do you really want to be alone?

The film went smoothly after that. Sebastian arrived on Sunday, and him and Henry had a good talk, which resulted in them making plans to go to a Rugby game with some of Henry’s friends. After that game, they became really good friends. Chris and Anthony forgave him as well, and the four of them were great friends.

Lerae loved her Uncle Henry, and she loved Kal. Her daddy may be a Marvel hero, but she always had a soft spot for Superman. Henry remained involved in her life. He came to every birthday party, every dance recital, and eventually every movie premier when she grew up. He got her her first acting job at the age of 7, on The Witcher. After that, she was hooked.

You and Sebastian stayed together through everything. You gave him a son, named James Anthony Stan, when Lerae was 4. The two were inseparable, much like you and Sebastian.

Even though you and Henry remained friends, he always loved you. You’d notice it sometimes, wether it be in the way he looked at you when he thought you didn’t notice him looking, or the way he treated your children. Sometimes it wasn’t as noticeable, and you’d think it faded, but then you’d catch his eye in the right light and you saw it again.

The love.

If you're pretending from the start

Like this with a tight grip

Then my kiss can mend your broken heart

I might miss everything you said to me

And I can lend you broken parts

That might fit like this

And I will give you all my heart

So we can start it all over again

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

PLEASEEEE, PLEASEEEE another vacation of 312 squad

y'all flooded my inbox while I was at work so... thanks and enjoy

~~

Fin was never letting Tyler choose a vacation again. He trusted Tyler with his life and would follow him into the line of fire. In fact, he had followed Tyler into the line of fire. Many times.

He would break an intergalactic interdiction for Tyler, but he drew the line at camping. Fuck camping.

All that being said, he was camping. They all were, because, again, Tyler cannot be trusted to choose a vacation spot. Tyler, Saedii, Kal and Auri were enjoying the tents and the hunting and the... bugs. Fin and Scar not so much.

“Why did we let him choose camping?” Scarlett asked, curled into his side on their cot. Scar was smart enough to research enough to make them as comfortable as possible in their tent and she had done a good job, but there was only so much that could be done.

“We were outvoted by the person who suggested this bullshit, two people who were born to hunt and look good doing it and a Terran cartographer. We should have gone on our own holiday where it is sunny and warm and your brother wouldn’t be able to hear us,” Scar laughed a little at that, pinching his hip.

“I heard that!” Tyler’s voice calls through tent walls and Fin and Scar share a look before breaking into giggles.

~

Saedii and Kal had found the perfect point for competition: catching fish. And since both were very dramatic, they were doing it with their bare hands. Tyler and Auri were immensely amused.

“So when are they gonna realise that they’ve caught too many?” Auri leaned across to ask. Tyler snorted.

“When one of them is the definitive winner,” he pauses and seems to check something. “Which at this point is Saedii,” he says and Auri hits his shoulder.

“It is not!”

“I literally have a computer in my eye that has been counting their fish. Saedii is ahead by 6.” He says, eyes filled with pride. Auri rolls her eyes and lies back in the grass, looking up at the clear morning sky.

“Did you ever think you would be here?” She says and Tyler is silent in consideration.

“When I was 17? Maker no. I think my life is very different to what I thought it would be,” he pauses. “I never said thanks for that Auri,” he finally finishes. Auri breathes out.

“I never thanked you for having more faith in me than you should have. Consider us even,” she affirms and he nudged her thigh in recognition before standing.

“Alright, I’m gonna go stop those two from catching fish until dinner,” he says and the grass crunches slightly under his feet when he walks away.

She closes her eyes to the breeze and listens to Tyler’s distant voice conversing with Saedii and Kal. Eventually she hears water splashing and then Kal, hands and legs cold and wet, lays on top of her. She runs a hand through his hair and they lay there long after they hear Saedii and Tyler walk past them back to the campsite.

~

Saedii wasn’t sure what Terrans were on when they decided to light marshmallows on fire, but she has to admit it was pretty yummy. Tyler had grinned when he offered it to her and while she was hesitant, his eyes were so pretty in the firelight that she struggled to resist.

He smiled in satisfaction when her face displayed surprised pleasure and he tugs her closer under the blanket he had wrapped around their shoulders.

“Is Fin’s story making any sense to you?” Tyler whispers into her ear. She snorted.

“He’s trying to tell a Betraskan horror story to war criminals. Scarlett only understands it because she has studied Betraskan culture,” she whispers back. Tyler nods, glad he wasn’t alone in not understanding Fin’s weird story that only Scar seems to be hooked on. “I don’t think they’d notice if we snuck off right?” Saedii asks, her hand coming to rest high up on his thigh. He looked over at his squad, all in their own little world, and finally took Saedii’s hand and ran away from the fire before they could be reprimanded.

~~

Hope this was fun!

[batgurl1989]

The Heaviness

Summary: Henry helps ease your depression

Word Count: 1566

Warnings: Talk of Depression

A/N: It’s been a hard week. This is what came out of it. I hope those who feel depressed are seeking the help they need.

Taglist: @rmtndew​ @henrynerdfan​ @cynic-spirit​ @princesssterek​

I watched the shadows dance across the wall. The sun was starting its descent, and with it the guilt eating me up deepened. With this sunset, it will have been three days since I got out of bed for more than to go to the bathroom. If it weren’t for the water that kept appearing on the night table, I probably wouldn’t even be hydrating enough anymore to have to keep going. The food that kept appearing went mostly ignored. Every once in a while, I could convince myself to eat one of the protein bars that made a nice, neat pile on the table, but only when my stomach gave out loud protesting growls. But then heaviness returned, and I had to retreat.

I could hear Henry moving elsewhere in the house, Kal’s nails clicking on the hardwood as the Akita followed his owner around. Henry tried to be as quiet as possible, trying his hardest to not disturb me, which I loved about him. Of course, my love turned quickly into guilt about not being able to get out of bed. The guilt. Always the guilt. It weighed on me constantly. Usually followed by tears. Unexplained tears that soaked the pillowcase under my cheek and tempted me into changing the sheets on the bed. But no amount of temptation could convince me to get out of the cocoon I built for myself.

The comforter was pulled up over my head, only my face exposed. My hands fisted in the blanket, holding it tight around me, hoping to ward off whatever depression hadn’t already taken over me. My knees were pressed to my chest, cramping my muscles as a self-punishment for feeling this way. It wasn’t my choice, and I felt anger rise in my chest, but it would go unreleased and unanswered.

It was because of the comforter muffling my ears that I didn’t hear Henry enter the bedroom. The bed dipped under his weight as he crawled in silently behind me. This was the first time he had joined me in my mess without asking first. He knew that if he asked, I wouldn’t let him in. My depression was something I didn’t like sharing with anyone, but especially someone who brought so much light to my life.

Henry didn’t touch me; his arm didn’t come around me like it normally did when we slept at night. The guilt took a bite out of my heart; I knew it was eating him up that there wasn’t anything he could do to help me. He worried about me when I got like this. The first day I didn’t get out of bed, he checked on me numerous times, trying to coax me out of bed with promises of rom coms on Netflix and all the popcorn my stomach could handle. The second day, he understood this was going to be like last time and made a call to my doctor. My meds held off most of the depression, but sometimes they just weren’t enough to keep it all at bay.

It was the weekend. A message was left. Tomorrow would be a different day. My doctor would make a house call if he had to. But today… Today was what it was.

His strong big body radiated heat, warming me as it took over my cocoon. It wasn’t just a physical heat. Henry was sunshine and lightness that warmed the soul from the inside out. He wasn’t going to force me to come out of my shell, but he wanted me to know he was there if I needed him. Tears stung the back of my eyes as I realized I DID need him. Wanted him to be close.

The weight of the guilt and sadness that had become who I was the last couple of days eased as I rolled over and took in his beautiful blue eyes. The wrinkle of concern between his eyebrows. He carefully raised his hand to cup my cheek, giving me plenty of time to pull away if I didn’t want his touch. The second his large hand covered my cheek my tears started to fall.

I couldn’t stop them once they started. The dam had broken again, though I didn’t think I had many tears left in me. I had been wrong. His thumb swiped away the first few, but when they started to come faster, he decided to risk my anger and hugged me to him, tucking my head into the crook of his neck. He rolled, pulling me on top of him, hugging me tighter.

I shifted so I was straddling his waist, my hands fisted in his shirt as I let out all the sorrow that had built up in me. His hands stroked my back, soothing me but also not trying to stop me from crying. He didn’t say anything, just silently held me, being a safe harbour for me if I wanted him to be. And I did.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but eventually my sobs died down to soft sniffles. Awareness slammed into me, shocking my system. I had just ugly cried all over my boyfriend. Mortified, I tried to sit up, to run away from him. At least get to the bathroom and fix my greasy hair, maybe blow my nose. But his arms tightened around me, holding me in his comforting warm embrace.

“Don’t worry about it.” Henry whispered, reading my mind in that way of his. He had always been able to read my feelings on my face, and after we moved in together, it seemed he had gotten even better at it. I tried one more time to get up, but he didn’t budge. My mind had a hard time wrapping itself around the idea that Henry wanted me in his arms. “Relax. I don’t mind.”

I sighed, settling into him again. It was easier to just give up than to fight something I wanted. His shoulder and neck were soaked with my tears, so I shifted to his other shoulder, tucking my face back into his neck. His fingers drew small patterns on my back, working their way up and down my spine. My depression hadn’t left my body, leaving me still feeling heavy, but something had moved in my mind as I accepted Henry’s help bringing me back to myself minutely.

“Is it time to get out of bed?” Henry asked. He wasn’t going to force me, I knew that. If he had to, now that I seemed willing to have him around, he would live in this bed with me, probably invite Kal in too. But I felt different now, like the fog was a little less dense. More aware of what was going around me.

“Shower first.” I nodded but made no move to get up. With awareness came the realization of just how gross I felt on the outside as well as the inside. Maybe I would feel more like myself after a nice long shower. I didn’t think I deserved to ask him for anything else, so my question came out small and barely above a whisper. If I was being honest with myself, I didn’t know what I was going to do if he said no. “Will you help me?”

“Of course, love.” Henry kissed my forehead, putting my fear to rest. He seemed able to ignore the fact that I hadn’t showered in a couple of days, and probably smelt like it. My hair was barely held back in the ponytail I threw it up into three days ago, with chunks of it sticking up at weird angles, but he seemed able to ignore it. I don’t know how.

Carefully I eased my cramped body off the bed, standing up straight slowly. Henry moved with me, ready for any unbalance I may experience. I offered the only smile I could, a small one, before shuffling to the bathroom. He followed me, making sure not to rush me. His patience seemed endless, and I appreciated him all the more for it.

The real challenge came when I got into the bathroom and seemed to forget how to remove my clothes. I got tangled up in my hoodie when one of the arms somehow managed to fall into the neck hole as I tried to pull it over my head, my other arm caught in the arm of the hoodie. I fought the tears readying to spill again when I felt Henry’s steady hands carefully start to weave me out of the sweater. He dropped it to the floor once I escaped and decided to help me with the rest of my clothes.

We climbed into the shower, where he helped me shampoo my hair, getting the shampoo deep into the tangles of my hair. The conditioner he massaged into my scalp helped with the tangles as well. I sighed, leaning into his magic hands, wishing they would never stop. Though I felt the guilt and the sadness and the emptiness still, the warm water and my caring boyfriend seemed determined to chase them into a corner for now. And now that I was accepting help, it seemed like there was hope it would stay in the corner. It might only be for a few moments, but any light under the dark, heavy clouds was worth it.

[penwieldingdreamer]

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

So as life is currently passing me by and hectic at work and my brain not working as it used to, of course I forgot to post my prompt for Steph's Christmas writing Challenge 🤦🏼‍♀️ but better late then never.

My prompt was supposed to be on the 3rd of December and Michael Bublé's It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, so I decided to write for Henry on this occasion.

Hope you'll like it.

Warnings: fluff, too much sweetness I guess

Words: 562

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go

Take a look at the five and ten, it's glistening once again

With candy canes and silver lanes that glow

The snow had just been coming down, blanketing the world in a white powdery layer. Henry was happy to finally be home again - and just in time for Christmas. Y/N had decorated every little nook in the house and he could imagine the kids helping along the way. 

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be

On your own front door

As silent as he could be, the dark haired actor opened the front door, smiling at the large holly wreath she put there and hearing the kids singing off key to the Christmas songs. 

"A pair of Hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots

Is the wish of Barney and Ben

Dolls that'll talk and will go for a walk

Is the hope of Janice and Jen

And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again."

Allie sang, hopping along to the rhythm with Kal watching her carefully so he could get away from her trampling feet while Toby helped his mom cut out the Christmas cookies and put them onto the baking tray. 

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go

There's a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well

It's the sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow." 

Henry smiled at the squeals that left his children's lips when he sang along to Michael Bublé's version. Running over to their father the twins clung to his legs, grinning up at him as they chattered away about their day and how happy they were that he was finally back home. 

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Soon the bells will start

And the thing that'll make 'em ring is the carol that you sing

Right within your heart

Y/N leaned against the counter waiting her turn to get greeted by her better half along with their loyal four-legged companion. After the kids were satisfied with their welcome they went back to their tasks before Daddy had interrupted them with his homecoming. 

"I'm so glad to be home again." he mumbled softly against her lips as he drew Y/N in for a longing kiss. It had been months since he felt her softness against him and he definitely would enjoy the time being home for Christmas. "You've gone all out this time with the decorations."

Lightly brushing her fingers against his stubbled cheek, his wife grinned at him. "Your kids wanted you to be able to find your way home, meaning they put lights in every window and door we have. Poor Kal nearly got tangled up in all the cables."

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be

On your own front door

"Sure, it's Christmas once more." he sang the last line of the song, nuzzling his face into the crook of his wife's neck and lovingly scratching Kal's head. 

It definitely was looking a lot like Christmas and he couldn't wait to see his children's eyes glowing come Christmas morning. 

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[peterxwade24]

There's Magic in this Blanket

For Maribat March 2021 day 16 prompt Magic.

This is part four of my Jonc de mer and Acropora.

@maribatmarch-2k21

Enjoy~

Kaldur smiled at his best friend as they chatted over Skype. He missed being able to actually hang out with her but he figured this was the next best thing. He watched as her eyes seemed to glow for a moment and the blue yarn she had been looking for popped into her hands. He chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hey, Acropora?” He inquired.

“Yes, Jonc de mer?” She responded while she started working on something with the blue yarn.

“Did you know that your eyes glow sometimes?” He watched as she appeared to knit with her fingers.

“Yeah, Maman and Papa don’t know though. I know Maman and Papa don’t mind your gills but you don’t live in Paris where things are harder for people who are different.” Marinette frowned as she looked at the beginning of her project before looking at the screen. “Hey Jonc de mer? Hypothetically speaking, if I were to be making a blanket for a friend and their siblings, of which they have three, how wide would you think it would be?”

“Well,” Kaldur started with a smile, “if they’re all over the age of thirteen then I would make it huge.”

“Thanks. Great advice.” Marinette had a deadpan tone but a small smile on her face. “Don’t you guys have something else to do?”

“No-” Kal started before M’gann walked into the room.

“Hey, Big Broth- is that Mari? Hi Mari!” M’gann’s call of “Hi Mari!” drew Artemis and Zatanna who also needed to say hi to their brother’s almost girlfriend.

“Hey girls.” Marinette smiled before her eyes glowed again, and the three other colours she was going to use to make the blanket appeared beside her.

Zatanna’s eyes widened as she noticed the other girl’s use of magic. “You can use magic too?!” Zatanna smiled and flapped her hands just out of view of the camera.

“Sometimes?” Marinette shrugged and continued making the blanket.

---

Kaldur was sparring with Raquel when M’gann burst into the room with a large box held against her chest.

“Big Brother! Big Brother!! You received a package!!!” M’gann all but sang to Kaldur as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Kal called as he attempted to finish the spar with Raquel. It was just a few minutes later than Kal and Raquel rejoined the rest of the team, and Kal got swarmed by his three pseudo-sisters.

“Open the package!” Zatanna clapped excitedly.

Artemis nodded from where she was leaning against Wally as M’gann continued to bounce excitedly while clutching the box.

“Let’s go girls.” Kal nodded over his shoulder towards his room and waited until they had started towards his room before following. “Thank you all for putting up with our incessant secret-keeping over the past while, we’ll tell you all about it shortly.”

Kaldur walked into his room to see all three of his almost sisters sitting on his bed around the package and he sighed. “Give me the box and I’ll open it.”

Zatanna passed the box to him and then leaned against Artemis, who was leaning against M’gann. The three girls grasped each other’s hands and smiles grew on their faces while they watched Kal dramatically sigh before pulling a-

“Did you steal that from Dick?” Artemis asked as she watched Kal cut the tape on the box with a birdarang.

“He lost it, I found it. It’s mine now.” Kal shrugged as he flipped the flaps open. He pulled out a handwritten letter and a soft smile spread on his face. “”Dear Jonc de mer, Zostera noltei, Thalassia testudinum and Halophila ovalis, enclosed is the blanket I’ve been knitting for all of you. I hope you like it. Also, I’ve gifted the team some cookies from Papa and Maman’s bakery. You four have your own goodies. Let me know if you have any future requests for blankets or clothing, I’ve gotten pretty good at knitting but I’m still better at sewing. I hope this finds you well. Lots of love, Acropora.” We’ll have to make sure to thank her for the blanket and the goodies.” Kal looked at the three girls, and sighed again. “You just want to know what the blanket looks like.” Kal shook his head before he pulled the blanket out of the box.

Zatanna, Artemis and M’gann watched as Kal unfurled the blanket and gasped. Marinette had somehow woven blue, green, red and black together into a California king sized blanket. Zatanna hesitantly reached out to touch the blanket and was pleasantly surprised when she felt it and the texture didn’t set her off.

Artemis smiled as Zatanna discovered that blankets can feel soft and not scratchy. She looped her arm over the other girl’s shoulder before letting out a quiet laugh. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go give the team their cookies and then we can come back in here and enjoy our goodies, our blanket and a good movie.”

---

Kal and M’gann sat on his bed, their blanket draped across their shoulders with a movie playing in the background. Artemis and Zatanna were down in the gym with the rest of the team training, and Kal and M’gann had elected to train later.

“She’s like magic Big Brother.” M’gann started, her head on his upper arm. “She made something that Zatanna could stand to use.”

“I know M’gann. I honestly think she’s something else.”

M’gann and Kal sat in silence until Artemis and Zatanna joined them on the bed.

“Are you three just moving into my room? Because if so we’ll have to use one of your rooms into a closet for all of the clothes.” Kal jokingly offered before he noticed the looks his almost sisters were exchanging. “I was kidding but you totally could. Since you three rarely spend anytime in your own rooms anyways.”

Zatanna pulled Artemis and M’gann up, a smile on all three girls’ faces. “We’re going to move our clothes into M’gann’s room and then we’ll be back. Put on a good movie.”

“Okay.” Kal called as his three sisters, because that’s what they were, not almost sisters, not pseudo-sisters, his sisters, left his room to go move their clothes to M’gann’s room. Maybe, just maybe, Menene was more than what the eye. Maybe she was magic.

[pterodactylterrace]

Guys Like You Chapter 9

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 9

Chapter Summary: What happens when a busy schedule leaves you lonely?

Rating: 18+

Chapters:  {Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5} {Chapter 6} {Chapter 7} {Chapter 8}

It had been weeks since Faye had seen Henry outside of work. Henry's schedule was packed with choreography practice, training, filming and hush hush phone and zoom interviews he refused to tell Faye anything about. She was starting to get the feeling he had given up on her and was moving on. Why else would he refuse to tell her anything about this 'project' he was working on? Not a single clue was dropped. He continuously sited 'not wanting to jinx it' as his reasoning for not telling her. She was banned from his house for the last three weeks, finding herself right back where this had all started. Could it even be called a relationship? They had never agreed to be exclusive or anything, so it wasn't like she could lay some sort of claim on the man. It seemed he was drifting further and further away with every passing day.

Briar was taking it harder than her mother was. He was the first male presence outside of her grandfather and uncle she regularly had contact with. To say she had quickly become attached was an understatement. One particularly heartbreaking evening, she had convinced herself he would be coming over and bringing "Princess Kal" as she had dubbed the poor canine. She sat by the front window, clutching her stuffed bunny stubbornly until far after her bedtime, finally breaking down into hysterical sobs when she realized he really wasn't coming. Faye's texts to Henry about the child's expectations went unanswered.

A few days ago, Mrs. Anderson was unable to babysit, leaving Faye no choice but to either call in sick, or bring her daughter with her to work. Last time hadn't caused much of a problem, so hopefully she would be able to get away with it again. Just as long as it didn't become a habit, it wouldn't be a problem, right? It really wasn't, either. For the first hour or so, the child sat in the corner of the makeup trailer, mesmerized by the movie playing on her tablet. Faye had breezed through the battle wounds on some dwarves and applied the prosthetic ears on the elves in that time, her daughter calmly tucked away the entire time.

Then came time for Henry to get into the makeup chair. The second he stepped foot into the trailer, Briar had latched herself onto his legs, sobbing and clutching his pant leg like her little life depended on it. To say Henry panicked would be an understatement.

"I told you she missed you." Faye shrugged. In fact, she had mentioned several times how Briar kept asking about him. It was a bit of a wakeup call as far as her dating life was destined to go. If Henry was only around for a few months and Briar had attached herself so firmly to him, what would happen if Faye actually dated someone and spent even more time with him? Briar would be devastated if it didn't work out.

"I'm so sorry, princess." Henry soothed, detaching the toddler from his leg and scooping her up, letting her continue to cry into his neck. "I've been busy, I wasn't trying to make you sad." He assured, sitting in the makeup chair with the little girl still clinging to his shirt.

Faye may have failed to mention the multiple meltdowns she'd had to endure due to his sudden absence, but why should she bother the man with it? It's not like it was his job to pacify her daughter. She just wished the little girl hadn't grown so attached to him in the short time she had known him.

Briar completely refused to be apart from Henry for the rest of the day, perching herself in his chair while he filmed, staring intently at him as she clutched her bunny to her chest, whimpering unsurely the first few takes of a particularly rough fight sequence. Thankfully, she had calmed quickly, Faye explaining to the little girl that he was just playing pretend and wasn't going to get hurt.

She had reattached herself to him the second he drew too close, practically climbing him like a monkey to cling to his neck again. Faye was past the point of trying to stop her by then. She had been the one dealing with it ever since he had decided to vacate the little girl's life. At least now he could see first hand why Faye had been so irritable with him lately.

He vowed to Facetime later that night to say goodnight to the little girl when he had strapped her into her car seat that evening, the child unwilling to let her mother take her to the car by herself. His promise didn't stop her from sobbing the whole way home. The poor girl cried herself out by the time Faye had pulled into the driveway, half asleep all the way through dinner, ultimately passing out at the table, a forkful of pasta clutched in her chubby fist.

To his credit, Henry had called later that night, well after Briar's bedtime. Again, he apologized profusely for his insane schedule in the voicemail he had left. Faye wasn't in the mood to talk anymore, too drained from her daughter's most recent meltdown.

Now, here he stood at her doorstep five days later, his shoulders slumped in defeat and a pleading look on his face as Faye blocked his entry into her home with her tiny body.

"Can I help you?" Faye asked calmly, crossing her arms and leaning against her door frame.

"Faye, please, can we talk?"

"What's there to talk about?" Faye brushed him off, fixing him with a cold look.

"You're avoiding me."

"Excuse the fuck out of you?" Faye hissed, stalking toward him and shutting the door harshly behind herself. "I'm avoiding you? Are you seriously going to pretend the last three weeks never happened? One second, you're around all the time, the next I only see you at work. You dodge my calls, refuse to see me and break my three year old daughter down into hysteria thinking she did something wrong. Please, go on, tell me how I'm the one avoiding jack shit here!"

"I deserve that." Henry sighed, roughly shoving a hand through his untamed curls.

"Goddamn right you do." Faye hissed, fury burning intensely in her usually wide, innocent brown eyes.

"Please, Faye. Can you hear me out?"

"What's there to talk about? You got bored and you left me behind. I don't want your fucking excuses."

"I promise, I wasn't trying to avoid you, and I didn't get bored of you!" Henry growled, anger taking over his once apologetic face at her accusations.

"Then what the hell is it? Please, tell me why I should be okay with only being in your life when it's convenient to you."

"I've been busy, Faye! My life doesn't revolve around you!" Faye's entire body tensed at his outburst, returning his fiery gaze with a cold stare.  

"And mine doesn't revolve around you either, Mr. Cavill. If you don't have time for us, that's fine. I understand we aren't a priority for you. You've made that much clear. That doesn't mean I have to be at your beck and call whenever you can fit me in. I have my own life. I have a daughter to take care of, and I don't need you breaking her heart every time you can't spare a goddamn second for her."

"I wasn't trying to hurt her. I wasn't trying to push you away." Henry seethed. "You think I enjoyed being away for this long? You think I liked not spending time with you?"

"You make time for the things that matter, Mr. Cavill. Clearly, that's not us." Faye replied, her calm tone slashing through Henry's heart worse than any previous rage or hostility could. These were not words created by anger and meant to hurt him in the heat of the moment. This was coming from a detached, practical place in her mind. This was something she had thought about, long and hard.

"Faye." Henry sighed, his tense shoulders falling in defeat. "I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt Briar. The time I've spent with you two these last few months have been the happiest I've been in years. I understand if you don't want to see me, but I really wish you would. I... damnit, I fucking need you two." He admitted shakily, his eyes falling to Faye's feet, taking notice of the black ink covering the top of her right foot for the first time. Had he really paid so little attention that he hadn't even noticed that? Was he really that detached from something that brought him so much unconditional joy?

"And what am I supposed to do when you vanish again? It's the life you live, Mr. Cavill-"

"Henry. Please, call me Henry." He pleaded softly, each utterance of the removed name feeling like a knife to his heart.

"You aren't tied down to one place. You travel all the time. Why should I let you continue hurting us? What promise can you possibly give us that you won't just leave again?"

"I never left, I've been right here." Henry whispered, unsure hands coming to rest on her hips, slowly lowering his forehead to rest against hers. He had no idea when they had gotten so close during their argument, but he had to admit, it felt good to hold her again. "Please. I promise, I won't vanish again. If I can't be here in person, I'll call, I'll Facetime, I'll send video messages, I'll text. I will do anything and everything I can to be here for you."

"Then what happens when you find someone else?" Faye countered, remaining stiff in his hold, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest, subconsciously trying to block him out and build a wall between them.

"I'm not looking for anyone else." Henry assured, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

"Doesn't mean you won't find her."

"Then this mystery woman can sod off. I'm not interested." Henry hummed, pulling Faye closer to wrap his arms around her, resting his cheek atop her head, her tension slowly fading away with his embrace. "Can you forgive me for being an ass?" He asked hopefully, peppering the top of her head with kisses.

"This time. There won't be a next time. I don't have time to invest in someone that won't make any time for me."

"I promise, I will make time for you two." Henry vowed, reluctantly taking a step back to look into her face. "Would it be too much to ask to come inside? I sure could use one of Briar's special cups of tea."

"Mmm, you might be out of luck then. She's decided she wants to be a knight instead now." Faye informed him, slipping away from his desperately clutching hands to push the door open, Briar freezing in the middle of charging through the house on her hobby horse, sword in hand when she saw the man standing outside.

"You're back?!" She gasped, dropping her toys and bolting past her mother, Henry catching her as she rushed him, hoisting her into his arms and letting the little girl sling her arms around his thick neck. "I sorry... I be good." She sniffled, her chubby hands gripping his collar tightly.

"Oh, sweetie. Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." Henry soothed, rubbing her back softly. "I was the one that was naughty, can you forgive me for being mean to you and your mommy?"

"Don't go." Briar whimpered, burrowing further into his neck, her sobs only increasing at his apology.

"I won't, I won't." Henry promised, smoothing down her wild, uncombed hair, looking fearfully up at the child's mother. Was this what she had been dealing with since he had been away?

"She got it in her head you were mad at her, and that's why you weren't coming around anymore." Faye explained, nodding him inside.

"I'm so sorry." Henry repeated, holding the toddler a little tighter as he slid past her mother, perching himself on the arm of the couch as she sobbed into his neck.

"You understand why I'm not too keen on second chances?" Faye sighed, locking the door behind herself. "I'm not going to keep putting her though this. I don't expect you to change your lifestyle, so when we fall to the backburner again, please, do me a favor and stay gone. It's not fair to her."

"I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I truly have been busy."

"I know. That's your life." Faye shrugged, leaning against the archway to the living room.

"What can I do to make it up?"

"You can't. You just have to understand that this is the last time I will allow this to happen. If you get too busy for us again, I won't open the door the next time you come knocking." Faye's declaration hung in the air, the sureness of her voice leaving no room for argument or further exchange of words. A desperate sort of silence befell the two adults, the only noise in the house being made by the small girl in Henry's arms.

Briar's sobs slowly gave way to small sniffles and hiccups, her tiny hands refusing to release his shirt, unashamedly wiping her nose on the fabric. Henry was the one to finally break the suffocating silence that had taken over the room.

"Could I ask for your help with something?"

"What might that be, Mr. Cavill?"

"Please, Faye. Henry. Call me Henry, or anything else really. I didn't mean to hurt you or set us back months. Call me any number of mean names, just... not that." Henry pleaded, resting his head against Briar's.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I need to shave my head." Henry sighed after a long moment, turning sad eyes up to her.

"You want me to shave your head?"

"You're the only one I trust to do it right now."

"You literally have a hairstylist on set."

"This is different." Henry insisted.

"How is this different?"

"Believe it or not, I like my hair. Shaving it off isn't exactly a fun time for me."

"Is the tape getting to painful to remove?" Faye asked, raising an inquisitive brow.

"I mean, it will be a plus not having to deal with that for a while, but no. I... I have a screen test in a few days. Over zoom, but a screen test none the less."

"Oh, congrats."

"But the role calls for a military style cut." Henry continued. "Which means it all has to go."

"What role is it for?" Faye asked, crossing the room to run her fingers through his unruly curls.

"Mass Effect." Henry divulged, leaning into her touch.

"So you showed up for a haircut?" Faye asked, detangling his hair with her fingers.

"I showed up because I missed you, but it made me realize you're the only one I'm comfortable with doing it. I've been dreading it for over a week now."

"I only have scissors here. The best I can do is a hack job." Faye informed, continuing to play with his hair absently. It was so soft when he didn't try to tame it. The products that kept it in check, looking so neat and orderly, always made it stiff and crunchy. His natural hair was a thing of beauty.

"I have clippers back at my house. You're both more than welcome to stay the night."

"You know Briar won't stay in the guest room." Faye sighed, rolling her eyes.

"I'm fairly certain I'm not in good enough standing with you for us to be doing anything that young eyes shouldn't see." Henry chuckled, looking hopefully up at the woman gently running her nails over his scalp.

"You are not." Faye confirmed around a giggle of her own, playfully tugging at his hair.

"Easy, love, the baby is right here." Henry lightheartedly scolded, raising his brow at her.

"You should have mentioned you enjoyed that sooner. No time to take advantage of it before I chop it all off now." Faye sighed, reluctantly letting her hand fall away, Henry reaching out to pull her closer, looking up at her hopefully.

"What are the odds I can talk you out of a kiss?" He asked, staring longingly at her mouth. Faye smirked and rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, leaning down to allow him to press a slow, affectionate kiss to her lips, reluctantly pulling back when Briar began to stir from her crying fueled power nap against his neck. "There you are, sleepy head." Henry chuckled, easing the child down to his lap instead.

"You here?" Briar asked, rubbing her still red eyes, staring up at him with a wobbly lower lip.

"I'm here. Would it be ok if you and Mommy stay at my house tonight?" Henry asked, wiping away the dried tears from her face.

"I bring Bunny?" She asked, her face finally splitting into a grin when Henry agreed to her request.  

"You go get Bunny, I'll pack you a few things." Faye instructed, Henry reluctantly setting the girl down so she could do as her mother asked.

"Thank you, so much." Henry sighed, pulling the tiny woman against his large frame, dropping his head to rest against the top of her chest.

"For letting you use my tits as a pillow?" Faye teased, running her fingers through his hair again, wanting to memorize the feel of his curls before she had to chop them all off.

"Secuititty." Henry chuckled, pulling her in to straddle his hips, needing to be even closer to her. "Thank you for giving me another chance."

"Try not to blow it."

"I'll do my absolute best."  

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