#Bearded Kal is best kal

[youravraragechessenjoyer]

I like how Sanderson specifically describes Kal as having " A face meant to be clean shaven" and yet half the fanbase just straight up refuses to accept it this, me included lol

#brandon sanderson #cosmere #kaladin stormblessed #stormlight archive #Bearded Kal is best kal

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Welcome to @f10werfae's library of Henry Cavill💫 Enjoy your stay!

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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Lumberjack!Henry x short!shy!reader masterlist

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➼ Heart Warming [*/☁️]

(Husband!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader)

: Things get a bit hot when Henry uses his magical methods to comfort Y/n ;)

➼ Birthday Cake [☁️/Slight🌧]

(Boyfriend!Henry Cavill x Reader)

:When everyone bails on Y/n's birthday, all seems to be doomed, but not for long

➼ In Sickness and In Health [☁️]🌟

(CEO!Husband!Henry Cavill x Reader)

: Y/n tells a white lie, which ticks Henry off, in the most caring way

➼ What About The Game? [☁️]

(Henry Cavill x Reader)

: Henry introduces Y/n to the world of rugby, not realising what he’s gotten himself into

➼ Dangerous Protection [☁️/slight🌧]

(Mafia Husband!Henry Cavill x Reader)

: Welcome to the life of Henry and Y/n Cavill, the most powerful couple in the whole of Europe and maybe even the world. Watch their romance bloom along with their son Charlie

➼ For Kal, Of Course [☁️]🌟

(Henry Cavill x Interviewer! Reader)

: Henry falls head over heels for someone, over his dog??

➼ Period Pains [☁️]

(Henry Cavill x Reader)

:Henry and Y/n clash on her period, but of course Henry always has something up his sleeve

➼ Brother Bear [☁️]

(Husband!Henry Cavill x Reader)

: Henry and Y/n adjust to their new life with their newborn baby boy

➼ Another One?! [☁️]🌟

(Henry Cavill x Reader)

: Henry is at the premier for The Witcher season 2 and he also took Kal with him, meaning Y/n's been left unsupervised

➼ It’s The Little Things [☁️]

(Henry Cavill x Reader)

: Henry Cavill realising Reader is the one when she does little things for him and Kal, showing that she truly loves and knows them

➼ Hospital Visits [☁️]

(Husband!Henry Cavill x Doctor!Reader)

: Henry injures himself and there’s only one person he trusts enough to look after him

➼ A Proud Boyfriend [☁️/slight * ]🌟

(Boyfriend!Henry Cavill x Flight Attendant!Reader)

: Henry and Y/n are on two different flights, although Y/n knows better than to question the fact that Henry always gets his way

➼ Big Bear Hug [☁️]

(Henry Cavill x Reader)

: When Y/n gets asked to look after her best friend’s dog, she gets a lot more than she bargained for

➼ The Worst Days [☁️/Slight🌧]

(Henry Cavill x Reader)

: Y/n can’t help but feel drained but Henry is there to be the master of distraction

➼ Beard Or No Beard? [☁️]

(Husband!Henry Cavill x Reader)

: reader is trying to brush and bath Kal, but he’s being a diva when it comes to the bath part and being playful. Later on, Henry asks her if she can help him shaving his beard, which at first, she doesn’t want to because she likes it, but he has to shave it.

➼ What's Your Emergency? [☁️/🌧]

(Fiance!Henry Cavill x 911 Dispatcher!Reader)

:Y/n has a challenging day at work and it all comes to blow, thankfully she has her own superman to come and save the day

➼ How Much Is Too Much [☁️]🌟

(Husband!Henry Cavill x Doctor!Reader)

: Fans retell the best moments of what they see from Y/n and Henry's relationship

➼ Silly Me [☁️]🌟

(Henry Cavill x Singer!Reader)

:Innocent flirting between 2 stars + a cockblock James Corden =??

➼ Marvel VS DC [☁️]🌟

(Husband!Henry Cavill x MCU Actress! Reader)

:Fans Retell their favourite moments between Y/n and Henry VIA tweets

➼ All Worn Out [☁️*]🌟

(Husband!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader)

: Movie night turns sauce ( not joking, might be the sauciest thing i’ve ever written)

➼ Henry Cavill Fatherhood Scenarios 🌟

(Dad!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader)

=Not a series, just a compilation

Chapter 1

➼ Sign of Love [☁️]

(Henry Cavill x Deaf!Florist!Reader)

:Headcanon of you and Henry's relationship♥️ With a lot of flowers

➼ Handyman [☁️]🌟

(Husband!Henry x Pregnant!Reader)

: fans on social media are absolutely in love with Henry and Y/n's relationship, and can’t ignore the fact that the woman is stunningly glowing

➼ Doctor, Doctor [☁️]🌟

(Husband!Henry x Doctor!Reader)

: Fans retell their favourite moments from Henry and Dr. Y/n's wedding movie

➼ Baby Doctor [☁️]🌟

(Husband!Henry x Doctor!Reader)

: Fans retell the events of what’s going on in the Cavill fam, especially with two new arrivals, the twins Poppy and Lucy

➼ Video Star [*]🌟

(BF!Henry x Excamgirl!GF!Reader)

: After watching one of Y/n's old camgirl streams, a sense of dominance overpowers her boyfriend Henry

➼ Cavill Clan [☁️]🌟

(Husband!Henry x Primary Teacher!Reader)

: fans react to Henry's announcement that not only has he gotten married during lockdown, but there is a new addition to the Cavill Clan...a daughter

➼ Wedding Labour [☁️]🌟

(Husband!Henry x Wife!Reader)

: doctor reader goes into labor at her and Henry’s wedding? The twitter reaction format please?

➼ My Wife is fine, thanks [☁️/slight 🌧️]🌟

(Husband!Henry x Wife!Reader)

: Some friendly and not so friendly fans, react to Henry and the reader’s 10+ year age gap

➼ Strawberry Shortcake [☁️*]🌟

(Husband!Henry x Shy!Wife!Reader)

: henry cavill x shy! reader kitchen smut, pls! Apron + daddy + slap on the ass + cock sucking + gropping + size kinks

➼ Sleepy Snuggles [☁️*]🌟

(Boyfriend!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!Reader)

: Henry loves on his cockdrunk girlfriend all through the night, especially during Christmas season

➼ Sugar Sweet Thong [☁️*] 🌟

(Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader)

: After Y/n gets a new thong, away up in his cabin where no one can touch her but him, her wild man of a husband can’t keep his hands off her (Major Dom Henry)

➼ You’re Already So Sexy [☁️*] 🌟

(Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader)

: Henry has to uplift his woman after she has some major insecurities about herself and his pussy, but all she needs is him (Major Dom Henry)

➼ Quick, It’s BeReal [☁️*] 🌟

(Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!Reader)

: Henry where his BEREAL goes off during sex and their friends react; reader has hickies all over her chest and neck and tied up

➼ Mr. Clingy and Kal [☁️] 🌟

(BF!Henry Cavill x Shy!Oblivious!Actress!Reader)

: Fans retell the moments of Henry and Y/n L/n’s relationship despite her being quite the opposite of him. (major clingy Henry)

➼ Two For One [☁️/*]

(Husb!Henry Cavillx Wife!Reader xHusb!Michele Morrone)

: When Y/n ends up in a polyamorous relationship with both of the sexiest men, it only makes sense for her to enjoy herself

➼ My Little Love [☁️/*]

(Boyfriend!Henry Cavill x Short!Reader)

: they're at his parents house because she's meeting his family and one of his relatives says something about their size difference which triggers Henry's size kink (Major Dom, Loving Henry)

➼ No Panties Indoors [☁️/*]

(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x Wife!Reader)

: Housewife Y/n can’t help but find her wild husband extremely sexy while he’s fixing another one of his projects (Major Dom possessive Henry)

➼ A Virgin’s Lesson [☁️*]

(Boyfriend!Dom!Henry x Virgin!Shy!Girlfriend!Reader)

: When Henry finds out his virgin girlfriend’s needs, and her fears, he takes it upon himself to teach her a finger or two(Dom Henry‼️)

➼ Kissies and Waxed [☁️*]

(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Wife!Reader)

: Y/n gets all shy and adorable with her grumpy husband on their wedding night, letting him enjoy his waxed present(Dom Henry)

➼ But That’s Mine Hen! [☁️*]

(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Wife!Reader)

: Pouty Y/n gets jealous when her grump of a man is approached by a certain woman; she can't help but stomp her foot and whine, showing everyone that he's hers and vice versa (Dom!Henry)

➼ Expect the Unexpected Baby [🌧️☁️]

(Henry Cavill x Pregnant!Reader)

:Henry breaks up with Y/n, only to discover he’s left something of his behind, his baby. Does he try and reconcile? or Does he just accept the path he’s made?

➼ Sugar Sweet Tongue [☁️*]

(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Reader)

:Sweet little Y/n has caught the eye of the local lumberjack, and he gives her a lesson or two in tonguing and kisses

➼ Soldier Snuggles Butterfly [☁️*]

(pairing: Soldier!Henry Cavill x Shy!Wife!Reader)

: Henry comes home to his sweetheart, his butterfly, and she needs his touch to help her sensitive button get to sleep(Fluffy!Soft!Smut) (Emotional sex)

➼ More Kissies and Workouts [☁️*]

(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Reader)

: Sweet shy little Y/n joins her new older boyfriend for one of his workouts, but can she keep up?

➼ Sugar Plum Princess [☁️*]

(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Reader)

:Y/n feels a little under the weather after a snow day so Henry gives his sweet shy wife a taste of his special “medicine” (Major Dom Henry)

➼ One hot mama [☁️*] (Mechanic!Henry Cavill X Single!mom!Reader) :Henry becomes a daddy when a special woman enters his life, and his garage... and his home (DILF Henry) (Emotional!Henry)

➼ Baby Subway [☁️] (Husband!Henry Cavill x Shy!Pregnant!Wife!Reader) :Henry has to order for his shy pregnant wife when she wants a sandwich and he just has a cuteness explosion over her, and so do some fans (DILF Henry)

➼ Barefoot and Pregnant [☁️*]

(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Reader)

: Henry and his cockdrunk wife go through an emotional love-making experience, after being pressured by her friends to give her husband a 'hall pass' because of her growing body (DILF!Henry) (Dom!Henry)

➼ Pregnancy on the Brain [☁️*]

(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Reader)

: Now that Henry's successfully knocked up his precious darling wife, he has to keep an extra eye on her and their little miracle (Dom!Henry) (Emotional loving)

➼ Sugar Bun Cuddles [☁️*]

(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Reader)

: while on her period Henry has to put up with a little more attitude than normal, whilst also cuddling his precious sweet girl, and making sure she's taken care ot, and baby Marly (Sweet!Henry) (Brat!Reader)

➼ Daddy’s Princess Fairy [☁️]

(Husband!Dad!Sy X Wife!Mom!Reader)

: Sy comes home to his newborn babygirl and wife after his last ever deployment, and he’s desperate to meet his tiny twin, and get into his wife’s panties (Dilf Sy)

➼ Sy, I am Backup [☁️]

(Captain!Sy x Girlfriend!Sniper!Reader)

: Reader is like a total badass super deadly sniper and she leads like a badass group of women who are also deadly soldiers. Anyways the ladies are called in to help rescue Sy and his team?

#romance #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill oneshot #masterlist

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ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ The favorites ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡

Author's note: This is my new favorites list. My old ones are still available through my old masterlist. This one is just updated and I cleaned up the links that didn't work anymore. Sorry to every writer who gets another notice that they have been mentioned, do know that I still love you very freaking much. I'm just going through a re-brand and cleanup phase :)

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♡ Arthur Morgan ♡

*Thursdays by @the-karma-cafe Summary: in which the boys are curious where Arthur runs off to every thursday night

*Big Iron by @grugruel

*Bold as love by @woman-of-balnain Summary: reader is jealous after seeing mary and arthur hanging out.

*As far as dreams go by @serawritesthings Summary: While Arthur found sanction in his dreams, you would fret about them every night. While he longed for the sweet caress of your hands, you were unknowing, fooled by his stoic facade as your dreams only brought you nightmares. (There is a part 2)

Captive by @queenxxxsupreme Summary: On your way back to camp, the O’Driscolls attack.

♡ John Marston ♡

Dating golden boy John Marston HC's by @devnmon

*It's certainly heaven if you're here, Darlin' by @2dmenenthusiast Summary: You're life with John was constantly filled with ups and downs. Hopefully you can both make it together in one piece.

*Summer love at Bighorn Ranch by @holyratrimony Summary: After his divorce from Abigail, John Marston is a mess. A series of rash decisions lead to John purchasing a rundown piece of land called Bighorn Ranch. As the ranch grows, so does the need for extra hands. When you show up, ready for your new job, John is immediately taken with you. When you get caught in a thunderstorm and show up on his doorstep, soaking wet, will he be able to keep his feelings to himself, or will he confess everything? 

♡ Joel Miller ♡

*Say you love me by @thot-of-khonshu Summary:  Red wine. Rage. Regret. Reunions. When pride separates you from the man that got away in 2003, you thought you’d never see him again. But when going to tie loose ends for Bill and Frank, you see him and a young companion.

♡ Henry Cavill ♡

L’aurore by @fvckinghenrycavill Summary:  a fluffy morning with Henry and his beard that he has to shave.

*Drunk in love by @angrythingstarlight Summary:  Drunk Henry comes home wanting a little taste of his favorite snack.

Love bite by @delicate-moon-princess Summary:  It was just a little love bite. Who knew Henry could be so dramatic?

*Doctor and Mr. Cavill by @ramp-it-up Summary:  Kal’s favorite Veterinarian, nerd activities and Henry.

♡ Henry Cavill's Sherlock ♡

Jigsaw by @andsheloved Summary:  as you wonder what it would be like for him to return your affections, Sherlock finally understands what he would sacrifice to fit within your world.

We’ll be alright by @love-strawberry Summary: in which they fight but there's no doubt that they'll end up alright.

♡ Clark Kent ♡

*Need by @aimless-imagines-for-fun Summary:  A little make out session between you and Clark gets heated and this time, you two get to go all the way.

♡ Captain Syverson ♡

*And so much more... by @sillyrabbit81 Summary:  After a disappointing date, your best friend's older brother picks you up to take you home.

♡ Carmen Berzatto ♡

*After hours by @ilongfor-the-arts Summary:  Reader is a friend of his or more of a coworker but she finds Carmy attractive and one day someone says something about him, just for a laugh, nothing really mean and reader chimes in with a “ I’d totally sit on his face”?

*You’re my girl by @ilongfor-the-arts Summary: The meat delivery guy flirts with you and Carmen doesn’t like it.

*“Bad“ at this by @ilongfor-the-arts Summary: They like each other but neither wants to admit it. Tension builds until the kettle starts screaming.

*Learning in public by @ohcaptains Summary:  you didn’t think he’d enjoy it that much. didn’t think he’d want more, too.

♡ Halsin ♡

*Oh, to be alone with you by @galacticgraffiti

[penneferofvenerburg]

A HEART FULL OF LOVE CHAPTER THREE

Title: A heart full of love

Henry Cavill x Reader

@jolly-polly @kebabgirl67 @themanfromu @endofalldays01 @greensleeves888 @starstruckkittyangel @luclittlepond @agniavateira @thelastsock @myloveforhenrycavill @eldarwen333 @everleigh44 @libbymouse @needmorereading @marytudorbrandon @amberangel112 @cynic-spirit @cherry-gemz @enchantedbytomandhenry @wheretheriversrunintothesea

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Georgie was happily minding her own business walking Frodo in her sweat pants and running gear (which she usually wore when walking her dog) Frodo was a little Frenchie he was adorable and Georgina adored him.

Frodo,  was not only Georginas best friend apart from Poppy but he also consistently there whenever she needed him to be he provided comfort where there was no human contact even whole watching a scary movie (which Georgie hated)

Normally, she would never consider a dog park of all places to catch a guy, but as Poppy said " needs must"! Well she didn't actually say that she hinted it. Walking though the gates at the top of the park, Frodo's ears pricked up at the sound of dogs barking.

Georgie and frodo continued their walk down to the dog park, it was the middle of Janurary and still very cold fog all about the place so visability was poor in a car walking on the other hand appeared to be ... just fine.

Wrapping up against the clams was essential for Georgie as she was a declite little thing and could easily catch a cold and with the flu going about as well with elderly people getting sicker and ending up in hospital.... probably not the best time to come out but the dog had to have his exercise and it would Georgina good to get some too.

Her iphone was in her coat pocket and decided to concentrate on the naturalism around her. She took in a brisk breath of fresh air.

She'd walked the path in the park so many times she knew it like the back of her hand.

Suddenly, this huge black and white American fluffy atkita came gambolwing toward her and Frodo, had no way of defence so Georgie hurriedly tucked his lead and pulled him away, but the Akita was not giving up, he begun to bark at Frodo, barked back at him.

" Kal! Leave him alone hes only little far too small for you pal"! A voice shouted after the atkita.

When Georgina looked she could not believe her eyes she was actually standing in the park with her secret celebrity crush .... Henry Cavill she kept regained her senses and had tight on to Frodo's lead.

" Frodo shh look he wants to play! Georgina tentatively slackened the lead, Frodo was curious at first just stood there silent, the atkita gently approached him Frodo the Frenchie.

Terrified shaking, Georgie looked at the dogs owner worked that the atkita might attack him, the owner of the dog tries distracting the massive atkita but it fails, " Will he bite my dog"? She asked him nervously.

" No absolutely not Kal doesn't bite anyone do you buddy"! The owner fussed him, Georgie watched the huge man stick out his hand toward Frodo, " Does he bite"? The huge man asked with a smile that reached his eyes. " No hes as a calm as they come"! Georgie answered with smile., she looked at the huge man with a beard and thought she had seen him before, Georgie begun to squeal internally, she grabbed her phone suddenly she regnoized him ...... it was him .... it was Superman Clark Kent/Charles Brandon Duke of Suffolk.

" hello little one! Hey it's okay"! The man cooed at Frodo Kal obidently sar beside his master, " see Kal! This nice dogs not going to hurt you"! The man smiled, Georgie took a step closer toward Frodo, " we theres no need to ask what your name is there dude? Your Kal aren't you"? Georgie smiled stratching the soft atkita behind ears.

" so! What's your name"? The huge man asked with a flashing board smile, georgie was a little nervous at first to answer him as she tentatively sat beside Frodo on the grass, " oh my names Georgina but my closest friends call me Georgie"! She repiled trying to avert the man's gaze, his eyes were so blue with a brown tint in the left one.

" Well it's a pleasure to meet Georgina! He stuck out his huge hand for her to shake, she put her small hand into his and fingers wrapped around it like a glove,  " I'm Henry .... Henry Cavill and this is anti naughty at the moment barking mad best friend Kal"! Georgie felt the blood rush to her ears she could hear her own heart beating fast as if it was doing F1 lap at Silverstone. " breathe georgie breathe"! She reminded herself, as she sat there, she felt that she could trust the handsome man's word and let Frodo off his lead for a run, as did Henry with Kal.

" Go on then go play"! Georgie encouraged her own dog to play with Kal. Georgina begun to relax in Henry's presence he had such a beautiful face and that smile she loved that smile. " I haven't seen you here before"! Georgie lamented with a flashing smile, she too had ocean blue eyes and Red russet hair tied back in a ponytail.

" Haven't you? Lord above! ... thats strange"! Georgie continues to chat, I come to walk Frodo every day in fact every morning when I can be bothered to eventually wrangle myself out of bed ... that's on a weekend though only"! She emphasized the only with her first finger on her hand. Henry's mind begun to whirl about this gorgeous young woman who he'd surprisingly not seen before.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction

[digitalmarktingsworld]

How Brand Shahrukh made Pathaan a massive hit

As per reports, the movie has already entered the Rs 1000 crores club. Not only is it an excellent performance, the movie can also teach the modern marketers a lesson or two.

Shahrukh Khan has ruled the industry for the better part of 3 decades now. He started his movie career in 1992 with “Deewana”. After that the star has consistently delivered critical as well as commercial successes such as Kal Ho Na Ho, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, Swades, Chak De India and many more.

However his recent run at the Box office had been far from successful. Shahrukh had acted in a variety of roles in movies such as Fan, Jab Harry Met Sejal, Raees etc. None of these movies excelled the expectations and many wondered if the “King of Romance” had lost his charm. After a wait of nearly 4 years, SRK finally returned to the theaters with the multi-starrer action movie “Pathaan”. The movie has been an iconic success and has been reported to be the highest grossing hindi film in the history of cinema.

A close study reveals that strategic marketing played a huge role in the film’s success. We tried to analyze the marketing tactics used by the Yash Raj Productions and learnt some interesting lessons. Here are some of them:

��Brand Shahrukh

Even though the megastar was missing from the big screen for 4 years, his brand value remained steady as ever. According to a celebrity brand report, SRK’s brand value stood at $46.3 million in 2021. Shahrukh was seen regularly in advertisements, cricket games and other events. Srk also has a strong online presence with around 35.9 Million followers on Instagram 43 Million followers on Twitter. The organic marketing that was done by his fans was of great help to the movie and created a substantial buzz.

No more interviews

Bollywood actors would generally stick to tried and tested ways of marketing. This could include promoting their movies on TV shows such as Kaun Banega Crorepati, Comedy Nights with Kapil Sharma etc. However, we find a different tactic being adopted in recent times. Movies such as Pathaan, Drishyam 2 etc have not asked their stars to give any interviews to media persons. Instead, they have focussed on small teasers and songs to create the hype for the movie.

SRK’s new avatar was used

Everyone is used to seeing Shahrukh as the romantic hero. That is why we were all taken aback when pictures were released of a topless Shahrukh Khan flexing his ripped physique. His beard and long hair also added to the hype for the movie. The look was used in a carefully curated manner. For example Shahrukh flaunted the same look in the new action packed ad for Thumbs-Up. All this created an excitement amongst the viewers who could not wait to catch this new avatar.

The advantages of multi-starrer films

One of the biggest advantages of having a multi-starrer film is that you can leverage the marketing positions of other stars as well. This is exactly what Yash Raj Productions did with Deepika Padukone and John Abraham. Both these stars did multiple appearances and kept the buzz high. In addition to this many other bollywood stars such as Anil Kapoor, Riteish Deshmukh, Salman Khan also promoted the movie on their social media platforms.

New content

Shahrukh is famous for his razor sharp wit. The marketing team of Yash Raj used this to their full advantage by starting the hashtag AskSRK. Excited fans could send Shahrukh their questions and he would answer the selected ones. This created excitement and at the same time helped Shahrukh interact with his fans directly. It also made for really fresh and interesting content.

Conclusion

It is good to see that Bollywood has beaten the commercial effects of the pandemic. With the help of clever marketing strategies, Pathaan has managed to become the highest grossing hindi film in the history of cinema. Do you also have a business that needs marketing help? Then take the help of the best digital marketing agency- Webeasts.

#social media marketing agencies #social media agency in delhi"

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Stay By Your Side

Pairing: Henry Cavill × Girlfriend! Reader

Summary: You try to assure Henry about something that he has doubts about.

Warning: Fluffyyyyy, kinda angsty, loving Kal

The best way to spend a Sunday afternoon with your wonderful boyfriend Henry, cuddling on the couch and watching 'Life As We Know It.'

He was leaving for Paris tomorrow to film Mission Impossible, so today was your last day together. For the film, Henry grew a beard and a moustache, and you hadn't gotten over the look in weeks. He'd give out such Alpha male vibes that it'd do things between your legs at times.

You blurt out, "Josh is such a loving father in this movie ahh my heart".

"Love, what did you say?" Henry scowled as he listened intently to what you had to say. You tried to correct your statement without glancing at him, "Huh, oh I said that Josh looks like such a wonderful father here." you reply looking at the screen again.

"Ohh" He now sadly said, attempting to get off the couch.

"Wh-where are you going?" you ask, grabbing his hands and stopping him. He sadly looked you in the eyes and said, "I don't want to watch the movie anymore; you can continue watching."

You exhale loudly and lightly shout your stupidity into the pillow as soon as you see him leaving. Kal, your baby, heard your muffled sound and ran over to see if you were okay. He climbed up next to you and tried to hug you with his massive frame. You petted him and assured him that everything was fine.

"Why did dad get angry all of a sudden? hmm?" you try to tell Kal and think yourself. Patting Kal once on his bottom signals him to get up so that you can follow Henry.

You enter into your room, and there he was, standing by the balcony, so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice you were entering. You wrap your hands around his torso from behind "What's wrong baby?" you try to ask him.

You break your hug and take a step forward to stand next to Henry after he lightly tugs on your hands. You notice him clenching his jaw and frowning, and you wonder what's making him so irritated. You take a step closer to him and try to calm him down by kissing his neck and jaw.

"Y/n, please" he stops you instantly.

"What is wrong Henry? Can you please tell me, have I done something wrong? See whatever it is, I'm sorry I didn't mean to." you blabber and wait for him to answer, but you get nothing.

"Henry? I'm talking to you!" you yell. His silence was getting to you now. "Henry, can you talk to me? HEN-"

"WHAT? what do you want me to tell you huh?" he yelled and cuts your off in reply, which had you back away in fear. As soon as he saw you move away his eyes softened.

Thinking it was best to leave him alone for some time and you turn around leaving him on the balcony.

"Y/n! darling! Y/n" you hear him call you and feel a palm wrap around your hand turning you around. "Look, I'm sorry if I hurt you or something. I didn't mean to I swear" you start to mummer while spelling out tears.

"No, no baby, I'm so sorry I shouldn't have yelled back there. I love you so much...shuuuush" Henry wrapped his arms around your weak body, hugging you tightly while trying to shush you down.

You look up to him, signalling him to spill what's bothering him. He understands and exhales "it's just that I'm having my doubts of being a father" he replies placing his hand on your 6-month pregnant belly.

"What? Henry, why would you think that? I've told you so many times that your going to be an excellent father, I've seen you with your nephews baby..... you're so amazing with them." you assure while caressing his cheek.

"But I'm leaving tomorrow for the shoot and you will be all alone here, Josh doesn't leave the baby's side for a minute and here I am" Henry states.

"It's just a movie honey and I won't be all alone here you know, I have our little buddy right here. Also, you will be here when the baby comes so you can stay by him all you want okay" you say placing your hand on top of Henry's on your belly.

"Listen baby, you're going to be the best father ever okay. So remove all stupid confusions from your head and let's go have some ice cream, I'm craving one badly" you order.

This has Henry chuckle and he leans down to kiss you on the lips.

"How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?" He asks while prepping kisses down your neckline. You moan as he finds your sensitive spot.

"I'd tell you how you got lucky once I come out of the bathroom, apparently your kid thinks my bladder is a squeeze toy!" you exclaim and pull away from Henry while rushing towards the loo.

Henry laughs hysterically at your comment and leaves the room to go order your favourite ice cream for you.

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[youngjusticeslut]

SPOILERS! Shot by shot analysis of the YJ:P p2 trailer

Zatanna (as Fate!), Zatara and Madame Xanadu in the Tower of Fate

Jason Blood, Blue Devil, Traci, Khalid in the Tower of Fate, attempting to conduct some kind of spell? Or something

Backup shot of the same scene, revealing Mera, Isis and Garth (??) in addition to Z, Madame X, Khalid, Traci, Blue Devil, Phantom Stranger and Zatara around the bell

Reused shot of M’gann and Conner kissing, with someone’s voice in the background (S’yrrah Smitt??) saying “Show me the one true king”. 

Mera and King Artur in Atlantis, looking worried at something. 

Raquel on a phone call with someone (not able to identify him) while something (not able to identify what) explodes in the background. 

Dick fighting in the Tower of Fate

Kaldur with a beard (and growing his hair!) fighting in the Tower of Fate

M’comm transforms from an alien form into himself along with an unidentified child-person and a new genesian bug(??) or someone who works for Darkseid(??). Unclear. 

Darkseid looking angry. 

Kaldur, sans beard, punching King Sha’ark

Unidentified underwater magic user, presumably female, using magic!

M’gann allegedly telling Gar he’s needed, but Gar (looking awful) says he doesn’t want to be needed). 

Reused shot of Will, Kal and Dick sad from the news of Conner’s death.

 What appears to be Evil!Orion (?) fighting what may be the asshole mysterious stranger from the time bubble who set off the kryptonite bomb on Mars. 

Zatanna launched backwards from an explosion in the Tower of Fate

Dick being launched and flipping into recovery from what may be the same explosion

A hooded unidentified male character with a beard swimming underwater. 

Dick fighting in the Tower of Fate

Underwater stranger clapping and sending forth a burst of magic. 

Orion launching a shot from his vehicle. 

M’comm being M’commy 

Metron angrily telling someone to come with him if they want the entire galaxy to survive. 

Raquel! With Aliens! Namely Forager, an unidentified male person and Bear

Zatanna watching something from within the Helmet of Fate

Also not a scene, but someone mentions something about the spawn of Darkseid!

I did the best I could, help me fill in the gaps if you have any information! 

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[the-broken-truth]

SUBTITLE: THE TAINTED GUARDIANS

Summary: Two Parents are angered at The Dark Knight for the choice of guardian for their child. One protector is dishearted by his choice of guardian. The 3 decide to have a sitdown the decide how to get the hybrid out of the claws of the cat and into the light, but just how far are they willing to go?

[It had been weeks since The Dark Knight's conversation with Selina and [Reader], but it didn't go the way he was hoping it would go - with [Reader] taking up his last name and helping the Batfamily keep the crime down. Bruce knew that he was going to need help...and who better to help him than the ones who share [Reader's] Blood?]

[Meanwhile - In The Justice League Watchtower]

Wonder Woman (Walks over to the supercomputer - where Superman was watching the recording from Batman's Suit of [Reader's] Slaughter of the League of Assassins): You've been rewatching that recording for the past few weeks.

Superman (Heading hanging - a light beard on his face): Do you know how it feels to watch your child kill all those people without a second thought...to save someone who steals & your best friend was the one who gave your child to that thief? (Turns to face Wonder Woman) It's soul-shattering, Diana. [Reader] is our child...but they kill...like a barbarian and there's nothing we can do about it.

[The Elevator opens and Batman walks in with a small container in his hand.]

Batman (Walks over to Superman and Wonder Woman): I wouldn't say that there is nothing that can be done about it.

Superman (Glares at Batman): What are you doing here, Bruce?

Batman (Stands before his angered best friend): I am here to make up for my mistake of letting Selina raise [Reader]. I tried to get her to give me the custody of [Reader] but neither one of them listen to me and I had to leave before your child added me to their kill count.

Superman: My child would never...

Batman (Cuts him off): They killed over 100 people in one day... What makes you think they wouldn't add one more to that count if it meant keeping the woman who raised them out of prison and staying with her? I saw it in their eyes - they were going to kill me if I didn't leave.

Wonder Woman (Marches up to Batman and glares into his eyes): And whose fault is that, Bruce?

Batman (Looks at Wonder Woman): Mine...and I am going to fix it.(Holds up small container) With this.

Superman (Looks at container): And what is that?? Wait... (Uses his X-Ray Vision before getting wide-eyed and stepping back) There's Kryptonite in that container!! What the hell, Bruce?!

Bruce: This isn't for you, Kal... This is a Kryptonite Crown that holds a mind control chip that is keyed to this microphone (Holds up microphone). We need to place it on [Reader's] Head...so that they will listen to us.

[End?!]

#DC #half amazon half kryptonian reader #batman #wonder woman #superman

[emwritesfootball]

One Night | Kalvin Phillips

I’ll try keep it short (unlike him😉) basically we met on a night out, flirted blah blah blah ended up fucking in the bathroom and with a cheeky creampie🥵My man also had a spit kink and it was the hottest thing ever, I love to think he’s got a dominant side away from those dimples and cheesy smile🥺

Warnings: creampie (obviously unprotected sex), spit kink, a bit of choking/dominance

A/N: tagging @fentybucky in this because I know how much you love Kal x

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You meet Kalvin through mutual friends on a night out and the two of you instantly hit it off. He’s funny and charming, his dimpled smile and enigmatic personality immediately hooking you and you quickly find yourself falling for him. You know he’s flirting with you and you have no problem flirting back, your attraction growing with every positive reaction you elicit from him.

When he gets up to get another drink, you go with him, unabashedly grabbing his wrist and leading him to the toilets. Your lips meet his in a need-fueled kiss and it isn’t long until Kalvin is taking charge, pinning you against the wall as he slides one of his knees between your legs. His tattooed hand comes up and wraps around your neck, tilting your head back so he can press his thumb down over your bottom lip and teeth and spit in your mouth. “Swallow,” he growls in your ear, praising you when you do.

The door to the toilets opens up at that moment, and Kalvin drags you into the one-person room, shutting the door and locking it. The kisses get more frenzied after that once the two of you are alone. Kalvin bends you over the sink, pulling up your skirt and yanking your panties down to your ankles before roughly fucking into you. All you can do is brace your hands against the sink as he pounds into you, your body responding to his dick in ways you’d only been imagining until now. There was a dominant side to Kalvin that you hadn’t expected but loved, his hand tangling in your hair and tugging on it to make you arch your back so he can hit your g-spot in the best way.

“You gonna let me cum inside you?” He asks, his beard scraping over the skin of your cheek as he whispers in your ear.

“Please! Kalvin!” You whimper, on the edge of a mindblowing orgasm.

The feel of his cum coating your inner walls triggers your orgasm and your legs almost give out from underneath you at the power behind it. Kalvin holds you up, his arm wrapping around your waist as you sag against him, trying to catch your breath.

His cum drips out of your pussy and down your thighs and you know Kalvin’s watching it happen - you can feel his eyes on your ass and pussy, your cunt clenching around nothing as you try to push out more of his cum so he can keep watching you.

“So, when can I see you again?” He asks as you fix yourself, surprising you.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out,” you reply, giving him a cheeky grin as you quickly kiss his cheek before sauntering out of the toilets and back over to the rest of your friends.

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[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Yes, sir.

A/N: I’m on my period and my hormones are raging at the moment, so I whipped up some fluffy smut because why not?! Unedited so be gentle.

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Also, if I keep tagging you and you’re not interested or want to be tagged; please let know!

Word Count: 1130k

Warnings: fingering, light SMUT, language. Just don’t click if you’re not into smut? Enjoy! 

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“Henry! People are starting to stare.”

His beard continued onward tickling along the crevice of her elongated neck, exposing all the more skin for him to devour. Ever so gently, Henry lightly nibbled forcing a whimper from Y/N. The smile upon her lips was contagiously infectious towards the playful and extremely handsome gentleman beside her. Especially when sporting a hand-stitched tailored tuxedo created by Tom Ford himself. Yes, Henry was a fucking snack waiting to be unwrapped by Y/N.

In his best southern accent, Henry spoke animatedly; “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

“Ah, I see. Pulling out all the stops tonight, aren’t ya?”

“Clark Gable is a classic, my love. Can’t mess with perfection. Ever the clever one.”

Y/N giggled nuzzling into his warm embrace eager to mask her mounting excitement. Her entire body hummed in pleasure sending a tingle between her thighs. A moan clumsily slipped out; her breathing increased uncontrollably.

“Baby…”

His hand had been resting along her knee giving reassuring nudges the duration of the night. After all, it isn’t every day the BAFTA’s happened.

“I know your games too well, darling. It’s an added bonus to see you in such a frivolous state in public no less. Tsk, tsk.”

His heated hand skimmed from her knee gravitating towards where she needed him most. She shivered in anticipation questioning just how far Henry would push her.

“Cheeky bastard, Cavill. And a fucking tease.”

“Never thought I’d say this but thank god for dinner award parties, this table in particular.”

Y/N sat speechless; jaw slightly agape.

“Have I told you yet how delectable you look this evening?”

“Mmm.” That was all Y/N could muster up without losing her cool, collected self.

“Cat got your tongue, honey?”

This time, Y/N parted her knees willingly allowing for better access to her Adonis. Thank god this dress was designed with a sexy, deep slit. She swore she witnessed Henry drool. His fingertips glided over her newly waxed pussy.

“No knickers? Naughty, Y/N.”

“This dress fits like a literal glove! The stylist didn’t recommend it unless I wanted to end up in the tabloids with panty lines hence the wax, asshat.”

“Well you know better than most I prefer a more natural look. Fuck, you’re soaked.”

Henry began moving in small circles over her swollen clitoris. Y/N clenched the table cloth attempting to stifle the groan growing in her throat.

“Eyes ahead. Wouldn’t want to cause a scene, now would we?”

Mischievous pants filled the air surrounding them as Henry’s fingers sunk inside her slit. Y/N was on the brim of begging for him for more fully forgetting where they were. Her dress now hiked up the majority of her toned leg. Henry plunged deeper brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. He sinfully motioned his fingers into a come-hither movement repeatedly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Y/N’s high-pitched voice wavered as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. Her pussy squelched as Henry picked up his speed simultaneously hitting her g-spot. Y/N was splintering at the seams, on the verge of cumming. Stars burst behind her closed lids as her breath stammered brashly.  

“Shit, right there. Don’t stttop.”

In a blur of thoughts, Y/N heard a distant voice drawing closer.

“Cavill!”

None other than the Chris Evans stood meters away smiling widely.

“Just the man I was searching for. How’s the evening going, Y/N?”

Y/N coughed clearing her parched throat squeaking out a meek reply; “Good, good. Always nic—”

Y/N stared daggers at Henry as he thrusted harder; “You look downright devilish in a tux.”

Henry inserted a third finger causing Y/N to hyperventilate. His thumb grazed her plump clit unwilling to slow his ministrations.

“Says the most beautiful girl in this place. Cavill, they’re ready for us in 10.”

Smiling that charming smile of his, Henry nodded acknowledging Chris.

Furiously blushing, Y/N knew she was about to cum if Henry didn’t let up.

“Ttthanks, Evans. We, uh—ah! Appreciate the hea-heads up.”

Eying the couple suspiciously, Chris darted back and forth between Y/N and Henry unable to pinpoint what exactly felt off but walked away regardless. Y/N’s nails clawed into his forearm as her orgasm erupted in her belly.

“I’m cum--cumming!”

Her walls tightened clutching around him showing no sign of letting up. She spasmed aching for his now erect cock zipped away in the confines of his pants. Shockwaves jolted through every neuron in her body. She bit her bottom lip in hopes of concealing her guttural moans. There, in the middle of a ballroom, Y/N shattered to absolute pieces at the mere touch of her boyfriend.

“Good girl.”  

Henry placed a loving kiss against her forehead glimpsing around the overly crowded room stroking her pussy to no end. She sighed when he left her warmth but not before bringing his fingers to his lips suckling like a hungry animal.

“Mmm, sweet as sin. My personal favorite.”

Y/N’s irises alit in passionate flames; “How much longer must we stay, Hen?”

“This was only the beginning, my love. The night is still young. I’d be careful if I were you.”

Y/N tilted her head his direction slyly maneuvering her hand over his hard cock. She squeezed reassuringly coaxing him into fleeting submission.

“Alright, tough guy. I’ll sit here like a horny teenager and play the dutiful girlfriend. On one condition.”

“Name it, love.”

“You. Me. Car sex on the way home. Kal can wait a tad longer.”

“Done. Absolutely done.”

“Now to distract myself until then. Kegels it is.”

“Ha! You are a vixen, my dear.”

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch as Y/N gazed up at Henry. Thanking her lucky stars simply didn’t seem like enough when it came to their love, that she knew for sure.  And so, for the remainder of the awards ceremony, Y/N twittered in her chair craving for a hint of meager satisfaction. Henry laughed wishing he could bend her over the table and fuck her. 

God, he would give just about anything to feel her walls shutter around his dick. He pictured the sensation of her skin slapping against him. Pre-cum oozed from his tip moistening the material on his gray boxer briefs.

He tried to curve his lustful thoughts watching her squirm delightfully without any relief. Unexpectedly, the lights brightened signaling a commercial break. Just his luck.

“Damnit, woman. I must be inside you. Bathroom. Now.”

He gritted his teeth making his words sound short and assertive. Y/N smiled smugly, like a whore in church before speaking the two final words that would bring him to his knees; “Yes, sir.”

Y/N winked reaching for his hand to follow in pursuit. Oh, how the night is young indeed.

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[kanerallels]

Homeward Bound

(for Kanera Week, based on the prompt "reunion/making up for lost time")

Read on AO3 here!

@kaneraweek

Word Count: 1,828

Tags/Warning: rated G

Summary: Five years after the battle of Yavin, the Empire is defeated above Jakku. It's an important day for all of the galaxy-- but for Kanan Jarrus and Jacen Syndulla, it's especially meaningful.

Kanan was busy making dinner when the call came. He heard the beep of the holocom going off, and didn’t turn from slicing the kajaka roots in front of him. “Kasmir, can you get that?” he called.

The Kalleran, who’d moved to Ryloth with him to take care of Jacen, headed across the room. “Don’t let the steaks burn while I’m gone, or Cham will never let it go,” he warned Kanan. “Your father-in-law is notoriously picky about how well done his steaks are.”

Letting out a snort, Kanan said, “And yet you consist in making them well done. I wonder why that is?”

Kasmir ignored him, which was unsurprising. Kanan was definitely grateful for Kasmir hanging around. However, he had a habit of clashing with Hera’s father. The only thing the two of them could agree on was Jacen, and the fact the kid deserves the best.

As he continued chopping up the kajaka roots, he heard Kasmir whistling as he checked the com. Then he stopped abruptly, and Kanan felt his heart skip a beat.

The only people who called them on that holocom, other than Sabine from time to time, was the New Republic. Which meant there was some kind of news from Hera.

Setting down the knife, he moved towards the door. “Kasmir. What is it?”

“It’s… good news,” Kasmir said, his voice stunned. “Jakku’s been taken. The Imperial fleet has surrendered.”

Feeling shock cut through him, Kanan took a deep breath. “Does that-- you’re saying--”

“She’s coming home,” Kasmir said, the grin in his voice obvious. “The captain’s coming home.”

Kanan could feel a smile spreading across his face. Force. She’s coming back. Finally, she’s coming home. Turning, he managed to keep his voice steady as he called, “Jacen! Come here for a minute!”

The sound of thumping feet caught his ear, and Jacen raced into the room. “Yeah, Dad? What’s up?”

Cham was a few steps behind his grandson, and Kanan felt his curious gaze resting on him. “Is there something wrong?” he asked, his voice wary-- clearly he’d heard the holocom go off as well, and connected the dots.

“No,” Kanan said. “The Empire surrendered.” He could sense the shock radiating from Cham as he turned to Jacen. “Jacen, your mom’s coming home.”

Jacen let out a whoop and launched himself at Kanan. “REALLY?? Really really? Mom’s coming home? For how long?”

“For good, kiddo,” Kanan said, hugging his son tightly. “The fight’s over. She’s not going anywhere once she gets home.”

“YES!!!” Jacen said, wriggling free from Kanan’s grasp to start jumping around the kitchen. “When? When are we going to see her?”

“ETA, three days,” Kasmir said, and Jacen let out another shout of delight.

“Time to start planning the welcome home dinner,” Cham said, his voice satisfied. “Only the best to welcome home our Hera.”

Chuckling, Kanan said, “I guess we’d better start making some calls. The others are going to want to be here for this.”

As Jacen jumped around the kitchen and Cham started planning the dinner out loud and Kasmir made fun of him, Kanan could smell the steaks burning in the other room. But he didn’t care. Hera was coming home.

The next few days slipped by with surprising speed as the four of them made calls and prepared for the welcome home dinner. A message from Hera confirmed her arrival time, which only heightened the excitement.

The guests started arriving the day of-- Kallus and Zeb, of course. Sabine, along with Rex and Ahsoka, bringing stories from the Outer Rim, and even Numa and Gobi, Cham’s seconds in command. The house was filled with people, talking and laughing and helping with dinner. Zeb, Ahsoka, Kasmir and Rex had commandeered the kitchen, with Cham supervising, Numa and Gobi were entertaining Jacen by telling him stories, and Sabine and Kallus were discussing tactics. Everyone was there-- except Kanan and Jacen.

Leaning back on the heels of his hands, Kanan tilted his head up to the sky, enjoying the cool night air as he asked, “Do you see anything yet?”

“Nope,” Jacen reported. He’d managed to convince Kanan that they could wait for Hera up on the roof-- which, admittedly, hadn’t taken much. The only person more excited than Jacen was Kanan, although he didn’t show it as much as his son did.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, savoring the thought of Hera, finally home to stay. It had been a long two years, with visits every now and then, but mostly so much time apart. Kanan missed her, aching to hold her in his arms again. Force, it would be so good to have her back.

Next to him, Jacen let out an impatient sigh. “How long is this gonna take?”

“Hang in there, kid,” Kanan said with a grin. “She’ll be here soon. Your mom isn’t late often.”

“How are you so patient?” Jacen grumbled.

Feeling a soft smile crossing his face, Kanan replied, “I’ve spent a lifetime waiting for your mom. I can wait a little longer.”

“Well, I haven’t spent that long, and I don’t want to.”

“Someday, you’ll find someone you’d wait that long for,” Kanan replied absently, running his fingers through his beard. “And you may find you don’t mind as much.”

“Ew,” Jacen muttered, and Kanan laughed.

“You might not want to hear it, but you’ll understand when you get older.”

“I don’t think I want to understand-- THERE!” Jacen jumped to his feet, and Kanan lunged forward, grabbing him by the back of the shirt to prevent him from plummeting off the edge. Disregarding his near-death experience, Jacen said, “It’s Mom! It’s the Ghost!”

Even as he said the words, Kanan could hear the familiar rumble of the Ghost’s engines as it cruised overhead, setting down a little ways away.

“Take it easy, we don’t want you to fall off the roof before you see your mom again,” Kanan said, feeling a similar buzz of excitement going through him even as he spoke. Hera was right there. She was right there, and she was finally home. “Come on-- do you want to take the direct way down?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, hang on.” Grabbing Jacen, he swung the boy up and over one of his shoulders. Jacen let out a shrieking laugh as Kanan called on the Force and jumped from the rooftop, landing lightly next to the door just as Kasmir stepped out. He gave a strangled yelp, clutching his chest.

“Holy-- don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry,” Kanan said with a grin, depositing Jacen on the ground. His son immediately took off towards where the Ghost was-- Kanan could hear the ramp lowering even from where he stood. The next thing he heard was Jacen shouting for his mom, his voice filled with pure joy. And then he heard her. Hera’s voice. No matter how long he lived, Kanan knew that hearing her voice would always be one of the greatest experiences of his life.

As he started towards them, he heard Hera hugging and kissing Jacen. “Oh, look at you, you’ve gotten so big--”

“Mom, guess what? Sabine says there are planets on the Outer Rim that have swoop bike races, and the bikes have these crazy engines on them,” Jacen said, all but bouncing in place. “And she said they take entrances as young as fifteen, so when I get that old, I wanna go there and beat the record--”

“We’ll talk when you’re older, dear,” Hera said, humor in her voice.

“--and guess what, Uncle Zeb and Uncle Kal are here, and Rex is making dinner, and he said he’d teach me how to use his blasters, and Dad said that Rex is one of the only people he’d want to teach me that, but I have to wait until I’m older but can we please do it now--”

“Hey, what have I told you about that divide and conquer stuff?” Kanan called as he came up to them. “I already gave my answer to that one.”

Jacen let out a disappointed groan, but Kanan felt Hera’s gaze on him and he had only one thing on his mind right now. Closing the distance between them, he pulled Hera into a warm hug. “Welcome home, General Hera,” he whispered.

He felt her let out a soft chuckle. “No general now. I resigned my commission. I’m officially a civilian like everyone else, and very happy about it.”

“Maybe. But you’ll always be my captain,” Kanan said. Leaning back, he let his hands slide down to rest on her hips. “So, what are your plans now that you’re home?”

Placing the palms of her hands against his chest, Hera murmured, “I’ve got a few ideas.” The mischief in her voice brought a grin to Kanan’s face, and he leaned down, catching her lips against his in a kiss. Her hands slipped up and twined around his neck, and Hera pulled herself closer to him, kissing him back with such intensity Kanan almost lost his balance.

The next sound he properly heard was the disapproving beeps of an astromech droid. Hera laughed against his lips, and Kanan shook his head. “I’m still somehow glad you survived, Chop,” he told the droid. “Thanks for taking care of her for me.”

Chopper grumbled something, and Hera smacked him in the arm as she stepped back. “I took care of myself, thanks for noticing, love.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” Kanan said, tugging her forward into his arms again. “But you know those flyboys in the New Republic. One of them might have tried to steal your heart, and then where would we be?”

Hera came willingly into his embrace as she replied, “How can they steal it when you’re taking such good care of it?”

Kanan grinned at that. “Oh, that’s a good one.”

“Isn’t it?”

“I’ll have to remember that.” He was about to kiss her again when a shout came from the house.

“Hey, lovebirds! If you’d like to take a minute for the rest of us, dinner’s about ready,” Kasmir yelled. “And the others would like to see Captain H as well.”

Kanan released a long sigh, and Hera chuckled softly. “Later, dear,” she said.

“Later,” Kanan agreed. Unable to resist, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss against the side of her jaw, and murmured, “I’m so glad you’re back.”

“Me, too,” she said, her voice a tad breathless, and Kanan grinned.

“Can we have dinner instead of kissing now?” Jacen asked.

Letting out a laugh, Hera said, “Of course, Jacen.” Stepping away from Kanan, she led the way to the house, catching hold of Kanan’s hand as she went. Kanan willingly went after her, letting himself be pulled back into the chaos in the house. Their reunion could continue later. Because now, they had a lifetime for it. Neither of them were going anywhere, and that-- that was more than enough for Kanan.

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[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

I’ve Got You

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars + Original Character

Collection/Series: N/A

Pairing: Captain Bear (Clone Trooper OC) x Fat/Plus Size Gender Neutral Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Rating: G

Warnings: Reader is a little self-conscious of sitting properly on his lap

Summary: When there aren’t any seats at your table, Bear offers you a place to perch. 

Notes: I love one (1) man. This is a short one, it’s technically more of a prompt than a one-shot, but eh!

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Nights out with Bear, Delta, Sunny and Kal have become commonplace for you. It’s how you find yourself at the bar of your regular cantina, the White Lothcat, ordering your group a series of drinks. Some more alcoholic than others. It’s busy tonight, more so than usual. Every seat is filled, every space frequented. It’s a surprise your group managed to get a table at all, but then again, Bear managed to clear a room simply with his presence. Few people wanted to get into a fight with the giant of a man. You suspect his presence is the only reason you have a table at all. 

You’re jostled and moved by bumping shoulders as you wait for the bartender to make your drinks. Coruscant’s bars and cantinas were always filled with a diverse group of species, the common and the less so flowed through them like a stream. You could see other groups of clones too, the same familiar face, but with individual differences that made them strangers to you. 

A cough reminds you to turn back around, the Devaronian bartender is urging you to hurry up with an impatient look. You hastily pay for the round of drinks and grab the tray, trying to make it back to your table without spilling a drop or being knocked to the ground by someone. 

You return to the table with the group's drinks having successfully maneuvered yourself through the crowds without losing the drinks.  Passing spotchka to Delta, a Dantooine Ice-twist to Sunny, a Fuzzy Tauntaun to Kal and a simple soda to Bear, who as per usual, was not drinking in favour of looking after his men. He always designated himself as the sober member of the group to make sure everyone got back safe at the end of the night. 

You look for a seat at your table only to realise all the spaces are full. With a frown you look around the Cantina hoping to spot a chair you could borrow, but find none as the place was unusually busy. There was barely even a spot to stand in, you’re reminded of this fact as a twi’lek brushes past you, jostling you when his hip collides with your own. 

When you look back at your group, Bear is patting his thigh, gesturing for you to just sit there with a small smile and a come hither motion of his fingers. Dimples form at the corners of his mouth and his freckles dance with crinkles that appear around his eyes. You’re hesitant, knowing that you are not small or dainty, that you are in fact rather heavy, but his gesture is insistent and so you perch yourself carefully on the edge of his knee, mindful not to put your whole weight onto his leg. Not wishing to make him uncomfortable and instead sacrifice your own comfort as you awkwardly balance your weight, drink in hand. 

It is not comfortable, not because of Bear, but because you are balancing on the very edge of his knee, holding most of your weight in your own legs as to avoid sitting properly or heavily onto him. His thighs are thick and broad, but you perch, barely on him, not having a good seat for your wide hips. 

Bear’s hands splayed across your waist, fingers falling between the divots and folds of your side. You are ever so aware of the fact that he can feel every roll and bump in your side as he rests them there. His grip is sure and firm, however, as he pulls you back onto his leg properly, till you're sitting snug against him, hips pressed back into his own and back against his chest. He does not allow you to perch yourself awkwardly for long, ensuring your are sat securely on his thigh.

His breath is warm against your ear as he wraps one arm full around your front, pressing it into your soft stomach comfortably. “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, mesh’la.” 

There’s something so utterly exposing and yet comforting about the fact he knew, that without being told he recognised what you were doing and sought to reassure you and correct it. 

“Are...are you sure?” You ask, hesitant to hear the answer, but still needing to know that it was okay to lean heavily into him, to press backwards against him. 

His beard and his curls tickle your cheek as he presses his chin into your shoulder and whispers back at you, “Certain. You’re not going to hurt me, Mesh’la, get comfortable for me.” 

You have to force yourself to do it, but you make yourself relax into him, press your weight back against his chest and lean into him. You force yourself to stop thinking of how you distribute your weight as you sit there, but every joke and silly comment in your ear from Bear has you relaxing more and more, and has your thoughts quieting throughout the night. 

You grip the arms around your waist, tracing through the hair there, over the freckles and scars that litter his skin in an absent kind of way as you feel yourself become drowsier and drowsier the more comfortable you get. 

Bear is warm and comfortable. Thick thighs built to be sat on, broad shoulders to lean your head back against, a warm chest that pillows underneath your back. He smells like sandalwood and soap, clean and warm, his skin is soft beneath your hands and his breathing is calming, lulling you into a drowsy state that has you wanting to fall asleep right there. 

His fingers rub circles into your soft stomach as his arms crowd around you, keeping you close. Your companions just give you both a knowing look but choose, for once, not to make a teasing joke or comment. 

You decide, in that moment, that you could get used to this. You could definitely get used to this.

You’re certain you must have fallen asleep at some point because you wake drowsy and confused to Bear telling you he should get you back to your quarters and to bed. You don’t have the awareness to even get up, but that’s okay, Bear thinks. He doesn’t mind as he lifts you into his arms, your soft body pressed against him. 

You are not small, but neither is he. He’s strong, even for a clone and has little problem cushioning your head in between his shoulder and neck as he carries you back to base. You press into him, burrow closer in a way you never would have at the start of the night and it makes him smile, to know you are comfortable in his arms, that you trust him.

You fall asleep again on the journey to your quarters, shallow breathing and twitching eyelids as you drift off. He does his best to stay steady and stable through the journey, not wishing to jostle you until he has little choice. You don’t wake again that night.

When you wake the next morning you are tucked into your bed in your quarters, a glass of water on your nightstand and your shoes carefully placed by the door to your bedroom. There is a little note on durasheet written in a careful hand by the glass of water. You reach for it as you sit yourself up. 

It says two little words, ‘good morning’ followed by a smiley face drawn with little zabrak horns. You can’t help the smile that twists at the corners of your mouth. You could definitely get used to this.

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Hullo I've been sent over from Kal (@/cabbagegunk) and I just wanna know where you learn about birds?? It's not anything professional, I just have been very hyperfixated on animals esp birds and sea mammals and I don't know where I can learn about them!! Even silly facts! With my very limited knowledge tho I would say my favorite birds are pigeons and red bearded vultures, what are your favorites?

HI HI the way I know stuff about birds is that I have pet birds! That led me down very specific rabbitholes, but even if you don't have them there's some resources I can probably offer to help! I am also by no means a professional I just enjoy birds and i'm flattered that Cabbie would send someone my way for bird advice KJDSFGJKDSFDF This might get a little wordy but! Here's my general advice for anyone who wants to get into birds: A thing I got interested in was looking into birds in my local area and learning how to identify them :) I'm in Scotland so I end up looking into British bird sites like the RSPB which has full lists of them, including details about them and even recordings of their calls! I'm sure there's sites for other countries too, but sadly that's the only ones I'm super familiar with :( There's Audubon for North American birds though! Looking up local ornithology or falconry stuff is also a good call! Most falconry places would let you learn about and even interact with raptors (like hawks, eagles, owls etc), though those are usually paid since they're like... more or less classes. I also recommend typing something like "[your area] ornithology" into Google! I did that and that way I found out that there's an ornithology club near me and even some forums and a website where people from the local community upload their bird sightings and facts:] Those things ARE very hands on though and if you just want to do some easy going bird internet searching, a lot of what I do is looking into documentaries! There's a few on streaming sites like Netflix, my recommendations being Dancing with The Birds and Penguin Town! There's plenty of free bird documentaries too! I was really interested in ospreys a while back and found full length ones uploaded on Youtube them like this one ! There's loads of free stuff, and looking up specific bird documentaries will usually yield you with stuff you'd be interested in, and even if it's not the EXACT thing you're looking for, there's things adjacent that you can find! For instance, I couldn't find any full length bearded vulture documentaries for you but I did find the next best thing, this and this, which are documentaries on different kinds of vulture :] As for reading material, I like to deep dive into Wikipedia pages and sometimes scrolling to the bottom of the page to look at the sources cited for the page! Forums are also great! To answer your question though, my favourite birds are Kakariki and African penguins!!! :]

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[witcherslittledove]

Beard

I wrote this at 3am last night. It took me 9 hours to write because I was that distracted by the beard. Lovingly beta'd by @jaskiertheflowertwink

Ship: Joey Batey/Henry Cavill

Summary: Joey has a beard... like that's the plot.

Rated: T (this time)

CW: RPF

On AO3

I probably won't have tag lists but @a-gay-loverrr asked so how could I say no.

It had been months since Henry had last seen Joey. They’d finished wrapping season two of the Witcher earlier in the year and they’d both been busy with other projects. That wasn’t usually a problem for Henry, he was used to seeing his co-stars on and off between projects but for some reason he was missing Joey more than any of the others. Sure they’d been close on set, but Henry often felt an almost familial bond with his castmates. Joey was different. There was this unspoken tension between them that had been there since the read through of the first season, but neither of them had acted on it. Dating co-stars was never a good idea, especially when you didn’t know how long you would be working with them.

And Henry really didn’t want to fuck things up with Joey.

They were best friends on and off the set, and he missed him.

So watching backstage at the recording of Witchercon was, well, it was a surprise. Henry was glad he wasn’t on the stage for the recording because the noise he made was inhuman. He didn’t even know he could make that noise.

The beard.

Fucking hell.

Henry hadn’t seen much of Joey’s work outside of the witcher, he simply didn’t have time, so he’d only really seen Joey’s clean shaven Jaskier.

But the beard.

“Fuck,” he groaned and ran a hand through his hair, not caring about what the hair and make up.

Joey was working but already Henry was itching to pull out his phone and call his bard. He just looked so fucking hot. The beard was so thick, and his arms…

Shit. How had he forgotten how muscular Joey was underneath the costumes?

And just like that all the feelings he’d been suppressing flew to the surface. Henry groaned, burying his face in his hands. You didn’t date co-workers. He couldn’t date Joey, but fuck he wanted him. He wanted to know how soft the beard felt under his fingers, the brush of the bristles against his cheeks, and stolen kisses on set, in the trailers, behind the cameras.

His phone was in his hands before he could stop himself and he didn’t even register finding Joey’s number but it was ringing. With every second that Joey didn’t answer, Henry felt his anxiety spike. It had been a stupid idea, he knew Joey was working, but he had to try, on the off chance that his bard was answer.

What would he even say?

Henry would be the first to admit he was pretty useless without a script. Even his interviews were semi-scripted, he had a good idea of what the questions would be and he prepared his answers. There was no script for this, no lines to cut, no Joey to pick up in his silences.

He cursed and was about to hang up when the line clicked.

“Henry?”

“Joey?”

“Is- Is everything alright? Isn’t the stream happening now? Oh cock, did I fuck up?” Joey started to spiral and Henry knew he had to cut Joey off but he had no coherent thoughts.

“Beard.”

“What?”

“Fuck,” Henry swore, clenching his fist and he almost knocked his chair flying as he stood up in a rush.

Why the fuck had he said that? ‘Beard’. What did that even mean? He should have brought Kal with him. His beloved dog always helped to calm his nerves and it would have been something to talk about. Joey loved Kal almost as much as Henry did and it certainly would have been a better start to a conversation than ‘Beard’.

“I- ah, I like your beard,” he said, still stumbling over the words. “It suits you. A lot.”

“Oh god, it’s fucking annoying. I can’t stop scratching it, and it’s bloody hot… wait what? Did you just say you like it?”

Henry felt his cheeks heat up and he resisted the urge to hang up again. There would be no salvaging this if he hung up now, but honestly he was praying that the ground would swallow him whole, like the Selkiemore from season one. “Yeah. It’s a good look on you, Joey.”

“Huh. Are- are you flirting with me Henry? I mean, it’s fine if you’re not but- but I really want to make sure I’m not reading this wrong because it sounds a teensy bit like you are, and, ah- umm… well…”

“I’m flirting with you. Trying to at least. Is it working?”

“Yes. Cock. I said that too fast. I should have tried to act all cool,” Joey whined.

Henry chuckled, the weight on his shoulders lifting as the tightness in his chest eased. “I think I prefer you just as you are.”

“With a beard?” Joey laughed, the sound brightening Henry’s day more than anything else.

“Fuck yes,” Henry groaned. “When I’m done with this I’m coming to see you,” he paused, “if you want?”

“Darling, I would like nothing more.”

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[primasveraas-writing]

And In Darkness, I Stand- Chapter 3

Kallus’ leg is never quite the same after Bahryn. But then again, neither is he.

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3. The Ghost

The day of reckoning arrives.

Thrawn appears in the doorway, and Kallus knows that it is over. The Admiral taunts Kallus with the jamming device, the Fulcrum symbol flashing across the small screen. He has failed, and at best, he will die quickly for this discovery.

But Kallus is not one to resign himself to whatever miserable fate lies ahead. He will go down fighting, and there remains a chance to warn the rebels of the danger, as cryptic and brief as the fragment of his message is.

Kallus surges forward, attacking Thrawn with all his might. The blows are rapid and unforgiving. Thrawn targets his bad leg, yet the adrenaline overpowers the pain. Still, it is not enough to overcome Thrawn.

“Your technique is good. But… limited by your training in the Imperial Academy. Predictable.”

Thrawn is quick, strong, precise. More so than Kallus, but he does not need to win and he does not need to escape.

He throws the helmet first, which Thrawn catches easily. But the blow to his legs knocks the jammer out of his hands, and Kallus crushes it beneath his boot.

It is like clockwork, what happens next. He stands his ground, he is overpowered.

Thrawn is observant, a tactical master. He knows the weaknesses of everyone around him, and how to use them to ensure that he is the most powerful in the room.

It’s no surprise, really, that a series of swift kicks are delivered to Kallus’ right leg, which is healed but not correctly, functional, but not without pain.

Kallus lands on his back and is about to rise again when Thrawn looms over him, and brings his heel down on the barely-fixed bone. 

His vision goes white instantly; he’s pretty sure he screams, but that fact matters less than the poison in every cell in his body, than the agony worse than death as the bone shatters.

It is worse than ever before. It is worse than the first break and the flare-ups, and the burning sensation after field missions. It is worse than the night he couldn’t sleep, overcome by the need for more bacta, convinced that he would be better off without the leg, when he desperately wished he had just sucked it up and gone to the medbay after Bahryn.

But here he is. He cannot even think to get to his feet, then Thrawn lifts Kallus by the front of his shirt and delivers a punch to his chest, sending him flying into the night air, where he collides with the durasteel railing.

That might have hurt, he registers dully, but it is insignificant compared to the agony in his leg.

He loses.

But the message got through. He has not failed in totality, and the rebels have a chance.

-

That he lives is cruel. Thrawn tortures Kallus, hangs him up by his wrists like a slab of meat, and beats him. He asks no questions, and Kallus knows he would not break, but the lack of interrogation is still a relief.

This, he deserves. Under Imperial law, it is only fair that a traitor is punished. Kallus would take this over an interrogation, which is sure to follow after the assault on the rebels, and he can only hope that Thrawn doesn’t deign to do so personally.

He does not want to break. He hopes he dies before he reveals any secrets of the rebellion- not that they trusted their spy with much, in the first place.

At the end of the day, the rebels prevail, as is so ingrained in their nature to succeed against impossible odds. What’s more is that he apparently does have the heart of a rebel- some of their lucky nature passes to him, and he finds himself safely aboard the Ghost, thanked by Kanan Jarrus and Hera Syndulla alike. It is surreal, and strange, but for the first time in months, he is safe. At peace, even, at least for now.

But he is left alone. The rebels are making do with what little they have. They are busy, and Kallus, who once wished for the end of the entire movement and every being involved, remains in a corner of the ship that rescued him, his mind racing.

That is one benefit to it all. He’s particularly sharp now, going over what Imperial Intelligence he has memorized and can share with the rebellion. He feels little pain and can even stand, and the adrenaline coursing through his veins fuels him until the Ghost rendezvous with a rebel command ship.

He’s the last to embark, hanging back until Hera claps him on the shoulder, nearly pushing him out the door.

“Come on,” she says, nodding towards the bustling hallway. If she’s tired, she doesn’t show it, and a small smile pulls at her lips. “I’ll take you to medical.”

“I’m fine,” Kallus insists, because he feels so. “It looks worse than it is, Captain.”

“Hera,” she corrects him instantly. “And I chose to believe that if you come with me to Command then go to the medbay straight after.”

Kallus nods, because he has confronted Hera’s will a great many times and seldom triumphed. They trudge through the unfamiliar halls together, Kallus bowing his head to avoid the stares of those passing or congratulating Hera, who promises a quick debriefing then rest before reorganizing in the morning. He doesn’t imagine it will be as easily delivered to him as it will be for her, but he thinks of sleeping in a room surrounded by people he isn’t actively betraying, and perhaps talking to Garazeb soon, and the thought calms him.

A spike of pain shoots through him with his next step forward. Kallus falters, then grits his teeth and presses forward.

“Agent- Kallus,” Hera says, frowning at him. She touches his arm, gently, and Kallus is surprised at the care. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he promises. Every step hurts progressively more.

She regards him, wary, and Kallus pretends he does not see the concern painted across her face. However, she continues to lead him towards the command center once he takes another step without wincing.

The pain is too familiar, and logically, Kallus knows that it will overcome him soon. But if he can suppress it for now, if he can confront the Rebellion's leadership first, then he can deal with the injury, once placated by an understanding of his future with the Alliance.

Hera indicates that they're close, her montrals swishing as she peers around the next corner. Kallus inhales sharply once her attention diverts from him, suddenly aware that he'd forgotten to breathe.

She waves him on. Kallus' leg feels like lead. He tries to go through the door, and stumbles, lightheaded.

"Kallus, are you sure-"

"Yes," he wheezes, bracing himself in the doorway. Officials in the command center look up at him- he recognizes faces but can recall no names.

"Kallus-"

He stands straight up, preparing to look Hera in the eye, but his leg buckles under the weight, and he cries out in pain. She's supporting him now, her hands under his arms, and she's saying something, her green eyes filled with alarm.

Kallus tries to look up at her, assure her that he’s fine, but the hurt widens and spreads until it is burning at him yet again and Kallus cannot remember a single word he was going to say. He’s doubled over, and he can’t speak, nor see, and the agony consumes him, and he’s falling, falling- then all goes black.

-

Kallus opens his eyes slowly. His eyelids are heavy, and his exhausted body begs him to go back to sleep, But he’s here, in the Chimera’s medbay, and he’s not sure if he’s yet safe-

He blinks again. Someone is next to his cot- someone- Zeb.

The Lasat is slumped over, clasping Kallus’ hand. Kallus stirs, reaching for Zeb, and croaks out his name.

Instantly, Zeb wakes, sitting up straight. “Kal,” he gasps, leaning forward. “You’re up.”

Kallus nods, too tired to speak. His brow furrows, but two questions come to mind, and he can’t decide which to ask first.

He doesn’t know where he is, but Zeb is here, so he must be safe. That issue is resolved then, so:

“‘s my leg still there?”

Zeb looks confused, glancing from Kallus to his legs beneath the sheets. Then, he huffs out a laugh and takes Kallus’ hand again.

“Yeah, Kal, it’s alright. You’re gonna be okay, you hear me?”

Kallus nods again, satisfied. That is enough for now, and he lets his eyes slide shut.

-

He is alone when he wakes again, save for the meddroid fiddling with the tubes in his arm. Kallus groans- his head hurts, and he still feels tired, but other than that, the pain is not bad.

“Kallus,” the droid says, its overly-large eyes peering at him. “You are awake.”

“Yes,” he agrees, then groans as he stretches, running a hand over his face. There’s stubble on his chin and his beard. He’s been out for most of a day, then, possibly longer. And he’s here, on some Rebel ship, and not the Chimera. This explains the droid, which looks ancient, scratched and dented. It appears to have been taped together in more than one place, and Kallus smiles to himself.

“We know nothing of your medical history.” The droid tells him. “Although I have conducted many tests, there are still questions.”

“Okay.” Kallus is pretty sure that his questions (where is he, what day is it, where is Zeb) should have higher priority, but he is too out of it to protest, so he nods. “You may ask them.”

“Excellent.” A beat. “What is your first name?”

He laughs, a deep, rumbling sound emitting from deep in his throat. It’s been a long time since he’s laughed like that, and his voice was already scratchy from underuse. “Alexsandr,” he says, then spells it. Perhaps he is a good spy, after all. He doubts that anyone in Imperial Command knows his first name, either, though this is attributed to a lack of care rather than insufficient information.

There are a few more basic questions about his background and history. Kallus realizes that he’s in the Rebellion’s system now, and he wonders what his file says. Alexsandr Kallus. Coruscanti. Previously Agent Kallus, ISB, Fulcrum. Wanted by the Empire for ten counts of treason; wanted by the Rebel Alliance for one hundred crimes against humanity.

He snorts. The meddroid, which was turning away from him, pauses. “Can I help you, Alexsandr?”

“No,” Kallus says quickly. “I mean- yes. Do you know where Garazeb Orrelios is?”

“The Lasat? He has been here for the last twenty-four standard hours. I do not know where he went.”

Oh. Kallus feels heat flame his cheeks, and a monitor next to him beeps. His blush deepens when he realizes that his heart monitor made the sound; his heartbeat has just spiked.

“I will get a medic to speak with you about your leg.” The droid looks at the monitor, then back at him. “Do not excite yourself further.”

Kallus coughs, unable to look at the droid. “Yes,” he mutters, ashamed. “I will do that.”

The medic is a Rodian, who speaks in a soft tone and seems to barely remember where she is. This fact isn’t particularly comforting, but she is kind enough and patient with all his questions.

His right leg had a severe initial break that never healed correctly, causing weakness in his tibia and impeding the muscles and tendons in his entire leg. The strain that later followed only made this worse, and almost two days ago, the leg was shattered again- he broke both his tibia and his fibula. Bone fragments have punctured both his muscle and his flesh, but in short- it will never heal right, and Kallus will be affected for the rest of his life.

She explains that they operated on him, once Hera and two other rebels dragged him into the infirmary. It was easier to keep him under after he had passed out, and they did the best they could trying to prevent infection and further blood loss. He’s also covered in extensive bruises, including on his ribs.

“How do you feel?” The Rodian concludes, fiddling with one of the machines next to him.

“Like I could run forty klicks,” he mutters, staring down at his leg. Right now, it’s wrapped in bandages and some sort of brace.

She brustles, looking shocked. “I thought I made it clear that wasn’t possible-”

“It’s-” he sighs. “I understand.”

“Well, I-”

“Kal!” The budding argument is halted in its tracks; Zeb stands in the doorway, disheveled but grinning. “You’re awake!”

“I am.” He’s not, technically- he’s hasn’t yet attempted to sit up, but Kallus cares very little about the nuance, and Zeb makes his way over to Kallus’ bedside. 

“Good.” Zeb scans him with barely-suppressed joy. “You scared us,” he admits. “Hera says you just collapsed.”

“Yes, well, the adrenaline wore off.” Kallus doesn’t look at Zeb. “I’m recovered now.”

“I know.” A smile creeps back into Zeb’s tone. “I don’t believe you can be kept down for long.”

“I can’t,” Kallus agrees, echoing Zeb’s humor.

“Do you remember anything?” Zeb stops fiddling with his pants and instead smooths out Kallus’ blanket.

“A little.” His brow furrows. “I remember that you were there for me.”

“I was.”

“The meddroid says you were with me for a full rotation.”

Zeb is suddenly very interested in a spare thread on his pants. “I was,” he mumbles, and Alexsandr suppresses another smile, glancing away so that Zeb doesn’t see.

“I didn’t want you to be alone,” Zeb continues, his shoulders slouching. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up.”

“It’s okay.” Alexsandr didn’t know his voice could go this soft, but Zeb’s next words distract him from this point, his tone just as gentle.

“I’m sorry about your leg.”

“Don’t be.” It comes out flat, and Kallus looks away from Zeb.

It will heal. He’ll walk again, but he’ll be limping and limited. He’s going to have a cane adjusted to him tomorrow. He may never do fieldwork again.

“I am.” And Zeb sounds like it too, though his expression is devoid of pity. “Still, I thought you’d like to know that everyone in command is excited to have you here. It’s all anyone can talk about.”

“Really?” A jolt of surprise travels through him. “They don’t hate me?”

He sounds sarcastic, but Zeb looks back at him, completely serious. “You saved our necks more times than we can count. And you’re a goldmine for Imperial information.”

Right. His expression falls before he can help it. “You’re a badass ‘n a hero, Kal. That’s what they care about.”

“I’m not sure if I am. Or that I will be.” Kallus gestures to his leg, bound and immobile before them both.

Zeb’s expression softens, and he rests his hand on Kallus’ arm. “Right. I’m sure that will stop you.”

“It’s different. How can I help that?”

“So are you gonna retire? Hide in the medbay or go to the Outer Rim until the war is over?”

Frustration builds in Kallus, and he sits completely upright, clenching the sheets in his hands. “It’s not that simple! Of course I’m not going to- to kriff off and die- but I can’t walk!”

“Not forever.” Zeb amends. “And you’re one of the greatest minds we have.” Zeb glances around the empty room. “Don’t tell anybody I said that.”

“I’m a former Imperial, a spy and I have months of recovery ahead. I’m not entirely convinced people want me here.”

“I do,” Zeb says immediately, then glances away, scratching the back of his head. “I, er- well, I do. And so do a lot of other people.”

Kallus looks up at him, and Zeb meets his eyes again after a long moment. “Do you want to be here?” He asks softly.

“Yes, I do.”

“Good.” Zeb grins, but there is tenderness in his gaze. “Then you’ll put your mind to it and everything will work out.”

“You sound very confident in this fact.”

“I’m confident in you.”

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I am distinctly aware of the lack of research that I’ve done. I’m doing my best to be canon-compliant here but sometimes I don’t have the energy to remember that a shower is a sonic and not a shower… so here we are.

Additionally, please take any medical jargon with a grain of salt. I am not a doctor, and I’m mostly going with “yeah that seems like it could happen” as far as realism goes. Nevertheless, thank you for the warmth with which this story has been received, and thank you all for your support!

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[viking-raider]

Daddy Who? *Anon Request*

Summary: Henry is filming Nomis, you and your eleven-month daughter are there with him. But, at the end of filming, his daughter doesn’t recall Henry after he makes a change to himself. And you try not to die of laughing, over it.

Pairing: Henry/Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Rating: Henry’s a dad, do I have to go on?

Inspiration: Anon Request (x)

One of the absolute best days of Henry Cavill's life, was the day your and his daughter was born.

Henry told everyone that would listen, his friends and family, fans that asked him, even in interviews, how gorgeous she was, just like you, and smart and funny. The Brit could, and would, go on for hours, if you let him. He took the last two months of you being pregnant, wanting to be there when you went into labor, and the first four months of her life, off work. He wanted to be there for every moment. He was even excited to change her diaper for the first time, even though he did gag a bit. But, soon, he needed to go back to work, and it took him to Canada, across the ocean from his precious girls. He only lasted a week before he paid for a private jet to bring you both over to where he was filming, Nomis. By the time your daughter got old enough to really remember your and Henry's faces, Henry was scruffy and his hair was long, it was part of the movie. You rather liked yourself, his curls were a weakness of yours, and a praise, when you realized your daughter had them too.

“Hey, baby.” Henry grinned at his daughter, now eleven months old. “How's my Daddy's girl?” he asked her, making her laugh and reach out to him from her crib. “Shh,” he shushed her, pressing a careful finger to his lips as he balanced her on his hip, looking back to the bed, as you rolled over in your sleep. “Don't wake Mummy.” he chuckled at her, carrying her out of the room, so they wouldn't bother you. “You hungry?”

“Da!” she squealed, planting her hands on his bearded face. “DA!” She screeched, it was her favorite word, and her answer to everything, she already knew how to own the world.

“Alright!” Henry laughed, pressing his lips to her chubby cheek.

Henry set her down in her height chair and padded into the kitchen and make them both some breakfast, and himself some coffee as well, it was his last day filming Nomis. Breakfast, and coffee, acquired, Henry sat down at the table with her and started feeding her breakfast. The sound of him playing the airplane delivering the food into her gaping mouth, was what woke you up. You rolled out of bed and quietly went to the bedroom door, seeing them from there, Henry's back to you and your daughter far to enamored by him and food, to notice you. You blushed, leaning against the door jam, as you watched him, he was such a phenomenal father, so active in her life and doting, and spoiling her. You'd never been happier, and knew Henry hadn't either.

“DA!” She screamed, beaming at you with blue eyes and making you laugh out loud, catching Henry's attention.

“Hey, babe.” He grinned, getting up to greet you. “I hope, we didn't wake you up.” he said, against your lips.

“Like I care,” You told him, smiling. “you two can wake me up for the rest of my life.”

“We just might.” Henry laughed, as your daughter roared in her chair, for the rest of her breakfast. “Daddy's coming, sweetie.” he said, kissing you again, before going back to her and the rest of their breakfast.

“You finish filming today, right?” You asked, pouring yourself a cup of coffee and sit beside them.

“I do.” Henry nodded, wiping the Baby's face, then picking her up and letting her stand between his legs, she'd started walking recently, but still needed work on her balance. “Then, we can go back home to London.” He told you, his arms shooting out as she wobbled away from him and over to you, but you grabbed her smoothly and sat her on your thigh.

“Nice, just in time for winter there.” You rolled your eyes, looking out the large living room windows to the snow that had been dominating Canada since you got there, months before.

“At least, it's our own place and not a rented flat.” Henry countered, getting up to get dressed. “I might be a little late coming home from wrap.” he called, from the bedroom.

“That's fine.” You answered, letting your Daughter slip off your leg and waddle off to find Henry in the closet, or bathroom, you couldn't tell which.

He dressed, and kissed you both a dozen plus times before making it out the door to work, and you sighed as your daughter started screaming for him to come back, knowing Henry was probably running down the hall to keep himself from coming back to her. It didn't last long though, it never did, Kal would always rouse himself at her dissatisfied wails and come to her aid, licking her face and letting her hold onto his fur, good natured as always. You two spent the day happily together, taking Kal for a walk, watching her favorite cartoons, naps, and you reading to her, before making dinner. You were in the middle of doing that, when the apartment door opened and closed, and a strange man stood in your kitchen doorway.

“Good lord, that's a face I haven't seen in a really long time.” You grinned, pulling dinner off the stove and turning to Henry. “This why you're late?” You asked, moving closer to run your hand over his smooth cheek.

“It is.” He nodded, kissing you, and smiling as you giggled at the lack of his beard, you'd grown so use to it.

“You look good, no matter what.” You said, against his lips, running your hands though his now shorter, but still slightly curly hair. “And, on cue.” You laughed, hearing your daughter wake up in you and Henry's bed, from her nap.

“I got her.” Henry told you, hugging you against him and kissing you a bit longer, before letting you go and entering the bedroom.

You'd turned back to dinner, when you heard your daughter's piercing scream for you, which was utterly odd. You set dinner down again and went into the bedroom, to find what looked like your husband and daughter having a Mexican stand off. She holding herself up on one side of the bed, screaming and crying bloody murder, and Henry standing utterly horrified on the other end, his hands still out from when he went to pick her up.

“What's going on?” You asked, looking between the two of them.

Your daughter turned and waddled as quickly over to you as her teeny legs would allow, and clutched you around the leg, pressing her wet and hot face to your bare skin. “MAMA!!” She shrieked again.

“I don't...know.” Henry told you, looking at her, hiding behind you, and his arms dropped limp to his sides. “I just came in to pick her up, she screamed and moved away from me.” He explained. “She's never done that before.” His heart hurt seeing how upset his daughter was, and not being able to console her.

You carefully untangled her arms from around your leg and squatted in front of her, you wiped her tears away, and let her hug your neck. “What's wrong, baby?” You asked her softly, brushing her chocolate brown curls out of her sweaty and teary face, she'd worked herself into a good freak out.

She turned and pointed at stubby little finger at Henry, then buried her face back into your neck, wailing like a banshee. You hugged your arms around her, burying your face into her little neck and broke done into an absolute fit of laughter, nearly drowned out her crying.

“You think this is funny!” Henry snapped, a tad jealous, and terrified at the same time, watching both his wife and daughter in some type of fit, or other before, him, and not a clue what to do about it. “Y/n!”

“I'm sorry!” You cried, still laughing and rubbing your daughter's back as her tears soaked the shoulder of your shirt. “I don't know how to tell you this, without sounding like an ass, and making it seem horrid..” You wheezed.

“Oh, and my own daughter being terrified of me isn't?” He sighed, the look of pain on his face, hurt more than the stitch you had from laughing.

“Henry.” You grinned at him, clearing your throat. “You've looked the same to her, almost all her life.” You explained to him, patting her back as she calmed down, but still wouldn't take her face from your shoulder. “She doesn't know this you.” You told him, softly, seeing the realization, that his daughter didn't really recognize him, and you felt punched in the heart.

“And she woke up to seeing this me.” Henry sighed, sitting down on the messy bed, like a mountain.

“Exactly, love.” You nodded. “You just startled her, that's all.” You told him, pulling your daughter away from your chest. “It's not the end of the world, like the two of you drama queens are making it out to be.” You giggled, cupping her face. “That's Da, baby.” You told her, softly.

“No!” She yelled, stamping her foot and making you laugh even more. “Not Da.”

Henry smacked his hands to his face and groaned. “This is fucking great.” he groaned into them.

“Oh my god, this is going to be the best story to tell people.” You said, milking it. “I've got an interview in two weeks, I'm so telling it.” You snorted, but focused back on her. “That's Daddy, baby girl.” You told her, turning her around to face him on the bed, his face still covered as he hunched over with his elbows a top his knees. “Go look.” You whispered into her ear.

“Let her see you, in her own speed, babe.” You told him, watching her slowly move over to him, one foot at a time.

Henry stayed the way he was, still hunched and elbows on his knees, his face still covered with his hands, but spread his fingers enough see her. He bit his lip feeling her little hand on his thigh, steadying herself before it moved to his forearm, her other hand moved out and grabbed his other forearm. You stood in the bedroom doorway, waiting. The air felt still, even Kal, was still and focused on the Father/Daughter duo. Her tiny hand moved up to one of Henry's bigger ones, wrapping around his thumb, and Henry let her pull his hand away from his face, biting his lip and waiting for her to start screaming and running away from him again. But, she didn't. She let go of his hand and carefully crawled into his lap, her other hand grabbing the thumb of his hand still pressed to his face and pulling it away. She blinked her wet blue eyes at him, her eyebrows knitting together, making your heart flutter, she looked so much like him. Your daughter rested her palms on Henry's smooth cheeks, steadying herself, and Henry moved back at bit, letting her stand up in his lap, his hands on her hips, and her face searching his, so intently.

A huge grin crossed her face, suddenly, and your heart started beating again. “DA!” She screamed, bouncing in his lap, excitedly.

Henry let out a single breath, smiling and hugged her against him. “Hey, baby girl.” He whispered into her curls.

You winked at him, and went back into the kitchen to finish dinner. Henry's missing identity being found, the three of you had a great rest of the night. Your daughter totally obsessed with patting Henry's cheeks, fascinated by their smoothness. You admit to bouts of laughing seeing her do it, and warming to the pure relieve Henry had that she seemed totally fine with it, now.

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