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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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Comic con relief

Henry Cavill drabble

Disclaimer: bit of strong language

Author’s note: For all my fellow dorky cosplayers who can’t go to events right now - I feel you. In this drabble you are stuck in an elevator with some of your nerdy friends and ..ehh..one very cute Mr. Cavill?

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Henry. Was. Tired. He blinked as the elevator doors slid open and 4 Nazgûl strolled in, their hoods hiding the people beneath, animated chatter echoing through the small cell as soon as the elevator doors closed again. They didn’t even seem to notice him through their hoods, their bodies turning away from him as one of them peered at the buttons, face hovering mere inches from the buttons, before hesitantly selecting one - they probably could see very little through the gauze of their hoods. Henry stifled a sniffle as he managed to get a better look at them. They weren’t common Nazgûl, their arms clutching happily coloured pool noodles and candy-shaped floaties. Original, he had to give them that. Hehe.

Even after visiting at least a hundred comic cons, he could still savour these moments. There was nothing more enjoyable than to just be able to watch people as they were just so fully engrossed in being themselves that they didn’t even have time to throw themselves at Henry’s feet. Right now, Henry was just another regular man. A regular man standing in an elevator with the pool-ready ring-servants of the dark lord Sauron, like it was just another Wednesday.

Well.

Actually, it really was just another Wednesday.

And this situation wasn’t out of the ordinary for the Wednesdays Henry had been having.

Henry was currently on a tight scheduled press tour and today’s comic con was one of the many events he was attending to promote the new season of the Witcher. The rush of such a tour was a bit of a double edged sword. He loved to meet his fans, but he was only but a man of flesh and blood, a mere mortal. And mortals..well..they get tired.

Leaning heavily against the back of the elevator wall, he observed the Nazgûl as they pressed another one of the buttons, their voices discussing their plans for the night. From the sounds coming from their mysterious hoods, Henry recognised them to be men. Probably brits just like him. One with a deep baritone voice and two tenors. The fourth one quiet.

The elevator started to move up, the Nazgûl quick to widen their stances before it would be a sea of fallen over black robes. Henry smiled again.

‘Ooph I can’t wait to get this off. It is the freaking Anduin river down my butt crack.’ The baritone voice chuckled.

‘Dude! Grossss. But agreed. Next time we better build in some cooling system. WEW.’ One of the tenors said.

‘Well you guys go ahead and fix that, you’re the techs in here!’ The fourth one spoke. A ..a woman? Henry looked in mild confusion, his eyes gliding down her shapeless black robes, trying to learn more about her but failing miserably. She was quite tall, but other than that there was no saying what she’d look like. It intrigued him, his eyes resting on her for a longer moment then was probably socially appropriate. He was glad they hadn’t realised yet that he was here with them.

‘Ey and we gotta take some last pictures guys. For fun!’ A tenor said, his hand already digging down his robes to pull out a smartphone. This whole scenario was getting more amusing by the second, especially because the dangerous looking gauntlets were obviously not very practical to take pictures with. Henry grinned, deciding to remain quiet.

‘You and your darn pictures. You could practically plaster your whole bedroom with the whole photo report you’ve made today.’ The other tenor sighed, his complaint falling on deaf ears as the tenor leaned into him to make a selfie, his gloves turning up into a “we will rock” sign.

‘Can you blame me though? I mean..look at us! We’re like the sexiest Ringwraiths of the waterpark!’ The tenor laughed, wobbling his head with a sass. A sassy Ringwraith, but of course.

‘Poooolll partyyy…’ The baritone whispered with an ominous tone.

‘Aren’t we just..dreadfully moist.’ The woman said, a dry humour dripping through her words.

Henry decided to step in.

‘Hey, if you want I can take some pictures of you guys?’

With comical spins on their heels, the four quickly turned around, obviously surprised by the fact there was a 5th person in this elevator. They were properly startled, the elevator quiet as the cabin zipped smoothly through the elevator shaft. Henry smiled awkwardly, shrugging.

‘Woa…’ One of the tenors finally managed, his hand quick to move up his hood and reveal the face of a chubby ginger man, his chin hidden behind a thick beard. ’No effing way…eh.. Sorry we didn’t see you there Mr. Cavill.’

The other two men also took off their hoods, looking quite flabbergasted. ‘Oh..I should not have talked about my ass crack…’ The baritone muttered.

Henry laughed, shaking his head. ‘Oh no really, it is fine. You are amongst friends. Do not contempt yourself.’ His eyes quickly slid towards the woman, but she did not take off her hood, her hood only turned so she could see him. Or well..maybe could see him. Perhaps she only saw a vague blur right now.

‘But eh..want me to take a picture of you guys?’ Henry asked again. The men quickly started to nod their heads, hands pulling back their hoods. ‘Yea man! Thanks. That’s very kind of you.’

‘No problem, no problem.’ Henry carefully took the smartphone from the evil looking gauntlet that was stretched out to him, then stepped as far back into the corner as he could. Holding the phone up close to his nose he could just manage to get you all in the picture.

‘Alright. Great! Love your costumes by the way.’

‘Thanks! Oh can we have one picture with you too? I mean, if that’s not too forward. We understand if you -’

‘Oh no please. Sure! I’d love that. Could I perhaps take one with my phone as well, for my..Instagram? Is that okay with you guys?’

‘Heck yes! Woa..’

The men were obviously enjoying how easy going Henry was, and Henry was glad they didn’t go to overboard on the fangirling department. Henry squatted down in front of the Nazgûl squad and first made a selfie with their smartphone, before taking out his smartphone and shooting some selfies with that too.

It was then the elevator came to a very sudden, shaky stop.

The group wobbled dangerously uncoordinated, gauntlets gripping shiny railings and steadying against the walls as it appeared the elevator had gotten stuck, the doors not opening like they usually would. The woman shrieked in slight panic, her body stuck between one of her friends and the corner of the small elevator cabin, her hooded face probably having stopped her from grasping a railing in time.

‘Dudee!!’ She groaned, pushing off her friend.

The friend laughed, moving away before reaching out an arm to pull her back up. ’Sorry darlin’. Looks like you should have eaten less of that buffet..’

‘Very funny.’ She invisibly rolled her eyes.

‘Hehe. Went to that big toe again I’m sure. Gotta lay low on those chocolates dear!’ One of the other men chuckled, the last of the group now peering at the buttons on the panel.

‘Oh just give it a moment.’ Henry said, touching the man’s shoulder to alert him. ‘It’s probably just a little hiccup. It happens more often than you’d like to imagine.’ He smiled.

They all sighed, Henry’s eyes turning up to look at the ceiling. He chewed on his bottom lip in silent frustration, his fingers gripping with aggravation around his phone.

UGH…really? Could this day get any more frustrating?

He wished he could just wind down for the day. He had been up since 7 o’clock and he maybe, accidentally, accepted to join his manager to an after party event tonight. Standing here, stuck in an elevator, he realised it really was the last thing he wanted to do. He wished he could just pull on a robe just like theirs and disappear into the comfort of just being Henry for tonight. To really..relax.

‘Had a long day?’ The woman asked, tilting her head in Henry’s direction. He looked at her, her face still hooded and cloaked. Alright, she probably could see him, otherwise she hadn’t noticed his quiet sulking. Henry sighed.

‘Yea. And no end in sight unfortunately. I halfwittedly agreed to join this after party. So perhaps the almighty gods are just sending me a sign by stopping this elevator.’ He smiled a tired smile.

‘Can’t you just..cancel?’ She asked, shrugging.

‘Perhaps. But perhaps the decision to go has already been made by this elevator.’ Henry shrugged in turn.

‘Hey! You could join us for drinks if you want. Just gonna relax in our room. Play a quick D&D campaign with some beers.’ The baritone said, his hand once more moving to remove his cap. He offered Henry a comforting smile, making Henry realise these were really rather nice people. And fun people too.

He sighed. He wished he could say yes. But he ...he promised. He wasn’t one to break promises.

‘Well I promised my manager..can’t really disappoint him. But thanks for the offer -‘

The lights flickered and everyone instantly looked up, hands moving back to the railings to steady themselves for any sudden movement of the cabin. But…nothing. Still no movement.

‘Hmm, looks like they’re trying to fix it.’ Henry said.

‘Any idea how long that usually takes?’ One asked.

The other men once more removed their hoods, faces hot and slightly annoyed, brows furrowing.

‘Could be a few minutes. Could be half an hour. I don’t know really. Just prepare for it to take a while.’

‘UGH. It’s too fucking hot.’ The woman groaned, her hand finally moving to lift her hood. Henry’s eyes instantly moved to see her, his eyes taking in the bliss of recognising soft skin and blushing cheeks as her black hood pulled away.

She was…very…pretty.

He quickly looked away from her, not wishing to seem rude, but his stare did not go unnoticed by the other men, their mouths curling in knowing smiles.

‘Well looks we might be here for a while.’ A very slender faced man with receding hairline said. One of the tenors.

Henry nodded, chewing his lip.

‘Got any tips on what to do? You said this happens more often?’ The woman asked, Henry’s eyes not hesitating a moment to look back into hers. Gods she was far too pretty to be a nerd. He scolded himself for staring at her again, his brain not managing to process the question she just asked him.

‘Earth to Henry, earth to Henry.’ She waved her gauntleted hand in front of his face and he quickly blinked, a blush brushing over his chiseled cheeks.

‘…I am..so..sorry..I just..’ He shook his head and smiled awkwardly, the knowing grins on the faces of the other men growing by the second.

‘I guess I really should take a night to unwind haha. But, to answer your question; there’s not much we can do. Just wait.’

‘Our offer still stands!’ The bearded ginger said, winking. The woman rolled her eyes, but also shrugged in agreement.

Henry looked at the group hesitantly, before quickly checking the floor sign that was now blinking erratically. It didn’t look like he was going anywhere anytime soon. Perhaps they wouldn’t even make it out of this elevator. Could you imagine? Stuck in an elevator with 4 Nazgûl? He sure had another fun story to tell after today.

‘Thanks..’ Henry smiled.

Could he cancel his manager? Should he..join these people? They seemed fun. And another night alone in a hotel room was probably not going to do him any good either. He chewed his lip again - he did that too often, he admitted it -, his hand suddenly buzzing. Or no actually it was the phone in his hand that was buzzing.

Like the devil.

His manager had just texted him.

“Henners. I’m afraid I can’t make it. Feeling a bit iffy and gonna hit the hay early. See you tomorrow.”

YES.

Henry sighed in relief, the weight of the world slightly less heavy on his shoulders just now. He didn’t have to spend his night entertaining others, striking up polite conversation and try to keep his composure while a hundred fans wanted to take pictures with him. He didn’t have to pretend to be this hot shot superstar. He could..

He looked up from his phone, the group of Nazgûl already conversing again about this D&D session they just spoke about. Hmm..Should he? He never…well..maybe?

‘Hey. UH..before I say..yes..is it like..okay if I’ve never played D&D before? I mean I don’t want to..-‘

‘YES MAN! Oh and don’t worry. We’ve had plenty of virgins.’ The skinny man quickly interjected, immediately realising those choice words were…well..less convenient.

They all burst out laughing.

‘Good ol’ cherry poppin’ murder hobos, we are.’ The woman chuckled, poking the skinny man in his side. He groaned, the sound drowning in the now very loud laughter reverberating from Henry’s chest.

‘What?!’ The woman shrugged, acting playfully unabashed.

‘Nothing, nothing. I just..never..ever..heard a pretty woman say something like that..ever.’ Henry chuckled, his laughter making him cough slightly. ‘Sorry about that.’ He grinned, offering her a cheeky wink.

‘Oh..’ The woman started to blush profusely, her hand quick to pull her cap back on.

Cute, Henry thought.

’No, no, please. No need to..’ Henry stepped in closer, his hand carefully lifting the hood back from her face, her flushed cheeks appearing from beneath the pool of black. Gods she was pretty. She looked up into his eyes, her breath coming in short, pupils dilated. Ah..she…liked..him..too? It must be Henry’s lucky day…

The elevator jolted.

And suddenly Henry had her in his arms, his body pressing her back into the corner. Oh she was shapely too. His breath choked as he blinked a bit, his brain short circuiting for the longest moment as his hands safely held her against his chest, perky breasts squished against him. Ooph..okay..take a hold of yourself Henry. Don’t be an idiot now.

One of the man stood up from his awkward half-tumble and sniffled in amusement, looking at the way Henry held on to his lady friend.

‘WELL. Looks like we found ourselves a knight errant for tonight’s campaign!’

The woman blinked, still somewhat overcome by this strange turn of events, the feeling of being wrapped in the arms of one very hot Henry Cavill, the very man not making any attempt to let her go. And then her lips curled up in a smile, her shoulders starting to shake, a heart warming laugh bursting through her full lips.

‘Just…hahahaha..wiew okay..so you know..I play a very fat old wizardess. Not really likely to be saved by any knight errants..any day.’

‘Well..maybe this Wednesday is different?’ Henry tried, finally stepping back and joining them in their laughter, his lips turning up in an amused grin.

He liked these people and thanked the elevator gods for interfering on his night.

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And what a fun night it was. It was about 3 o’clock when he finally made it back to his hotel room, his cheeks tired from laughter, his head slightly buzzed from the beer and his heart warm, hands clenched around his phone. His most prized possession right now, because it held her number. Her friends had quickly given it to him when she had gone to the bathroom. And he felt like he was the luckiest man in the whole wide world right now.

A nerdy girl? With humour? And that attractive? Stuck with him in an elevator? He would have said no way, had you told him he’d meet a woman like her this morning. But right now, all he could say was; yes way. Sighing in happy relief, he sank down into his pillow, his heart beating with giddy joy. Today, was perhaps the start of many very good, good days.

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wowheadquarters · 5 years

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What other race would they recruit for their cause?

For a lovable anon. Ft. a lot of special guests. I would also like to thank @val-entines for the exceptional work they did on colouring the portrait of Prophet-Queen Amarnie.

Anduin: A controversial choice to start this list with but: The Black dragonflight.

Ghost Varin: You just want an excuse to get to see your boyfriend more, we get it. Wrathion: As much as I’d love to have a valid reason to sneak into Anduin’s bedroom every other night, I’d still prefer not to be dragged into all this political mess as someone’s second. I would like to have my opinions, express them, and not just... be on a wild ride whenever Greymane thinks he wants a war.

The Council of Three Hammers: The Frostborn. They are virtually the only “good” dwarves who aren’t a part of the Alliance yet.

Velog: Yeah, sure, but if we have to travel anywhere hotter than the thawing point, we are just not going.

Tyrande: The Shen’dralar. They had asked us for help anyway.

Mordent: You know, I have been waiting for this sort of audience for quite a couple of years now. I’ve made up my mind: No. Just to spite you, it’s not happening.

Mekkatorque: The mechagnomes, because they are beautiful and also his size.

Mimiron: I don’t know if you remember, but my little creations have... kind of corrupt-defects. Not exactly reliable.

Velen: The Ethereal, namely the Consortium. We need our own all-for-the-business faction to compete the Horde’s Bilgewater cartel.

Haramand: Sure, old man goat. But I am selling you to the highest bidder.

Genn: The Vulpera. For... reasons.

Kiro: Thatr’s nice in theory. But a) I am not willing to be alligned with a guy who is both a furry on main and afraid to say it, and b) we get along with the Horde just nicely, thank you very much.

Aysa: The Saberon. I am a humanoid bear, I have no shame of being a furry on main.

Ashripper: Heh, good luck. Uniting the Saberon for any kind of cause is like herding cats. Aysa: You are cats. Ashripper: Yep. That’s why it’s so fitting!

Alleria: The centaurs. They are basically a cavalry on their own!

Kammah: I am not fighting by the side of... of.... them! Shodo: You dare to show your face here? You... you mule! Alleria: Gentlemen, please! Oh, never mind, they are after each other’s neck again.

Turalyon: Uhhhh... The Tol’vir maybe? I don’t really know, I think we’ve run out of the good races by now.

Phaoris: I think that we give this a gentle yet firm no, just because you’ve disappointed and offended half of azeroth races, the Tol’vir included. Toralyon: Fair.

Jaina: Tuskarr! Sorry, I mean Kalu’ak. I mean, my most fovorite sea-and-fishing people. And they swim on turtles!

Ko’nani: Will there be enough food for all of us? Atuik: And will there be a lower temperature so we wouldn’t boil alive?

Thrall: The Wild Gods. Go big or go home.

Malorne: Go home, Thrall. Go home.

Spirit of Vol’jin: I say dem kobolds, juss’ for da fun.

Ghost Garrosh: Give me one, one good reason why we should keep kobolds around! Spirit of Vol’jin: Well, we’vve kept Gallywix. Ghost Garrosh: Point taken. But what about the horrible smell? Spirit of Vol’jin: Eh, dem kobolds get used to it soon.

Baine: Moonkins! Or wildkins, the correct term is wildkin, right?

Aroom: (Very sadly shakes his head.) Hoot hoot. Baine: Fed up with fighting. No, no, don’t apologize. I understand. We can be friends, thought, right? Aroom: Hoot hoot!

Sylvanas: What about the Botani?

Phylarch: The great cycle of nature does not care for your struggles. When your bodies fall and rot, our roots will feast on you. Eventually, we become all and all becomes us. You shall join us when the time comes. Sylvanas: That was super creepy. I’m having second thoughts.

Lor'themar: What about the Vrykul?

Sigryn: What about us, little thing? Lor’themar: Can we get into an alliance with giant women? Sigryn: You think you are worthy of it? I doubt it.

Gallywix: Gilgoblins. In case we need to move our factories underwater because of... tax evasion? Tax evasion is not evil, right?

Gurboggle: Glub glrlll! Raaaaaaa! Kill!

Ji: Can we, maybe, just maybe, join forces with a dragonflight? My preferences would be the Red one, but any dragons are good dragons.

Alexstrasza: Young man, if you want to screw a dragon, just secure yourself a date. A man with cooking like yours shouldn’t find it all that difficult.

Thalyssra: What about the Netherwing? They indeed are very interesting dragons.

Neltharaku: (Suspiciously eyeing Occuleth’s “scientific devices”) No.

Mayla: I’m thinking about the Mutlocs. They are cute.

Mrgl-Mrgl: I have a list of reasons written on this patch of seaweed of why that is a bad idea for both parties included.

Geya’rah: Ogres. Definitely the Draenor ogres. Where you need power, there it helps to have an ogre or a band of them.

Rexxar: Well, theoretically speaking, I still have the position of the Chifteain of the Stonemaul, I’ve just been vacationing. Rexxar: But You said Draenor orges. I have no idea who is in charge there. Geya’rah: I bet a wolfskin that they haven’t got a clue either.

Talanji: What about de Arakkoa? I be fond of feathers, and I do not find deir culture too different from ours.

Terokk: You guys, one version of me is batshit crazy and has to be summoned from I don’t know what offerings placed at a large pile of skulls, and the other version of me is quite busy and has a crippling depression. Terokk: What I am trying to say is that we haven’t got it together enough to help you get your stuff together too. Terokk: Though... If Talanji is single, I could be persuaded...

Taedal: The Tehal. I am very aware that they aren’t part of the Warcraft universe, but you know, neither am actually I, my Golden Torch demons or my whole fucking expansion. Tehal are a part of my expansion and I would very much like to strike an alliance with them against my sister and the Old Gods. Plus, they are really and literally hot.

Amarnie: I actually think this very possible. If you help my children to put this whole place together and... Hold on, I have a list in here somewhere. Here. I need to have all of these things sorted out before we are able to efficiently help somebody without risking extinction. Taedal: Wow, this is going to be quite a chainquest.

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sigurdjarlson · 6 years

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that one time khadgar forgot about his kinks 2

It took a moment for Khadgar to actually think of an answer; how could that strange (but also very attractive) man at his door just order him to get naked?! Not that Khadgar was too opposed to that particular suggestion and its possible consequences, but still – who was that guy?! Could he be a murderer? What about something worse, like a murderer with… friends, with cruel and bloodthirsty partners? Eh. Fuck. What was he supposed to do?

“Yeah, no. No. I mean, definitely not, I can’t do that, have a nice day.” Khadgar tried to close the door, but wasn’t very successful, since the handsome stranger simply put a foot against it and pushed it open, all the while smiling and showing a lot of teeth. So yeah, Khadgar should work out more, but then he hadn’t expected… this to happen. Whatever “this” exactly meant.

“You don’t want to serve me?” The question was pretty forward and Khadgar knew the answer. But also he wanted his pizza and to not end up dead.

“No, I don’t want to?” He hadn’t intended to make it sound like a question.

“No? Mhh… are you sure? Because I got an e-mail from you that suggests otherwise.”

Well, now it became interesting. Khadgar stayed where he was, hovering at the door, too sceptical to retreat into the safety of his flat. A tiny part of him wished that he really did sent an e-mail but he knew that it couldn’t be true. “What kind of e-mail? Why would I – I don’t even know you”, he stated the obvious.

“I’m your Sir”, the stranger offered as an explanation and Khadgar only shook his head. “Or your Master. Your king, your teacher, your owner. Whatever you prefer. No? Still nothing? Wait a minute…” Annoyed, the stranger searched through his phone until he found Khadgar’s apparent e-mail and pushed the phone into Khadgar’s hands. “Go ahead. Anduin Lothar, professional Dominant. You wrote to me.”

And Khadgar saw that he did indeed. It was his e-mail address. It was his writing style – only it sounded a lot more… drunk. Or tired. Or… - oh my god. No… Why?

“Thought you had dyslexia or something like that”, Lothar said. “Not to be mean or anything. But yeah. That was you, right?”

“Um…” Khadgar couldn’t deny it: there was his address, his last name, all of the sexual fantasies that he’d had in the past couple of months – he had definitely send this e-mail. To a professional fucking Dominant. “I… was… tired”, he tried to clarify, shame burning low in his stomach. “I’m sorry, it was stupid, you shouldn’t be here. So… so you can leave now. Sorry. I was just really….” Khadgar couldn’t think of the right words. It was too difficult to process Lothar and his own stupid decision, so he stared at the screen of Lothar’s phone instead, feeling the weight of it in his hands, and he knew that this situation was real. But hey, at least he wasn’t getting killed tonight.

“You were very naughty”, Lothar said and winked. “Are you going to let me in now?”

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I don't even know anymore. I need a different ship...

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oooooo GET IT KHADGAR. Him being like o well at least I didn’t die I guess..he’s hot *shrug* is such a Big Mood.

(Well Khadgar..at least he’s not the pizza man busting in with extra “sausage” cheesy porno style.)

#submissions #liontrust fics #thst image nearly made me drop my drink #submission

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