November 10 2012, 12:04 PM

24 hour fic-a-thon

for the next 24 hours my ask box is open to any and all thor/loki or hiddlesworth prompts. leave a pairing, leave a prompt and a short fic will be written as fast as i can write them. 

a prompt can be anything from a word, a phrase, a quote, a picture, gif, anything, really. just trying something new to bust through some terrible writers block so i can finish the half-written fics on the table.

so! request away, reblog to spread the word if you’re feeling kind enough. thanks! ♥

ps: there is no limit on requests! so load me down if you feel like, but i will stop taking requests at 12pm EST on november 11!

May 20 2012, 03:21 PM

Thor/Loki fic recs, part 3


Even more of my favorite Thor/Loki fics :3 (part one is here, part two is here)

Yidrigar | PG

When Sunshine Turns to Rain | Teen (AU)

The Edge of Loathing | Explicit (WIP)

Zhashtar | PG

Validation | Explicit

Masked by Hate | Explicit

The Bitter Taste of Hope | Explicit

Like Rolling Thunder | Explicit

Sleeping Beauty | Explicit (contains somnophilia)

Between Your Whispers | Teen

Dreams of You Still Wash Ashore | Teen

Hello, Darkness, My Old Friend | Teen

Punishment | PG-13

For You | Explicit

Silence | Gen

Res Judicata | Explicit

Monstrosity | Mature (contains mpreg)

Bonus Hiddlesworth:

Digital Getdown | Mature

Debts and Payback | Teen

Late | Mature

Risky Business | Mature

definitely honored to be included on this list u///u 

May 11 2012, 08:26 PM

give me prompts!

if you want, i mean. avengers related, any pairing and i’ll do my best. also hiddlesworth requests will be accepted as well. so! feel free… to slide… something into my inbox B)

May 02 2012, 11:47 PM

Digital Getdown

There’s no excuse for this. Gratuitous sexting. I may have made Tom a wee bit more forward/sadistic a little maybe. I don’t know. This is just a thing that happened. Listening to Digital Getdown is not required but perhaps may make this a slightly more hilarious read (yeah, I went there. What’re you gonna do). This piece of crap is also for Lindsey because I said so. As usual, no beta and sorry if there are mistakes.

ALSO!!! To easier tell the difference between who is texting what, Tom’s are always in italics! (AO3 link - ngl better formatting for the actual texts!!)


It’s late. That sort of late that could be early if one looked at the clock in a different light. But, when Chris looked at the clock it was late.

At first, he wasn’t sure what jolted him awake, thinking it had just been a crazy dream and his subconscious was more alert than he’d thought—jostling him awake before anything bad happened. But, then his phone buzzed on the nightstand, alerting him that no, his slumber had been interrupted by an outside source.

He knows who it is before he even picks it up. Instinctively. Perhaps even expected it to happen. Mind recalling the look in Tom’s eyes over dinner. Yeah. This was expected alright. He thinks to ignore it, but knows that’s probably the worst thing to do. He could shut the phone off (it’s late, it’s late and his eyes are burning) but, he doesn’t. No. Almost like his body is on autopilot, he reaches over and stares at the screen, eyes blinking rapidly as the light burns his pupils down to tiny pinpricks of black. Two messages.

Are you awake?

A sigh and he’s typing blindly, his eyes nearly shut. Chris feels like he barely slept—he doesn’t even have sleep dust gathered in his eyes yet!


The light is snapped off and he’s barely moved his finger away from the button before the phone vibrates again.

I can’t sleep.

I can. Goodnight, Tom.

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April 26 2012, 07:53 PM

Debts and Payback

Just a quickie lead in as to just why Chris didn’t have the manbun for this interview. Looks like it was up at some point so. Also as usual this is some crazy ambiguous shit that facts may not totally line up to what actually took place—I didn’t watch the full interview yet. There’s no porn, I’m sorry. Next time. Written for Lindsey because I’m the worst human. Also not beta’d, proofread over a pint of Guinness and my eternal apologies to Tom and Chris for shipping them so much. ( AO3 link )


The trouble with sharing a dressing room is that someone is in the way. It’s never just Chris and Tom. Maybe all their handlers know that it’s not the greatest of ideas (rumors, rumors, must be careful about spreading rumors). Not that Tom (or Chris for that matter) would utter one complaint about having to share with Mark. He’s great—they all get along really well. And, truthfully, it’s been fun with the three of them. A new element, a new friend.

But sometimes, like right now, he’s sort of the fly in the ointment.

Except, because he’s such a good guy, it’s almost as if he can read the atmosphere. When Tom’s leg jangles a little too much from where he sits perched on the edge of the couch, when Chris’ tap, tap, tapping of his fingers on the wooden end table becomes a little too much, he politely excuses himself with the claim of making a phonecall.

Once the door had clicked in place—Tom could see the lock had been turned and that meant the world—silence descends over the room. That leg had stopped shaking, the blunt nails stopped scratching against the wood every few taps. Had a pin dropped in the building nextdoor, they could’ve heard it as if it’d been right in front of them.

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April 22 2012, 02:21 PM


Hhhh okay. First time writing rpf but I couldn’t help it. Just as a sidenote, this fic was written before all the Hiddlesworth angst that hit the internet after the London premiere but I lost steam in finishing it up. Anyway I guess just keep that in mind? Otherwise just enjoy mindless blowjobs??? ( AO3 link )


The soft notes of the music float through the rooms. A lilting female voice carries the words of heroes and Chris couldn’t stop the slight smile that found its way to his lips. Over the melody, he could hear tins opening, dishes clinking and the kettle beginning to warm over the stove. Sunlight streamed in through the crack in the curtains and is getting dangerously close to streaking across his eyes. He could roll over, but that required more effort than he was willing to make at the moment. Instead, he presses his face into the pillow, stray golden strands of hair slide down to curtain over his face almost as if to help hide the smile that grows bigger.

They’re in London today. A block of rooms was reserved for the cast at a nearby hotel, but after parting ways with everyone after dinner the night before, Tom had taken Chris back to his place. Home. They didn’t have a lot of time to spare today and had to be down at Westfield early afternoon, so they made the most of their time. Will continue to make the most of it until they have to part ways. His eyes squint open to stare at the clock—no point in wasting even more time lazing around in bed. His phone buzzes against the wood of the nightstand, but goes ignored. He already knows it is littered with texts asking where he was last night and where he is now.

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