December 16 2013, 12:24 PM

Meeting in the Middle

welp. it’s been a while. here’s a late birthday fic for papchuseyo. happy belated birthday, fucker. sorry this is late. i hope you like it anyway. (ao3 link)

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It has been six years.

Which, in the life of a god, is nearly nothing. But, when one is Thor Odinson, crown prince of Asgard, six years without the intimate press of a body against his is almost too much to bear. Six years without feeling slender legs wrapped around his waist, six years without feeling nails carving into the flesh of his back, six years without the honeyed flavor of a woman on his tongue… Six years of becoming intimately aware with every callous on his hand, with every bone and muscle that lie tense beneath his skin.

So, in Thor’s mind, it has been a very long six years.

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June 17 2013, 12:01 PM

help…!

so, i’m actually working on writing a short-ish multi-chapter fic and i’d like to possibly have some lines here and there in another language. rather than using google translate, i figured i’d put it out there for native and/or fluent speakers of french, italian or german. (can you see i’m still undecided???) just as a heads up, some of it will be slightly filthy?? so i’d like someone who knows their way around slang and whatnot.

anyway. any help would be appreciated. just send an ask my way and i will contact you asap! 

December 26 2012, 07:06 PM

stitches

i’m not dead ya’ll. just having shit writers block, but i’m trying to force my way through it. wrote this just real fast. warning for slight mentions of blood and sewing flesh together. ( ao3 link )

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There were many things Thor had seen and done in his lifetime. From the good—births, joyous parties, intimacy. To the bad—deaths, war, unspeakable things. But, this… this was something altogether new. Terrifying. Horrifying in ways that he never thought possible. Faced with this task was never something he wanted and he thinks that he would rather slay one thousand men than do this…


They are alone. It had been Thor’s request. Not only to keep his own shame hidden, but to spare his brother the shame of being watched. Though, he thinks, that perhaps Loki would not have minded. Or maybe he would have—he is terribly difficult to read. Though, Thor never could. Now he regrets never paying closer attention, he regrets not giving more love to his brother. If only he knew then what he knows now, he would give up everything to go back and fix it all.

But, it is too late for that.

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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!

June 20 2012, 05:31 PM

untitled

found this stashed away on plurk (as written fast for the greedy papchuseyo and heterodoxal) one night before bed. i liked it so in order to save it, just posting it here ;) ( ao3 )

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“Fuck my mouth,” he says. Voice cracked and aching.

It had been too long since had his brother here in his chambers. Loki says nothing but twists his fingers tightly in Thor’s hair. It’s like the sun, gold and shining. He pulls Thor closer, thrusting his hips forward and forcefully shoving his cock into his brother’s waiting mouth.

He is not kind, but Loki never is. Thor sputters around him, trying to keep up, trying to prove himself. But Loki is too quick, too slight.

Thor’s throat burns already, but he won’t give in, won’t make any noise other than a deep, vibrating hum. Done only in an effort to slow Loki down. And it does, if only for one brief moment. He sees his brother’s jaw go slack and hears the sharp intake of breath. Thor does the same because he knows once Loki resumes it will be the last breath he takes.

"Is this what you like, brother," Loki crones and pulls him close. Slower this time, easing his cock further into the wet heat of Thor’s waiting mouth. Pushing, pushing, pushing until he bumps the back of thor’s throat. "Show me how you’ve yearned for this."

Thor’s hands grab on to Loki’s thighs and he swallows, thrice, around him. But he can hardly move, if only for the hands tightly fisted in his hair. Hot tears prick at his eyes but he doesn’t care. This is important. This is what he wants. This is what he’s dreamed of.

A deep moan, one that starts at his toes and fires up through his body, nearly shaking himself as it wraps around Loki’s skin like a prayer. It’s there he gets his chance, the lithe fingers he constantly feels over his skin slacken and he rips them free, holding them tightly with his own. His head bobs fast, mouth working over time and harder than it ever has. Loki may have a silver tongue to put the nine realms to shame, but Thor is not without his talents. Learned from the best.

When he brings his brother to his peak, that white-hot heat searing across Loki’s vision so hard and so fast he sees stars, it’s as if there is a moment of peace between them. Nothing bad existed and nothing awful will happen. It is just the two of them, locked hand to hand in the most intimate of moments. He hears Loki say his name, over and over—husked and full of desire and lust. It’s almost too much and he feels his own body tremor with that same desire and lust. to take Loki and claim him, make him his own. But he doesn’t.

Instead he coaxes him down, leaves reverent touches over his skin. Kisses him; his shoulder, his neck, the hollow of his throat. Each kiss echoes the words he’ll never say—’I love you' 'You’re mine' and then finally reaches his mouth. Lips against lips. It's slow, passionate. Thor pours everything he is into it, forces Loki to feel what he feels. And Loki, in that moment, accepts.

June 19 2012, 08:12 PM

end of an era

WARNING: THERE IS CHARACTER DEATH(S) MENTIONED IN THIS FIC!!!

I said that I would never write a death fic in my life and here I did it anyway. No clue why but this thought has been bothering me for months now. Not the best thing I’ve written but I hate doing sad things…. Anyway. Not beta’d as usual. (AO3 link)

Against all odds the sun is actually shining. Bright and golden, high in the sky and scattering a warmth across the land. It’s spring and the leaves are green, the flowers vibrant shades of the rainbow. The world is bursting with life. Birds are chirping loud and happy. Insects buzz around the flowers. Wildlife moves about gathering food and building nests. They’re all acting as if they don’t know. And they don’t, they couldn’t possibly, that would just be a bit silly.

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June 07 2012, 10:12 AM

flagrates:

the avengers | cop drama au

A series of murders of influential people in different cities across the country is the reason why Colonel Nick Fury, a decorated ex-army man consulting for the FBI has assembled a team of skilled detectives to solve the murders and stop the killer before more deaths occur. The investigation takes a personal turn when the brother of one Detective Odinson is implicated in the murders.

A tense silence falls over the room, each man standing rigid for different reasons. The only sound heard is the clock ticking on the wall; menacing, oppressive. Counting down until the eventual blowup. It’s coming, they can all feel it.

For once Tony doesn’t toss out a careless, snarked comment—maybe he’s learning, or maybe he can tell how wound up tight Thor is and doesn’t feel like being punched in the face again like last time. Things are different this time. His eyes tear away from the various papers and threads pinned to the wall in front of them and he looks at Steve.

His gaze is already there, waiting for Tony as if he knew. It’s there in his eyes, the reprimand if Tony so much as dares says anything in the wrong direction.

Then they both shift to Thor. He looks like a wild tiger about to strike—everything about him speaks deadly except his eyes are wide with disbelief. This can’t be true. It just cannot be true.

“Odins—” Steve begins but immediately cuts himself off. It’s just the three of them, it’s after hours and they’re friends. This is something that requires a more delicate touch. “Thor,” he begins again, lifting a hand to place on his shoulder. “We have to—”

But he’s cut off, Thor’s hand coming up to smack him away. “No.”

“Don’t do this, Thor. It’s just going to be harder if you fight this. I know—”

“You don’t know. Neither of you do. He is my brother. He wouldn’t…” He doesn’t think he would, but he can’t say for certain. Thor doesn’t want to believe that Loki would, but…

“We have to turn this over to Fury, Thor.”

It’s not that Steve wants to do this, he can’t even begin to imagine what Thor must be thinking, feeling. But… he has a job to do. He pulls his cellphone out and begins to place a call to Fury. A hand covers his to stop him though.

“Twenty-four hours.”

This is insane, it’s wrong and he knows he shouldn’t do this. Steve starts to shake his head but he catches Tony’s eye. He just shrugs and gives him a look. “Why not? It’s not like Thoreal over here can hide from us.”

Steve looks back at Thor and sees it there in his eyes, the hurt, the upset and something bordering on pleading. He knows that somehow, someway he’s going to regret this. Detective work is no place for sentiment. But he already knows if he doesn’t allow this short window of time, Thor will do something brash all on his own and they can’t afford that. “Fine.” The phone is pocketed and he thrusts a finger at Thor. “Twenty-four hours and then I’m calling Fury.”

There’s no reply given but that pleading in Thor’s eyes is replaced by determination. He turns, grabs his jacket off the back of the chair and slams out the door, already knowing where he’s got to go.

“This was a mistake.”

“Nah.” Tony’s already at the computer, punching in things Steve can’t even begin to dream about and the picture on the screen flashes and changes to something all too familiar. “We’ll know right where Thor goes and can have agents waiting there. You know. Just in case he decides to do something stupid. Which he will.”

Steve slumps down into the seat beside Tony and rubs his eyes. “This was definitely a mistake.”

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sorry this isn’t my writing tumblr but ahfaklsjdf i needed to get this out before i forgot. someone remind me to come back to this asap.

May 20 2012, 03:21 PM

Thor/Loki fic recs, part 3

umakoo:

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 

April 02 2012, 12:22 AM

For Your Entertainment

A quick fic written that was inspired by Adam Lambert’s For Your Entertainment. Not the best but posting it anyway. ( AO3 link )

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The heavy bass of the music shakes the veins under his skin. Hairs on his arms vibrating and his heart thumping in time to the beat—pounding like it created the melody itself. He can’t stand this kind of shitty music, everything sounds the same. A giant cacophony of noise that holds no substance. By now he expects nothing more or nothing less from these places, but that doesn’t stop him from going. Ironically enjoying the time spent in the club.

Brightly colored lights flash over the dance floor—bodies covered in a sheen of sweat and pheromones. Each one moving and gyrating with one another in fleeting harmony. Meeting just for the song—or if they’re lucky—just for the night. This isn’t the sort of place Thor frequents, and against his better judgment (when he does have it—which is extremely rare) he accepted the invite out from his friends. Something about tonight feels different. Tonight, he feels electric. It’s crackling under his skin like an oncoming thunderstorm.

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