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RTRN Canon Compliant Snippet where they have a small talk before Penacony
âYouâve grown complacent, doctor, if all it takes for you to go behind the IPCâs back is a vague request from a Stoneheart.â
âThat is not complacency. It is choice.â
âWell, isnât that a little careless?â Aventurine huffs and looks away, absentmindedly tracing the rim of the forgotten shot glass in between them. âWhat, when Topaz comes knocking at your door in the middle of the night, youâll drop everything to assist her in her plight?â
âNo.â Ratio says easily. All too easily, all too quickly, and giving away just a bit too much. âOf course not.â
Those striking eyes look up at him, flashing with an unreadable glint. He feels like his very soul is being picked apart, like the fundamental machinations of his being are being tinkered with. âThen?â
âI accepted your request because it was you who needed my help. Not the IPC, not the ten Stonehearts, but you, Aventurine.â He pointedly looks away, as if he hadnât laid his heart bare on the granite countertop just in front of them. âIs that so hard to fathom?â
âPerhaps.â
âIt shouldnât be. For you, I have done far more for far less.â
Aventurine scoffs. âWhat do you have to gain here, then? You know as well as I that I cannot promise you anything.â
âYou can, my dear gambler." Ratio insists. "Your safety, for one. Your life and its continued existence, for another.â
âMy sincerest apologies, doctor. Iâm afraid that not even that is set in stone.â
âOn whose terms? Yours, or the IPC?â
âAre those not one and the same? I am but an asset. My life is but a debt to be repaid in full.â
#ratiorine#aventio#raturine#dr ratio#aventurine#asteronomical writings#this entire scene in this wip kills me /pos#i could probably upload it as a standalone it's just that good#aaaa i can't wait to finish this I'm so excited
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AND 5, 7, 16, 19, 22
Haha, thanks babe
1.đŚTell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)
Current WIP that I'm working on is called "For Eternity"
2. đDescribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of â___ + ___ =___â Â
Immortal with a hatred for demons due to his entire family being killed by them + demon who hides their identity to join a sect responsible for nearly wiping out their entire clan during a war = a fuckton of angst (but with a happy ending)
4. đ§An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?
I don't have any alternative names rn at the moment for any of my wips, but I did just think of one for one of my White Cat Legend fics, which I like. I think I'm gonna title it "In Sickness and In Health"
7. đPost Any sentence from your wip
        âWho are you calling old? Youâre just as old as I amâ he argued.Â
9. đ¤Whatâs a story youâd love to write but havenât even started yet?
My Spirealm Au. I think it'll be a cool au for Killer and Healer, I just have a fuckton of other fics to work on rn before I can get to that one
12. â¤ď¸Not a question, just a second kudos to send.
Thank you my lovely â¤ď¸
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đŠˇ: lets go kill someone together <3
While I would love to, I do have an interview with a police department on wednesday for a crime scene technician position so...can't have that on my record, you know? but tempting!
đŠľ: you are amazing and i love you /p
Thank you, my darling! I love you too!
đ¤: you scare me /pos
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5. What is your MBTI, and do you think it is accurate?
My MBIT is INTP and I'd say it's pretty damn accurate save for the "loathes rules and guidelines" because I actually love those
7. What are three things that scare you a lot?
Flying, Heights, and getting locked in a store (it's why I won't go to any store close to closing time because I'm afraid of getting locked in)
16. What is the funniest word you can think of?
I can't think of one, honestly
19. What is your favorite flavor of ice cream and why?
It's either Mint Chocolate Chip, because I like the taste of mint, or Dulche de Leche, because caramel is delicious
22. What is your ideal home?
Two bedroom ranch style with a wrap around porch, sun room, plants everywhere, a green kitchen (like jewel-tone green cabinets, gold hardware, white quartz countertop), nice bathroom and bedrooms...can you tell I watch HGTV?
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My fanfic trope tier list! (I saw @fanfic-inator795 do this the other day and thought it looked fun, haha.) Make your own here!
Placement reasoning under the cut.
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Friends to Lovers: excellent, very natural that your lover would also be your friend.
Slow Burn: I like getting absorbed in a story, and the speed that I read at means I need longer ones so iâm not like, âAww, man, that was it?â Also, the slow burns usually allow for progression at a more realistic pace as well as character development/analysis.
Mutual Pining: two people who love each other and eventually get together....Nice.
Missing Scenes: I am very nosey about characters iâm invested in, and sometimes I feel like whole other episodes and such could have been based off of what isnât shown in between scenes.
A
Sharing a Bed: I like seeing the different ways that people contrive the bed-sharing to happen, haha. Also, thereâs usually a lot of funny moments when getting to see the charactersâ panicked thoughts. (The Kico WIP iâve been sporadically working on since 2015 involves this, haha.)
Established Relationship: we donât usually get to see this in media, so itâs refreshing!
Fluff: usually goes hand-in-hand with the above, and sometimes itâs nice to just know thereâs nothing but happytimes happening.
Huddle for Warmth: similar to the bed sharing one, itâs all about the setting....with a side of either fluff or panicking, haha.
Fairytale AU: iâm a sucker for fantasy, and itâs fun to see which fairytales people use and their personal takes on them.
Magic AU: see above.
B
Fix it Fic: iâm not usually dissatisfied with how canon handles things, so this type of fic is, like, solely reserved for BOTW, bwaha. Iâve been really into BOTW since I got it/finished it last summer, though, so iâve been reading a lot of The Champions Survive/Get Resurrected stuff and the ones iâve read have had excellent worldbuilding and such.
Hurt Comfort: the intimacy of patching someone up/the thought behind it....Nice.
Fake Relationship: I am again a sucker for contrived coincidences, panicking, and realizations (another trope in my Kico WIP, though it only appears a little and is fake married). These sometimes come with angst though, which is why itâs not higher.
Gen Fic: I donât often see these, but I...like the idea of them (I have an eternal WIP of my own for WBB thatâs combined with Missing Scenes)? Also, sometimes the world isnât built quite enough or we donât get to see it utilized to its full extent in canon.
Humor: I wasnât sure if this meant, like, fics written solely for comedic purposes or something, but I took it to mean having funny moments in them?? I love comedy above all else (which is why most of the A tier tropes are A tier--the inherent funniness of the situations to me).
In Vino Veritas: having whatâs hidden in a characterâs heart be exposed in a way that usually results in later panic....Nice (as evidenced by my own take in that one Perryshmirtz fic I did, haha). However, iâm not a big fan of alcohol for numerous reasons, which is why itâs not higher.
Soulmate AU: I donât often find versions of these that I like, but when I do theyâre pretty good. Worldbuilding and slow burn is a must for these.
Coffee Shop AU: I never really liked these before I got into BOTW....hmmm. Maybe itâs because I donât really like characters from, like, slice-of-life/normal universes being changed into something even MORE mundane/too much like real life?? Itâs fine if itâs an adventure story being calmed down, haha (but, like, ONLY adventure--I donât like the idea of fantasy stories like Strange Magic getting dulled down to that extent).
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*most of the tropes here are only not a D because I reserved D for the ones I hate/am most apathetic towards
Arranged Marriage: I donât usually see these done well (bad characterization/not enough worldbuilding), and arranged marriage is still a thing that happens nowadays in real life so itâs kind of.....
Body Swap: Iâve only found a few renditions of this that I like, namely the funny ones where theyâre all like âWow so this is how it feels like to be a teeny tiny--â *gets punched.* Unfortunately, most of the ones for this trope are, like, either somehow super angsty or have consent problems.
Canon Divergence: another one that rarely has good characterization/logical divergence/follows the established rules already set in canon while being a take on âBut what if THIS had accidentally happened instead.â
Historical AU: as someone who minored in History in undergrad, boy howdy is history a touchy thing to make fanfic about. I think thereâs only been one AU of this that iâve liked, and it was for a movie that already had its own version of history/the original canon wasnât based on our world at all.
Time Loop: kind of a scary thing to think about.
Royalty AU: being a good leader is hard, which means thereâs usually not a lot of time for gallivanting. Despite this, there tends to be a lot of that (and poor worldbuilding) in these types of fics.
Amnesia Fic: I donât like it when someone forgets their loved ones.
First Kiss: I think first kisses are over romanticized. First kiss with the person who is now your lover? Good. First kiss overall? No.
Angst: reality (and sometimes the canon) is dark enough, thanks. Light angst with a happy ending is fine, but I seriously hate characters being subjected to one painful thing after another (I once read an entire published book where that was the case and I was just....so infuriated by the end).
Enemies to Lovers: rarely done to my taste. The two people have to be relatively on the same moral spectrum otherwise this DOESNâT WORK as a good/functioning relationship. Like, you canât pair off someone who, say, killed their dad, spearheaded a war against innocents, and tortured the other person with the other person. Even when itâs someone who, for example, tried to destroy the entire universe, continually emotionally abused their only friend, laid siege to innocents despite knowing that it was wrong, killed the parent of that other personâs best friend, and physically/emotionally abused that other person, itâd be extremely short-sighted to pair them with that other person without AT LEAST them acknowledging how completely toxic theyâve been and spending a good amount of time (roughly equal or greater to how long theyâve been horrible) establishing that they have indeed changed and are making progress towards reparations and even betterment. Perryshmirtz? Good. Butterfly Bog? Also good. Those are the only two good examples I can think of.
College AU: pretty much in the same boat as the Coffee Shop AU, but sometimes I disagree with what majors get picked for the characters, haha. Good choice for characters around that age, but for some reason I donât like it when characters get de-aged to make this work. I have yet to see one for older characters that keeps them that age--older people go to college! There was, like, a mom in my Abnormal Psychology class in undergrad!
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ABO: horribly graphic, mostly non/dubcon, and reduces people to their biology.
Crossover: the media iâm invested in are usually so vastly different from one another that my brain just refuses to have them mix.
Dark Fic: like Angst, but worse. No thanks.
Major Character Death: I read the fix-it-fics to AVOID this, bwahaha!
High School AU: similar to College AU where I dislike characters being de-aged for this, which is unfortunately common. Also, Your Experiences Are Not Universal.
Crack Fic: I am generally a stickler for canon. Boo, absurdity!
Miscommunication: JUST FREAKING OPEN YOUR PIE-HOLE AND TALK TO EACH OTHER.
Pregnancy Fic: not a big fan of the idea of pregnancy in general (the squishing of the organs, mood swings and whatever, that thing where your blood pressure can get super high randomly, dying in childbirth, postpartum depression, etc).
Love Triangle: these can usually be solved by either 1) poly relationship 2) maybe DONâT choose the âbad boyâ that disrespects you and is emotionally distant?????
Unhappy Ending: WHY would I want this??????? See: Angst
Unrequited Love: similar to the above.
PWP: maybe itâs my aceness talking, but to quote Doof:Â âBackstory, backstory, backstory!â
Sex Pollen: too much like PWP, but with more consent problems
Bang or Die: see above
Baby Fic: similar to Pregnancy + I....canât really imagine a lot of my favorite ships with kids?? Like, Butterfly Bog/Potionless and Panlie, sure. Doof already has Vanessa/Norm and Perry is an uncle......maybe Po and Tigress if they adopt?? I feel like they could also just be teachers together and their students would be their âkids.â Meh.
#so in the process of writing down why i placed these like i did i realized that i like characters getting put in semi-awkward situations....#so i can laugh at them#my inner prankster at work bwaha#about me
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thanos/loki post tdw wip
alright you thirsty tumblr gremlins, you all seemed interested in my 3 years old loki-hands-over-asgard-to-thanos WIP* (which includes extremely graphic noncon), and so I AM GIVING It tO YOU. if i ever find the second chapter, i will post it too. for now, enjoy this scene that iâm not entirely dissatisfied with lmao.
In my google docs, past-me titled it PoS, which Iâm 90% sure stands for âPiece of Shitâ lmao... which is accurate considering the blatant use of gratuitous noncon lmao, so I am choosing to keep the��title
@veliseraptor i want you to know that the only reason past-me kept writing this for so so so long was because of you and your encouragement <3
*note: will i write more of it? as of now, probably not. But it wasnât godawful writing, even for being like 3 years old, so maybe one day if iâm ever feeling sick of frostmaster, iâll consider it.Â
tw/warnings: noncon, noncon noncon noncon noncon, also implied torture and murder esp post-battle sequence, forever a wip, has been on hiatus before even being posted
Now without further ado lol, I shamefully bring you,
PoS: Chapter 1
Explosions vibrate all the way down the rainbow bridge to the Bi-Frost.
Thatâs when Loki knows there is no going back.
Immediately he drops the illusion surrounding his true identity and faces the bright looming city of Asgard. Smoke rises in waves while fires scorch the lower cities full of innocent civilians. Warriors rise in their vehicles and turrets fire upon the enemy, but itâs too late. Theyâve been caught unaware and drastically outnumbered.
Even the warriors who surrender are shot down from the sky and fall like bombs upon homes and other structures. The force of Chitauri shows no mercy to anyone fighting as far as Loki can see. Thereâs no choice but for Asgard to admit defeat before any more harm befalls the realm.
The Bi-Frost has protected Asgard for centuries, providing Asgard with a false sense of confidence. No one here stands a chance against an external invasion of this scale. Yes, safeguards and defenses remain, but itâs not enough. The Dark Elves themselves, an endangered race, presented enough of a threat the first time around, and Asgard has made little changes to their front line of defense, thanks to him.
All it took was one deceptive order for Heimdall to leave his post, one disablement of the emergency city shields, one beam of light from the Tesseractâand now all is in ruin. The outcome doesnât please Loki much. Still, it is better than others, and heâs never prided himself as a hero.
Securing the Tesseract, Loki strolls down the bridge toward the palace.
The battle, it seems, is at an end.
[read more cut]
...
Light shines through the wrecked walls of the throne room. Trails of dust and smoke waft through the hall, and warriors cough as they are chained and led in lines towards the dungeons. In every corner, Chitauri stalk around to search tight corners and crevices for any signs of life. Theyâre not gentle. They herd civilians and frightened children out of the hall to unknown destinations. Cries and screams reverberate endlessly.
Loki breathes in unexpected guilt as he passes some of them. Enraged eyes target his. Some Asgardians chant curses, throw threats.
Little do they know that he, like them, had little choice in the matter. If only they could understand how lucky they have it, how he would sacrifice his very soul to trade places. The fools can become prized lapdog of the most fearsome being in the galaxy, and he can fade into a sea of facesâfall into the sweet embrace of death, unnoticed and forgotten.
Sadly, even death has been stolen from him.
Loki approaches the steps to the throne and finds Lady Sif and two of the Warriors Three chained to the side. The sight is reminiscent of Thorâs failed coronationâthe way they stand as if waiting to greet him, and Loki indulges in the false feeling of worth. When he catches Sif boring holes into his face, it ruins the fantasy. The others stare as if heâs a stranger, as if they donât recognize him, as if they never even knew him to begin with.
They deserve this, he thinks, but quickly shakes his head of the needlessly malicious thought.
No one deserves this.
His eyes travel to Thanos, leaning on the armrest of the throne at the very top of the steps. The throne is too small for him to sit properly, but he looks no less intimidating. Full battle armor adorns his stature, and the golden infinity gauntlet of Asgard rests on his hand. His height towers over all in the room.
Loki kneels.
âYou have done well,â Thanos says, âthis time.â All background noises in the roomâthe weeping, the criesâgo silent at the weight of his voice, uncomfortably loud.
âI have the Tesseract, My Lord,â Loki says.
Immediately three Chitauri rob him of both the container holding the Tesseract and Gungnir to present the weapons for inspection. Thanos takes Gungnir in his hand and tilts it under the light. Gold glistens brightly, reminding Loki to stop staring. He bows his head and stares at the floor. Now is not the time to remind Thanos of the promises he made before Loki opened the portalâthat can be done later.
Thanos drives Gungnir into the floor, the impact sending a groan through the room. âWhat of your doorway of worlds?â
âIt is closed,â Loki quickly assures. âThe Bi-Frost requires Heimdallâs weapon or Gungnir to work, and both are now within your possession.â
âGood. Nebula,â Thanos calls. The volume of his voice rings uncomfortably in Lokiâs ears.
Without warning, Nebula strides past his side and up the steps towards the Mad Titan. Loki tries to remember if heâd noticed her when he entered. Her footsteps fall so lithe and soundless that he wouldnât be surprised if he hadnât.
âSecure this in the weaponsâ vault immediately. I will be down to meet you.â A pause lasts. Loki resists the urge to look and strains to hear Nebula leaving, but then Thanos rises from the throne. Lokiâs blood turns cold. âAlso,â Thanos says. A smile twists into his voice. âBring the Jotun with you.â
Shoulders tensing, Loki heaves a breath and rises to his feet. He doesnât know whether the whole of Asgard knew his heritage beforehand, but they certainly do now. A quick scan across the room reveals the gaping stares and wide eyes of many. He feels naked, exposed, and he shoots his gaze elsewhere, to Nebula, who approaches him with Thanosâs prize without a word.
âThem,â Thanos says suddenly. He gestures to Lady Sif and two of the Warriors Three. âDo they mean anything to you?â
Loki eyes them and finds that they donât seem much surprised to learn the truth about his birth. Sifâs glare hasnât grown any sharper. Loki swallows. The courage to lie for them flutters unreliably in his chest, but he braves his tongue. âNo more than any of the other warriors,â he says. His chest tightens. âKill them. I couldnât care.â
All three of them look affronted, angry now, but Loki knows this is the only chance to spare their lives.
Thoughtfully Thanos nods at his answer. âLeave,â he commands, and then Nebula grabs his forearm and sends him stumbling in the direction of the exit. Loki doesnât fight her. He straightens himself after she lets go and follows with his head held high.
Thereâs no going back.
...
Though Loki has no intention of escaping (where would he go, after all), Nebula never lets Loki stray from her sight. Not until both of them are sealed in the weaponsâ vault awaiting Thanosâs return. Even then, she keeps careful attention on every movement he makes, everywhere he looks. Loki courteously ignores thisâsheâs only doing her job.
After hearing the sobbing and screaming, the bombs and gunfire, the deathly quiet in the weaponsâ vault unsettles him. If Nebula feels the same, she makes no move to speak. The weight of the silence fuels Lokiâs anxieties, and his hands twitch with uncertainty. âItâs been a while,â he says, just to hear something.
Shifting, Nebulaâs calculating eyes study him, his mouth, his body, but not his words.
âYou healed well since last I saw you,â he continues anyway. âI remember them dragging you, your face cut to shreds and the stump of your shoulder leaving a trail of blood.â He nods towards the gleaming metal of Nebulaâs right arm. âNice prosthetic.â
Nebula frowns. âI remember you werenât doing so well yourself.â
A laugh falls from his lips before she finishes. âTell me, does anyone do particularly well in the proximity of your father?â
âSome do.â
He laughs again, shaking his head. âWho? Gamora? I spoke with her during your absences, you know. Your envy blinds you if you believe she suffers any less than you.â
With a low hiss, Nebula bars her teeth at him. âAnd you suffered more? While you pitied yourself alone, I fought to survive, to live. I earned his trust. Can you claim as much as that?â
Loki smiles. âNo. No, I suppose I cannot.â
The door swings open, and both of them snap to attention, silent.
Thanos descends the steps and marches towards the case of the Tesseract where Nebula left it. At the door Loki catches sight of two Chitauri sealing the entrance behind their master. Silence falls over them again. Loki hushes the sound of his breathingânow is the time.
âMy Lord,â Loki begins.
Nebulaâs eyes flicker towards him and then away. Thanos doesnât turn.
âThe people of Asgard,â he says, âwill be hard-pressed to make any rise against you without a leader. I have hidden the All-Father somewhere they will not search. I will give you the location.â He pauses, and his stomach tingles with apprehension when Thanos still doesnât move. âThat is, I will, once you have assured me of what you promisedâmy freedom and my brotherâs life.â
Thanos continues to stare at the Tesseract for moments too long, and Loki forces himself to stand still and strong under the deliberate indifference. âNebula,â Thanos finally says without turning. âCheck him for weapons.â
Nebula approaches and scopes down his sides. Her hands harshly squeeze at his abdomen, hips, and sleeves and steal concealed knives and other weapons as she goes. She misses nothing that Loki has kept hidden, and weaponless, he feels more vulnerable than he has in a long time. When he looks up, Thanos has turned, and Loki unveils the fury heâs been masking in his gaze.
âOur deal,â Loki says impatiently. âAsgard and the Tesseract for mine and my brotherâs freedom.â
Once Nebula backs away, Thanos takes an intimidating first step forward. Loki stands his ground.
âIs it your belief that you can demand anything from me? I should have held my promise to you for your failure the first time, but Iâve been patient with you.â Thanos takes another step, and this time, Loki shifts back. âAnd yetâyou expect me to let you walk away?â
Lokiâs jaw clenches against a violent shudder. âI wonât tell you where the All-Father is unless you do. These people wonât obey you without proof of his life.â
Thanos shakes his head. âSo naive. So helpless.â He reaches out and grasps Lokiâs shoulder, not hard, but Loki flinches all the same. âYou will tell me where the All-Father is, and you will help me find your brother. Or I will show you no mercy whatsoever and you will find yourself doing both, regardless.â
The large chiseled hand moves to his neck, thumb on the line of his jawâthe way Thor touches himâand Loki canât speak, canât move.
âWell?â
Lokiâs chest constricts painfully. âNo.â
The violet thumb lowers to his throat and presses hard against his windpipe. âNo?â
Lokiâs hands twitch upwards. The coward in him canât repeat himself a second time, but neither will he change his mind. Loki breathes deeply once, then twice, before Thanos lifts his other hand to shove Loki against the wall. Fingers squeeze his neck, and Loki gasps for air. His hands tug in earnest now, but Thanos dwarves him by size and strengthâhe would be more than a match for Thor himself.
âStop,â he chokes, but thereâs nothing he can say that will get him out of this. Other thanâ
Thanos removes one massive hand and lowers it to Lokiâs thighs.
The contact sends a jolt through his spine, and he keens out of fear more than anything else. No. He canât do this again, he canâtâtears pool in his eyes, and he twists his body away until thereâs nowhere to go, nowhere, heâs trappedâ
Thanos gets closer. Hot breath puffs against Lokiâs ear, while hips press Loki hard against the wall. Loki chokes back a sob.
âI wonât kill Thor,â Thanos promises. The breath tickles Lokiâs skin, freezing him in place. âHe has more purpose to me alive and unharmedâfor now. Tell me where the All-Father is, and I may also find an agreeable purpose for you. Perhaps even a small amount of autonomy.â
Tears fall. The pressure on his throat subsides, and Loki finds his lungs overwhelmed with air. He strains to cough for a moment, and Thanos lets him catch his breath patiently. With the precious time, he searches the room for any escapes. Nebula watches him impassively from the rear. Even if he could slip away from Thanos who has him cornered against the wall, she would be on him in the next second.
Out of options, he looks back to Thanos. His lips press into a thin line. âThe All-Father is in one of the outer sorcerersâ towers, farthest away from the city. I had one of the rooms sealed shut for all but me. An illusion conceals any sound or noise within. Yourâyour power should be able to break my magic so that you can enter.â
Thanos nods. âGood. And the Aether? Where is that?â
Loki swallows tightly. âAsgard never foundââ
The grip on his neck tightens a second time.
Through stinging eyes, Loki gaspsâ âCollector. I had it delivered to the Collector. In Knowhere.â
Satsified, Thanos releases him, and Lokiâs knees buckle. He collapses to the floor in a humiliating heap and focuses merely on drawing breath. He just lost everything protecting himâbut it matters little. Thanos will always win. Thereâs no use fighting it.
âNebula. Go at once to Knowhere and find me the Aether. Do not return to me empty-handed.â
âYes, Father,â she says. Without a passing glance, she slips out of the weaponsâ vault and leaves Thanos and Loki in silence.
Loki doesnât bother rising to his feet when the door seals shut. He keeps as still as can be, fighting against the fear overtaking him. He is vulnerable and helpless and Thanos can do anything to him, anything, without even much of a fight.
âYou will not lie to me,â Thanos says finally. âFaithfully obey my commands, and you will be rewarded. Iâll generously leave you free to move about the palace as you please, excepting my summons, and you can carry out any orders I give in the way you see best fit. You will rule Asgard as my puppet.â He lets the tantalizing option sit between them before bending down to clench Lokiâs chin between calloused fingers. âBut betray my will, and you will be punished. Do you understand?â
Loki nods sharply into Thanosâs palm.
âGood. On your feet and turn around.â
Loki does as heâs told.
Only when Thanos pushes him against the cold marble wall does he realize whatâs happening.
âNo.â His cheek hits the wallâitâs sure to leave a bruiseâand he flails wildly to scramble away. âN-no, stopââ Thanosâs fist slams into his shoulder blades, and Loki stills, too winded and dizzy to do anything but keep his feet. Thatâs when Thanosâs other handâNorns, Loki bites his tongue to stifle a cry when fingers dip under the leather of his clothes and into the waistband of his pants.
He struggles hard then, harder than before. Magic surges through his chest, and he reaches to unleash it.
Then, the iron fist of Thanosâs power dominates the air, choking the magic from him. Loki hears a distant wail coming from his throat, and it burns. It burns to his very core. His magic lies snuffed out and abandoned in a pile of smoking ashes. When he tries to reach it again, he yelps with pain. Tears sting all the way through his throat.
âYou saidâyou saidââ Loki murmurs, unable to form the thought, but knowing this isnât what he bargained for.
Thanos rips down Lokiâs pants and undergarments in one swift motion. A moment later, Lokiâs legs are kicked apart andâhe chokes on the air when he feels it pressed there, when he realizes this is reality, this is happening, and thereâs absolutely nothing he can do to stop it.
His hands weakly push at the wall, but it only serves to push his hips closer to Thanos andâLoki shudders. "You saidââ he tries again.
âI said if you betrayed me, you would be punished.â Thanos leans forward until his breath is hot on the back of Lokiâs head. His chest is crushed by Thanosâs weight against the wall, and he feels Thanosâs length poking hard between his legs. It hurts. Itâs barely started, and it already hurts. âDo not lie to me again,â Thanos says.
Then the titan shoves against him.
With the size difference and the utter lack of preparation, Thanos canât penetrate him. Loki chokes and yelps each time he tries. Large, ruthless fingers slick with spit scrape at his entrance and stretch, stretch, stretch until he moans with pain. âIâcanât, I canât,â Loki cries helplessly, âI canât.â
Thanos ignores him and thrusts again.
Lokiâs mind shatters. He focuses on his lungs, on his lungs, but thatâs all he can do as Thanos takes ages trying to pull him open and force himself inside. Lokiâs own length brushes against the wall repeatedly. Pain blends with pleasure. He sobs without reprieve as his bruised cheek slams again and again into the cold marblel, as his heels hit the floor, as his back rages with protest.
After forever passes, Thanos finally manages to get himself inâless than an inch, but Loki feels his hole tearing all the same. Still, the worst is hearing Thanos beginning to gruntâknowing that he, Loki, is indulging this monsterâs pleasure.
Another inch, and Loki screams with every thrust. When he closes his eyes, stars scatter across the burning blackness. When he opens them, he sees the Tesseract shining blue, the rhythm of its light throbbing out of time with the pain between his legs. He sees Gungnir resting unused against the wall. He sees the scar marks on the floor from when the Jotuns ventured here.
Desperate for any kind of relief, he trains his mind on those details.
Something blinds him with white hot agonyâsomething tearsâand Loki howls helplessly.
Hot liquid squirts into him, and it fills him with shame he had hoped heâd never feel again.
He stops fighting. When Thanos releases him, he lets himself rest against the wall. The evidence of the act drips down his inner thighs and onto his trampled pants on the floor. He doesnât move from the position Thanos left him in and he doesnât speak.
The sound of Thanosâs armor clicking back into place hardly even startles him. âGo clean yourself. I expect you to return to hear my commands in no later than an hour.
Feeling a cold void sweep over his heart, Loki pushes himself from the wall and draws his spoiled pants to his waist in mechanical movements. âYes, My Lord,â he murmurs. Still incredibly tender, Loki somehow manages to hobble up the steps and out the door. The Chitauri donât react as he passes, but theyâve heard his screams. They know.
Loki canât pity himself. He canât cry.
Detached, he heads towards the chambers of Asgardâs king to do as Thanos commands.
#forever a wip#thanosloki#loki#thanos#nebula#i gotta say i really like their interaction in this#so i'm also tagging it#lokula#cw noncon#lox writes
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001 olympe/solene please!!! (also i know i haven't answered in 8 years but please bear with me, i haven't forgotten i'm just very late)
Thank you! (Also itâs fine; I was just a little worried Iâd finally scared you away!) The following thoughts might be slightly rambling, given my familyâs doing our daily rewatch of Toho!1789 and Maniaque just came on, thus short circuiting my brain.Â
when I started shipping it if I did: I seem to recall a conversation between you and @couldntgiveafox some ages ago where you were discussing alternative 1789s, and I believe I stumbled across it in my fall to 1789 Hell. I donât think I really started actively SHIPPING it until I was writing Pour la Peine and the (still a WIP) Modern AU where they go to Disneyworld, since it showed off more how they would WORK as a couple. (Yes, really. In my defense, thereâs something about Solène and Olympe working together to get Artois stranded on âItâs a Small Worldâ that warms the cockles of my shipping heart.)
my thoughts: I think they have a lot of potential as a ship; I would REALLY love to have seen more of them in canon because I think that theyâd have had a lot more potential than our canon ship. (Not that thatâs SAYING much, butâŚ) The two of them have two very different ways of dealing with things that really make them complement each other well. Like, Solène has a much more direct way of doing things; she probably had to shut down most of Ronanâs fights with the other kids in their village when they were younger, whereas OlympeâŚcan handle herself, obviously, but she tends to prefer sidestepping it if she can and tends to prefer using the gun only as an absolute last resort. And Solène and Olympe bothâŚfill in the gaps, with each other? Like, Olympeâs a woman who everyone sees as this simple little governess who can be walked over but has a spine of steel beneath those stays, whereas Solène is a woman who presents herself as being basically untouchable and unbreakable, but she has a lot of vulnerability beneath the surface.Â
What makes me happy about them: Solène has this blunt, rough edge that really works well against almost everyone, but the second that Olympe enters the room? She melts. Even if sheâs terrified of what exactly that means and trusting someone again. Sheâs basically the embodiment of âIâve only had Olympe for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, Iâd kill everyone in this room and then myself.â And Peyrol. Even if heâs not in the room and had nothing to do with it, sheâd still kill Peyrol for good measure. And for Olympe, she has someone whoâs genuinely in love with HER and would be willing to bend over backwards for her. (Itâs not that I dislike Antoinette or that Iâm even particularly criticizing her, but I do think that she can be insensitive when it comes to Olympeâs crush right until the very end when she lets her go and that sometimes, she takes advantage of Olympeâs feelings without realizing it, causing Olympe to get into trouble. See: Je Suis un Dieu.) Like, Lazare and Solène would never ADMIT it, because fundamentally they have way too much between them, but they have more in common there than theyâd ever admit.Â
Finally: BLESS the Toho for giving me, like, five seconds of interaction between them. It might not have been much, but THEY TOUCHED HANDS. While watching Solèneâs brother being brutally shot by his boyfriend, but hey, itâs not the WORST first date idea. And Solèneâs CLINGING onto this girl sheâs just met in that scene, after rushing herself in front of Peyrolâs line of fire to do it.Â
What makes me sad about them: Obviously, the lack of interaction between them, even though, on the positive side, it means the show canât ruin it for me. Solène is hard as a character to write, because all three Solènes are written so very differently from one another that itâs hard to get a grip on her, especially since itâs obvious that the French really didnâtâŚCARE about her, as a character, and that also means that trying to get their dynamic can be hard. Like, I still feel after all this time that I donât have them down as well as I have L/R, which is something that Iâm always trying to rectify.Â
Also, from an in-universe perspective: I thinkâŚSolène is very like her brother, in the sense that she doesnât see HERSELF as inherently inferior or incapable of love (the one thing no one has EVER accused the Mazurier Siblings of is a lack of confidence), but that so much has happened to her that she kind of takes it for granted that this isnât going to end well. Our girlâs canonically lost her brother and father, sheâs PROBABLY lost her mother (I mean, unless sheâs justâŚliving as a hermit somewhere since Ronan and SolĂŠne ran away or left Papa Mazurier to become a famous adventuress, I think itâs a safe assumption), and itâs safe to assume sheâs lost at least 2-3 siblings, if not more, andâŚas much as Iâm against the idea of the Tragic Sex Worker, sheâs also probably seen Things in her time on the streets. If nothing else, then sex work was very much a transitory job for many women, who would take it up in off seasons in-between other jobs (or marriage, for some women), so there are probably plenty of women who she knew and tried to get attached to who justâŚmoved on.Â
And I think that Marie Antoinetteâs ghost is always kind of going to be there, in the background, even as Olympe moves on from the full force of her old feelings. And Olympe has her own issues when it comes to loss, not just with Ronan (who was a friend if nothing else) and her mother (if weâre going with the musical-canon where Charlotte du Pugetâs been dead for awhile), but also with probably seeing Louis-Joseph die in front of her.Â
things done in fanfic that annoys me: WHAT FANFIC? Thereâs so little of it available that itâs kind of impossible for me to find ANYTHING to really annoy me. The thing that annoys me when IâM writing them is that thereâs thisâŚodd tendency, with femslash, for things to be sanitized and clean and saccharine, as opposed to M/M and F/M ships. And, on one hand, I DESPISE that mentality, but on the other hand, I find that Iâve internalized some of that, even though realistically S/O haveâŚso much that they could bicker over. If they wanted to. So I try to keep at least a realistic level of conflict in their relationship, without reaching R/O or even R/L levels.Â
things I look for in fanfic: Existing is always a lovely thing.Â
Who Iâd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Olympe/MA is always going to be a tragic crush for me; Iâm not sure if itâd have worked in the long run as an actual RELATIONSHIP, but Iâd be perfectly comfortable with Olympe being happy. Or accepting Artoisâ offer, biding her time in London while slowly poisoning him so that she can retire in an obscene amount of wealth when the new king of France âtragicallyâ dies only a few months into his new reign.Â
Even though Iâm pretty attached to Olympe being a lesbian and Lazare being gay and/or ace, Iâm also not OPPOSED to them marrying each other as a matter of convenience post-canon, thoughâŚobviously. After the Takarazuka and Toho productions, there are going to beâŚissues with that one. (Lazare is incapable of being with someone when he hasnât at least tried to kill their father.) Matthieu Carnot and Camille Lou in the original cast had HELLA chemistry with one another, and Iâm not entirely willing to toss it all away.  Â
And for SolèneâŚIâm not sure Iâd go with ANYONE in the main cast. My main headcanon re: Solène and sexuality is that sheâs bi, but the whole âBetrayal by her idiot of a brotherâ thing has really put her off the idea of being romantically involved with dudes for an extended period of time. Sexually? Sure, for the money involved. Itâs her JOB, but sheâs not going to go for anything that requires trust. Lucile is the obvious alternative, but Iâm not sure how Lucileâs upper middle class upbringing would work with Solène and her profession, and the entire business with the engagement +âŚLucileâs ultimate fate would work. (Also Lucileâs part in The Scene in the Toho versionâŚit hasnât put me off her as a CHARACTER, I still love her very much, butâŚitâs made meâŚless keen on her with Solène.) I also crackship her with Marie Antoinette. Marie Antoinette gets all the ladies in the main cast.Â
My happily ever after for them: In the canon verse? They leave Paris, either getting out of the country or quietly running into the country, where they can live in peace without the Reign of Terror getting them. They establish a domestic life together, where both of them learn to trust again, even as Solène keeps her own funds Just in Case, because some things are a little harder to move past than others. Lt. du Puget knows, but heâs been too traumatized by his own experiences with the Bastille, as well as too grateful to the Mazuriers for all theyâve done to raise a fuss, and he becomes like a second father to Solène, with Françoise being a sister and partner in crime to her. Solène doesnât lose track of her friends in Paris and visits them from time to time, even as she gets used to middle class life, and she never entirely loses her fire. They both die of old age, many, many years after the Revolution (because, as we all know, Olympe does not die at the end, and there has never been a time where she died at the end; it is her destiny to outlive the rest of the cast with her girlfriend.) And then, in the afterlife, Solène gets at least one slap in on her brother before theyâre one big, happy family again. Because he does deserve it, tbh.Â
Out of canon, I would honestly love to see a world where Solène/Olympe and Lazare/Ronan could have co-existed with each other as a family, albeit an insanely unorthodox one. I could see Olympe and Lazare having a marriage of convenience, with both of them having their own sections of the house that are just theirs, and with sex not even being a consideration. (Solène takes it more as a matter of course and the best possible option, even if she doesnât LIKE Lazare; Ronan runs off and spends, like, a week crying somewhere before they can get him calmed down enough to explain.) Like, their wedding night is spent playing cards in bed until they can sneak out to their separate rooms, and at some point Ronanâs in-between them, drooling on Lazareâs shoulder while Solène glares daggers because if he hurts her girlfriend or her brother, she will not HESITATE to destroy him. Everyone knows that theyâre gay AF and that a former under-governess to the royal family is sleeping with a former sex worker, mainly because Artois never shuts up about it (because if he canât have Lazare under his thumb and he canât murder the hypotenuse, heâs at least going to do his best to make his life miserable), but, does it matter? No. What are they going to do, not invite Lazare or Olympe to one of their salons? The horror, the horror. One year, for her New Yearâs present, Ronan gives Solène a pair of earplugs so she doesnât have to hear some of the ungodly sounds that come from his and Lazareâs side of the house. Everyoneâs happy.Â
who is the big spoon/little spoon: See, my GUT instinct is Solène for big spoon, since it gives her a place of security without her feeling pinned in, but also I love the thought of Olympe sometimes taking over, nuzzling into Solèneâs neck and having Solène wake up and being like âHoly shit, this is realâ even years later.Â
what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Taking walks together, reading. I like to think that Olympe helps Solène learn how to read (which is one of the areas where I feel like they differ from R/L. Even though I think Lazare would read out loud to Ronan, Iâm not sure heâd go through the trouble of TEACHING him, especially since thatâsâŚgiving Ronan some serious power as far as being able to page through any of Lazareâs papers.) Sometimes, Solène just prefers to hear Olympe read out loud, with her absently putting her hand on Olympeâs arm as time goes on and she relaxes, since Olympe has a very bright, expressive voice that suited her well when she was an undergoverness, and even if she doesnât mean to, she finds herself taking on different voices for different characters, which makes for an entertaining reading experience,. The two of them also help each other with their daily toilette, getting each otherâs hair and clothes prepared.Â
This? Is an Olympe innovation.Â
And this? Is a Solène. She Tries. And Olympe loves her for it.Â
#1789 les amants de la bastille#olympe du puget#solène mazurier#solympe#I guess that's my new tag for them#berncat
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