#it does NOT happen but alveus has been ordered to rape jemma and much of his thoughts are about that

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Parasimmons + I had a dream about you.

There is a content warning for this but it’s spoilery so I put it at the end of the tags. It’s not anything out of the ordinary for me but if you’re worried about it, check it out before reading.

Coulson is apersistent man. He cannot outright prevent the punishment that hasbeen prescribed, not without risking the lives of every human on thisplanet, but he can delay it. As soon as the request was made, thegrudging hospitality he’s shown the last few days became positivelyobsequious.

That is a lie. Notthat Coulson threw every entertainment the Earth has to offer atAlveus in an effort to forestall him, but that it was a request.Kasius the Lesser certainly presented it as such, but there was neverany chance of Coulson refusing. His title may be “king” but he no more rules this planet than an insect crawling across its surface. He manages the Kasius family’s affairs here and does what he can to spare the people of Earth their wrath, which is not much.

Alveus allowed thedistraction to go on as long as he could—the request,such as it was, was made early this evening, well before dinner, andit is past midnight now—but truth be told he is as trapped by thesecircumstances as Coulson is. They are both tools of the Kree, to beutilized as their masters see fit.

AsAlveus leaves the party—which he is sure will break up now itspurpose has gone—he finds he cannot fault Coulson. He played adangerous game, that cannot be denied, but what else was he to do?Simply roll over and accept the Kree’s occupation of his world?Alveus certainly did not when this world was his to defend.

Butthat was eons ago and Alveus has long lived under the boot of theKree. This present sympathy must come from Grant.

Shouldn’the feel anger, Alveus wonders as servants flee ahead of him. It wasGrant who suffered for Coulson’s mistakes, Grant who was draggedbefore the Kasius triumvirate itself, and Grant who was put to deathfor his acts of rebellion.

Butit was also Grant who chose to hide Coulson’s involvement in thatrebellion, that it might live on should his strike against the Kree fail.

Andit is Alveus who keeps that secret now, in his host’s memory. Whatdoes that say about him?

Therooms are quiet when he arrives, dampeninghis swirling thoughts. Thelarge front room is just as Alveus left it, save that anything hehappened to disturb in thefew hours he spent here last night hasbeen discreetly straightened. He sweepsthe room, ostensibly searching for signs of life, but in reality hewonders where the cameras might be. Coulsonwould be a fool to bug any of the visiting dignitaries’ rooms—andhe would be even more a fool not to; heneeds every bit of intel he can lay his hands on if he is to breakhumanity’s chains. That ispart of the fun in this for the Lesser, leaving Coulson with thepainful decision of whether to watch, to know the cost of his crimes,or to live in uncertainty.

Personally,Alveus does not believe Coulson will view the footage—now or ever.He seems an honorable man, a father to those loyal to him, and thoughthe fact of what happens here will pain him, he will not dishonorsomeone he loves by viewing it for himself.

Butnone of that changes what Alveus must do. He hesitates only longenough to change his face, to become something less … alien—it isperhaps the wrong decision, but it is one of few mercies he is ableto offer—and then pushes on ahead, into the bedroom.

Theair is still, more so thanthe other room. With the onlysources of light being the glow of the city emanating from thecurtained windows and the stark bulbs burning behind Alveus, the roomis awash in greys, no color to be seen. And there in the middle of itall, pale and still as the grave, lies Jemma. Shedoes not stir, does not move, does not breathe.

Hisheart stiffens, torn between sorrow and relief. Grant loved herdearly, thought of her as a sister and even called her such more thanonce. It would have pained his memory to harm her.

Butshe was so vibrant, so lovely. The Lesser was not lying when hecalled her the most beautiful woman they had yet seen onthis world. To see her lifesnuffed out so young is nothing short of a tragedy.

Heapproaches her side, wondering when she decided. Whatever poison sheused, it acted quickly. Perhaps May slipped her something in theintervening hours, but Grant thinks it would have been Jemma herself.She must have pilfered something from her own lab. Perhaps she evenmade the decision before Alveus and the others left it following the Lesser’s request.

Hewould not blame her.

Her cheeks are thinner, her hair shorter than when Grant said his last goodbyes. Alveus remembers tugging on a lock of it, playfully pleading with her not to cry or he’d have to fight his way free just to stay. He finds himself reaching out to adjust it on the pillow that she might be set to her best advantage when they come to collectwhat is left of her.

Shehums and turns into his hand, nearly stopping his heart in theprocess. And now that she is alive, he knows, he should have beenrelieved at her death. Only relieved.

Shecomes awake slowly, a bleary smile overtaking her face. “I had adream about you,” she says.

“Oh?”It is awkward, standing over her, so he sits. This too is awkward asthere is not much room and he is determined to keep what space he can between them, but at least he is not looming over her. One ofthe paintings at the museum they visited yesterday was of a palemaiden in repose, set upon in sleep by anugly runt of a demon. If theartist could have seen this scene, he might have rethought hissubject matter.

ButJemma only goes on smiling. Her hand is clumsy, reaching for his, andhe realizes with some shock that she is drunk. “Mm-hm,” she says.“But you were dead. Anda monster had stolen your face.”

Ah,yes. He had forgotten he changed his face so as to be lessfrightening. And good thing he did if those were her dreams.

“You’redrunk,” he accuses gently.

Shedenies it with a pout.

“Youare.” He brushes hisfingers through her hair and it eases the sting of the argument,lulling her into complacency. He could take her now, let her believeshe’s in the arms of a man she loved and desired. This violation ismeant to be Coulson’s final—what Alveus hopes will be thefinal—punishment. The triumvirate cannot prove hisinvolvement in the rebellion but they can make him suffer for it allthe same. And this would accomplish that, no matter Jemma’s mentalstate.

Butit seems worse, somehow. As though he would be injuring her twice.Once now … and once when she realizes this happy dream was truly a nightmare.

Perhapshe is wrong. Perhaps the merciful thing to do would be to get it overwith. She did, presumably, get herself drunk, knowing what would happen.

Heallows his hand to rest over her collarbone. He could kill her too.Make it quick before she even knows what he’s done and claim ithappened in the heat of passion.

Butthat is a thought dismissed as swiftly as it comes. He cannot kill her for mercy’s sake. Not as Grant and not as himself. 

He must do his duty. He lives to servethe Kree, to exact the will of the Kasius family. Not tonight,though.

“Andyou should rest,” he says.“Sleep it off.”

Shetries to argue but hegives her a gentle push, just a small bit of pressure against hermind. In her current state, it is easy for his willto supersede hers.

Whenshe is still once more, hepasses his fingers throughher hair a time or two more before allowing his human mask to slipaway. He rises stiffly, passing with swift and determined stridesthrough the suite. Thereis never any telling who is watching and he has a part to play here. 

He hopes the party truly has broken up. The Lesser wants him to want Jemma, to desire her enough to take her, ruin her.That he has not done so will require he throw a truly impressivetantrum, make it clear that a woman too drunk to see straight is not what he wanted, and the amenities and entertainments littering the hall where tonight’s party took place will be perfect for breaking in his rage. A few priceless artifacts, a wall or two, a few dozen pieces of furniture an electronics, these he will leave in shattered remnants on the floor. It is better than leaving Jemma that way.

#parasimmons #lillysbitchfest #my fic #*td #ask fic #this is heavily inspired by one of my favorite guilty pleasure fics in another fandom #which is part of why the setup is so far from canon #but this same scene in that fic ended WAY less happily lemme tell you #CONTENT WARNING: potential rape #it does NOT happen but alveus has been ordered to rape jemma and much of his thoughts are about that