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Promises and Politics

Carol Danvers x Reader

summary: You get upset about Carol Marrying Prince Yan

Words: 932

Carol Danvers had never been one for grand explanations, and tonight, you were finding it impossible to stomach her silence. The argument started as soon as she walked into your apartment, still dressed in her Kree Starforce suit, her blonde hair tousled and her expression as unreadable as ever. She’d barely gotten through the door before you blurted out the words that had been suffocating you for days:

“You married him?”

Carol froze mid-step, her body tensing like you’d just hit her with one of her own photon blasts.

“I—it wasn’t like that,” she started, her voice low and careful.

“It wasn’t like that?” you repeated, your voice breaking. “Carol, you stood in front of an entire planet and promised to love and honor him. How am I supposed to feel about that?”

Her jaw tightened, and she took a deep breath before responding. “It was a marriage of convenience. You know that. Yan’s people were on the brink of civil war, and they needed a symbol. Someone strong enough to hold everything together. It didn’t mean anything.”

“Didn’t mean anything?” You laughed bitterly, pacing across the living room. “You’re telling me that standing there, holding his hands, saying vows in front of billions of people didn’t mean anything?”

“No! It didn’t!” she snapped, her voice rising for the first time. “It was politics. That’s all it was. I did what I had to do to save lives. End of story.”

You stopped pacing and turned to face her, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “End of story? Carol, do you even hear yourself? You can’t just brush this off like it’s nothing. You’re asking me to be okay with the fact that my girlfriend is married to someone else.”

“It’s not a real marriage,” she said, her voice softer now but no less frustrated. “It’s… ceremonial. Symbolic. Yan and I aren’t even living on the same planet, for crying out loud.”

“And that makes it better?” you shot back. “You didn’t even tell me. I had to find out from a news broadcast like I’m some stranger who doesn’t even matter to you.”

Carol’s shoulders slumped, and she ran a hand through her hair. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react like this.”

Your heart sank, the words hitting you like a physical blow. “Like what? Like someone who has a right to be upset? Like someone who thought we were in this together?”

“We are in this together,” she insisted, stepping closer to you. “You and me? That’s real. What happened on Aladna? That’s just politics. It’s not us.”

“How am I supposed to know that?” you whispered, your voice trembling. “You didn’t give me a chance to understand. You didn’t trust me enough to even try.”

Carol reached out, her fingers brushing against your arm, but you stepped back, putting more space between you. She looked genuinely hurt by the gesture, and for a moment, you almost caved. But the ache in your chest was too raw, too overwhelming to ignore.

“I trust you,” she said softly. “More than anyone. But this? This was bigger than us. Bigger than anything I could’ve explained in the moment. I didn’t have time to…”

“Don’t,” you interrupted, shaking your head. “Don’t make this about time or duty or whatever other excuse you’ve got lined up. This is about us. About you not letting me in when it mattered most.”

Carol’s eyes dropped to the floor, and for a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your uneven breathing. When she finally spoke again, her voice was barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the vulnerability in her tone. “What?”

She looked up at you, her blue eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite name—guilt, maybe, or regret. “I’m sorry. For not telling you. For not… trusting you enough to let you in. You’re right. I should’ve told you. I should’ve…” Her voice broke, and she took a shaky breath before continuing. “I should’ve done better by you.”

The sincerity in her words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. Part of you wanted to stay angry, to hold onto the hurt because it felt safer than risking more heartbreak. But another part of you—the part that loved Carol more than you ever thought possible—could see how much this was tearing her apart.

“I don’t know if I can just… move past this,” you admitted, your voice shaking. “I love you, Carol. But this? This hurt. A lot.”

She nodded, her expression somber. “I know. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right. Just… please. Don’t give up on us.”

You looked at her, really looked at her, and saw the weight of everything she carried. The responsibility, the guilt, the fear of losing you. It didn’t erase the pain, but it made you want to try—for her, for you, for the future you’d dreamed of together.

“I’m not giving up,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “But this? It’s going to take time.”

Carol nodded again, a small, tentative smile breaking through the tension. “I can do time. As long as you’re still here.”

You didn’t respond right away, instead closing the distance between you and pulling her into a tight hug. She held you like you were the most precious thing in the universe, and for the first time that night, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you’d find a way to get through this together.

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Trapped

Thirteenth Doctor x Reader

Summary: A quick stop goes wrong and you're separated from the Doctor

Words: 1023

It was supposed to be a quick pitstop. A calm, low-risk visit to a quiet planet just to recharge before you and the Doctor found yourselves whisked away on another grand adventure. The air was filled with the scent of strange but calming flora, and the hum of alien technology buzzed through the gentle atmosphere. But, of course, nothing was ever that simple with the Doctor.

You had wandered into an alien structure—a ruin, by the looks of it. The Doctor, being her curious self, had already darted ahead. You’d smiled at her boundless energy, her coat flaring behind her as she practically bounced through the ancient doors.

“Are you sure it’s safe in here?” you called, following her cautiously.

“Safe as anywhere else! Well, safer, probably! Mostly! Trust me!” she shouted back, voice echoing down the stone corridors. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

It wasn’t like you didn’t trust her; you did, with your whole heart. You’d been through enough together to know that the Doctor would always come through for you, even in the stickiest of situations. The bond between you had deepened over time, evolving from friendship into something more. She was your Doctor, and you were her person.

Still, that didn’t make you any less nervous when the door behind you suddenly slammed shut.

“Doctor?!” you called, panic rising in your chest as the echo of metal against metal resounded in the now-sealed room.

“Hold on!” her voice sounded from somewhere deeper in the structure, muffled but distinctly hers. “I’ll be right there, love!”

You sighed, attempting to steady your racing heart. You trusted her. She was the Doctor, after all. You pressed your ear against the cool metal door, but it was thick, ancient—nothing was coming through clearly.

The room itself wasn’t very large, and it was dimly lit by strange, glowing symbols etched into the stone walls. There was a strange hum, like a machine hidden just beneath the surface. You stepped forward, brushing your fingers over the symbols, trying to figure out if they were a key or a code to unlock the door. No such luck. You were well and truly stuck.

Minutes passed, and the tightness in your chest only increased. This wasn’t a death trap, right? The Doctor had said it was safe. Mostly.

“Doctor?” Your voice trembled a little this time. “Any progress?”

“I’m working on it! There’s some sort of… ah, tricky thing with the mechanisms—hang tight! And don’t touch anything!”

Of course, you’d already tried touching things. A tiny chuckle escaped you despite the anxiety starting to rise in your throat. “Bit late for that,” you muttered under your breath.

Then there was silence. The kind of silence that made the air feel thicker, made your thoughts run wild with every worst-case scenario. What if the Doctor couldn’t get to you in time? What if something was wrong with the structure? What if the room started filling with water, or gas, or something worse?

Your breath quickened. You sat down on the floor, curling your knees to your chest in an effort to ground yourself. You reminded yourself to trust her.

But that didn't stop the creeping dread from making a home in your chest.

Minutes stretched longer, each one feeling like an hour. You could feel your pulse in your throat. The glowing symbols on the walls flickered and pulsed, and suddenly, a low, mechanical hum started up, louder than before. The floor beneath you shifted, trembling slightly.

Your stomach flipped. “Doctor, please!” you shouted, pressing yourself against the door. “I really don’t like this!”

Before you could spiral any further, there was a faint, distant whirr—a sound so familiar that it instantly comforted you. The sonic screwdriver. It was close.

“Just a few more seconds!” the Doctor’s voice came from beyond the door, more urgent now.

You closed your eyes, trying to focus on the fact that she was there. That she was coming for you.

Then, with a hiss of releasing pressure, the door slid open. Cool air rushed in, and you nearly stumbled forward into the Doctor’s waiting arms.

“There you are!” she breathed, voice laced with relief as she pulled you close.

The trembling inside you stopped immediately as you melted into her embrace, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. Her hand slid up to cup the back of your head, and she pressed her cheek against the top of yours.

“You’re okay. I’m here,” she murmured. Her voice, usually so light and filled with energy, was soft now, tender. It grounded you, made you feel safe again. You buried your face into her neck, breathing in the scent of her coat mixed with that odd TARDIS smell.

The sound of the strange machinery behind you faded away, as though the room had gone dormant the second the Doctor got the door open.

“I thought—I don’t know,” you admitted shakily. “I started thinking you might not make it in time.”

“Hey, I would never let that happen,” she said, leaning back just enough to look into your eyes. “You know me. I always come through, don’t I?”

You nodded, though the tightness in your chest hadn’t fully dissipated.

She seemed to sense it, because her expression softened even further. “Listen to me,” she said, her fingers lightly brushing your cheek. “You’re never alone. Not while I’m around. And I’m always going to be around.”

A shaky laugh escaped you. “Bit of a tall order, isn’t it?”

“For you? Not at all,” she replied with a grin, that familiar, cheeky glint in her eyes returning. “Now come on, let’s get out of here before this place decides it wants to trap us both, yeah?”

You nodded, feeling the weight of the moment lift as she grabbed your hand, squeezing it tight. Together, you walked back down the corridor, side by side, hand in hand.

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Biscuits!

Kate Stewart x Reader

Summary: You bring Kate biscuits! (just a cute fic cause I felt like it)

Words: 1552

The bustling corridors of UNIT were a whirlwind of activity as scientists and soldiers brushed past each other with purpose. You worked in the science division, your days filled with analyzing extraterrestrial materials and trying to decipher the mysteries of the universe. It was fascinating work, but as with all things, it came with its challenges — and your heart had recently added one more.

Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, your boss, had a knack for commanding attention and respect. Her sharp intellect and calm authority were magnetic. But it wasn’t just her leadership skills that had captivated you. Over time, stolen glances and subtle moments had fanned a spark you couldn’t ignore. You’d done your best to keep your feelings professional, but that was easier said than done.

Today was no different. You were hunched over a microscope, trying to analyze the molecular structure of a strange crystal UNIT had recovered during an off-world excursion. A shadow fell over your workstation, and you glanced up to see Kate standing there with her usual composed expression.

“Any progress?” she asked, her voice smooth and commanding.

You straightened up, nodding. “Some. It’s fascinating, but the crystal’s structure keeps shifting, almost like it’s reacting to being observed.”

Kate’s lips quirked into a small smile. “An elusive puzzle, then. Just the sort of thing you excel at.”

Her compliment made your cheeks warm, and you focused on the crystal to hide your reaction. “It’s definitely keeping me on my toes.”

Kate lingered for a moment longer than necessary, her gaze steady on you. It was moments like these that made your heart race. Was there something in the way she looked at you, or were you just imagining it?

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” she said finally, turning to leave.

“Kate,” you called after her, surprising yourself. She paused, glancing back. “Uh, would you like a coffee? I was just about to grab one.”

Her smile softened. “That sounds lovely. Thank you.”

You nodded and hurried off to the break room, cursing yourself for how flustered you felt. The break room was mercifully empty, and you took a moment to compose yourself while the coffee brewed.

As you poured the drinks, your mind wandered back to a conversation you’d had with Kate a few weeks ago. You’d been discussing UNIT’s extensive archives, and she’d mentioned, almost offhandedly, that she loved a particular brand of biscuits she used to have as a child. It was such a small detail, but it had stuck with you.

The memory sparked an idea, and you made a mental note to follow through on it.

The next few days passed in a blur of work and quiet interactions with Kate. You couldn’t shake the way her presence made you feel — a strange mix of exhilaration and longing. It didn’t help that she seemed to seek you out more often, whether to discuss a project or simply check in.

Finally, the moment came. You’d spent the evening tracking down the specific biscuits she’d mentioned, and now they sat neatly wrapped in a small package on your desk.

Kate stopped by your workstation later that morning, her usual air of calm curiosity intact.

“Good morning,” she greeted. “How’s the crystal behaving today?”

“Still stubborn,” you replied with a smile. “But I think I’m making progress.”

She nodded approvingly, her gaze flicking to the package on your desk.

“Is that for the crystal?” she asked, her tone lightly teasing.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “No, actually. It’s for you.”

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “For me?”

You hesitated, suddenly self-conscious. “You mentioned these biscuits a while ago, and I, uh, found them. Thought you might like them.”

Kate reached for the package, her expression softening as she read the label. She looked back at you, her eyes warm.

“You remembered,” she said softly.

“You said you liked them,” you replied, feeling the weight of her gaze. “So I brought them for you.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you felt charged, as if something unspoken was hovering just out of reach.

“Thank you,” Kate said finally, her voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. “That’s very thoughtful of you.”

“It’s nothing,” you said quickly, though your heart was pounding.

Kate smiled, a rare, genuine smile that seemed to light up her entire face. “It’s not nothing,” she said. “It’s lovely.”

The rest of the day passed in a haze of work, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d looked at you. There was something different in her demeanor, a quiet intensity that hadn’t been there before.

That evening, as you packed up your things, you were startled to see Kate standing in the doorway of your lab.

“Heading out?” she asked casually.

“Yeah,” you said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Long day.”

Kate stepped inside, her gaze steady. “I wanted to thank you again for the biscuits. It was... unexpected.”

“I’m glad you liked them,” you said, your voice a little uncertain.

“I did,” she said, taking a step closer. “But I think what I liked even more was the thought behind them.”

Your breath caught as her words sank in. Was she saying what you thought she was?

“Kate,” you began, but she held up a hand.

“Let me finish,” she said gently. “I’ve noticed the way you look at me, and if I’m being honest, I’ve been doing the same.”

Your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest. “You have?”

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “I wasn’t sure if I should say anything. But today... well, you made it clear that you care. And I care too.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t say anything. Instead, you stepped closer, your eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation.

When you reached for her hand, she didn’t pull away.

“I’ve been trying so hard to keep this professional,” you admitted.

“So have I,” she said, her voice soft. “But maybe we’ve been trying too hard.”

The distance between you disappeared as she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a tentative kiss. It was soft and slow, and it felt like everything you’d been waiting for.

When you finally pulled back, she was smiling, her cheeks faintly flushed.

“Shall we get out of here?” she asked, her tone light but her eyes warm.

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. “I’d like that.”

As you walked out of the lab together, the weight of unspoken feelings lifted, leaving only the promise of what could be. And for the first time in a long time, the mysteries of the universe felt a little less daunting — because you weren’t facing them alone.

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Y/N: Who knew sand could help so much with relaxing?

Carol: Y/N, that’s quicksand!

Y/N, neck deep in sand: No, the floor is just hugging me.

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i’m sorry for being abnormal about that middle aged woman it will happen again

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In the Line of Duty

Kate Stewart x Reader

Summary: You and Kate confess your feelings for each other after she gets injured

Words: 1072

Working for UNIT, no two days were ever the same. There were alien threats, unexplained phenomena, and secrets that the general public could never know about. But beneath the surface of all that danger, something else was happening—something a little more personal. You’d been working with Kate Stewart for a while now, and over time, your admiration for her sharp mind and dedication had slowly transformed into something deeper. But she was your superior, and more importantly, a friend. It felt impossible to cross that line.

Still, the way Kate would catch your gaze across a room during meetings, the subtle touches of her hand on your shoulder when you were having a bad day, the warmth in her voice when she spoke to you—it all made you wonder. Did she feel the same?

Today had started like any other. The briefing room buzzed with activity as UNIT personnel prepared for an operation. A distress call had come in about a rogue alien entity in a small town not far from the city. You and Kate stood near the projector screen, going over the mission parameters.

Kate was as composed as ever, her hands clasped behind her back, a serious but calm look on her face. "We don't know what we're dealing with yet, but we can't risk letting it escape into a populated area," she said, her gaze drifting briefly to yours. "We'll be taking a small team in. Minimal force, maximum efficiency."

You nodded, trying not to let your admiration for her distract you from the task at hand. "Understood. I'll take care of the logistics."

"I'll be leading this one myself," Kate added.

That caught your attention. Normally, she preferred to coordinate from a distance, letting the field agents handle the danger. You frowned. "Are you sure? It could be dangerous out there."

Her lips quirked in a half-smile. "Dangerous is part of the job, isn't it?"

You sighed, not entirely convinced, but you knew better than to argue with her when her mind was made up.

The mission was supposed to be routine—analyze the threat, neutralize it, and contain any damage. But when you arrived at the scene, nothing went as planned. The alien entity, a shape-shifter of sorts, was far more volatile than anticipated. As you and the team moved in, it began wreaking havoc, shifting forms and attacking with unexpected force.

"Get everyone back!" Kate shouted, her voice rising above the chaos.

You stayed by her side, adrenaline surging as you worked to coordinate the retreat. In the distance, you saw the shape-shifter targeting Kate. Your heart jumped into your throat.

"Kate, look out!" you screamed, but it was too late.

The entity lunged, knocking her off her feet with a brutal force. You ran to her side, fear gripping you as you knelt beside her. She was hurt—her arm badly gashed, and she winced as she tried to sit up.

"Stay still," you urged, your hands trembling as you pressed down on the wound to stop the bleeding. "We need to get you out of here."

But Kate, stubborn as always, shook her head. "I’m fine," she muttered through gritted teeth. "Focus on the mission."

"Damn it, Kate!" you snapped, your heart pounding. "I'm not leaving you like this!"

Her eyes softened as they met yours, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fall away. The chaos, the danger, the alien threat—it all faded into the background. All that mattered was the way she was looking at you.

"You're always so stubborn," you whispered, your voice cracking as the fear and worry bled into your words. "I can't lose you."

Kate's gaze softened further, and for the first time, you saw something flicker in her eyes—something vulnerable, something real. "I’m not going anywhere," she said quietly, her hand reaching up to grasp yours. Her fingers were cold against your skin, and you clutched them tighter, as if you could will her to stay safe just by holding on.

"I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while now," she murmured, her voice shaky but steady enough to cut through the chaos around you. "But I never found the right moment."

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew exactly what she meant, but you couldn’t quite believe it. "Kate…"

She nodded slightly, her hand still holding yours as if she couldn’t bear to let go. "I care about you—more than I should, more than I ever meant to. But this job… it’s complicated. There’s always something getting in the way. But I…"

The world around you felt still, even as the battle raged on in the distance. It was just the two of you, in this quiet, raw moment where everything else faded into insignificance. Your breath hitched as you stared down at her, the weight of her confession sinking in.

"I feel the same," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but I didn’t know how. And now, here we are…"

Kate smiled weakly, her thumb brushing against the back of your hand. "Seems like a terrible place for confessions, doesn’t it?"

You let out a soft, nervous laugh, tears welling in your eyes despite yourself. "Yeah, not exactly how I pictured it."

Her eyes flickered with warmth, even as the pain from her injury clouded her features. "When we get out of here," she said softly, "we’ll talk properly. About everything."

You nodded, your throat tight with emotion. "Yeah. We will."

The moment was broken by the sound of an explosion nearby. The rest of the team had managed to contain the threat, and reinforcements were moving in. You didn’t want to leave Kate’s side, but you had no choice.

"I’ll call for a medic," you said, your voice steadier now, though your hands still shook as you helped her up.

She winced but allowed you to support her as you moved toward safety. "You’ll stay with me?"

"Always."

Later, in the med bay, after the adrenaline had worn off and Kate’s injury had been treated, you sat by her bedside. The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of earlier.

Kate looked over at you, her eyes softer now, free of the usual guardedness she kept in place. "About what I said earlier…"

You smiled, leaning forward to take her hand again. "We’ll figure it out. We’ve faced worse together."

She chuckled lightly, a genuine smile lighting up her face. "I suppose we have."

The silence between you was warm, comfortable. For the first time in a long while, you felt like everything was going to be okay. And as you sat there, holding her hand, you knew that no matter what came next, you’d face it together.

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No One Breaks My Heart Like You

GIF by dailyflicks

Carol Danvers x Reader

We’ve Loved A Thousand Lives

Same beginning, different story every time.

Part 7.5 | (Part 7)

Angst, Injuries, Divorce.

A/N: Best of luck to all of us...

Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling 💜

Word count: 6.7k

Masterlist | This collection | AO3

It’s been weeks since your disastrous break up with Carol, and she has spent every moment of that time trying to reach you unsuccessfully. She can’t track your devices, and you won’t answer any of her calls on your phone or at work.

In a deep moment of defeat, she decides to contact Fury, "Are you missing any agents?" she asks him suspiciously.

Fury doesn’t show any emotion, "Are you asking me if I've misplaced a whole person lately?"

Carol is unsure how to phrase her question without admitting to breaking the rules, "Have you?"

"There is an agent who hasn't come in for a while, is that what you're referring to?"

"Perhaps," The Captain gestures with her arms, "she's about this tall, great at her job, gorgeous."

"Carol, did you lose your wife?" he deadpans.

"My—what?" She tries to play it cool as nerves take over her entire body.

"Oh, come on, I’m not a fool, and you're not that sneaky."

"I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Fury still seems completely unbothered, "She’s always with you when she's off work, you take your vacation at the exact same time, and there's a picture of her in your house."

"It's not a picture of her, it's a picture of us," Carol mumbles, avoiding eye contact.

"Whatever, I already know."

"So, you're not gonna tell me off?"

"She doesn't work for you, it's okay."

Carol shoots him an angry look, "Why didn’t you ever say anything?"

"I figured I'd let you keep it up for as long as possible."

"You could have saved me a divorce!" That certainly catches Fury’s attention.

"Wait, what?"

She shows him two wedding bands, "I have both of these, I’m only supposed to have one!"

"That bad? What did you do?"

"Why do you assume it was my fault?"

"You're the one holding the rings."

Carol puts the bands on the table and responds in an aggressive tone, "She said I don't have enough time for her, which, did she not know she was marrying the single Avenger in charge of protecting the entire universe?"

He squints his eye, "What did she say exactly?"

"Something about my availability to everyone else."

"Did she give you a whole explanation and that's all you got from it?"

Carol remains silent, trying to remember your last conversation, "That's not the point, help me!"

"What do you want me to do?" he responds bluntly.

"I don’t know, page her? Say it's an emergency."

Fury sighs and looks at her with sympathy, "For you, I will try, but you should know that once she's off the grid, she's impossible to track down."

"That's gotta be an exaggeration."

"Like you just said, she's great at her job," he pauses, "my best spy doing desk work, that must have been a tough choice for her, I wonder why she did that," his tone is taunting, making Carol’s features turn to guilt, "I would hope that whoever pushed her to make that decision made up for it by spending lots of quality time with her," he suggests not so subtly.

"That's bullshit, if I had known we didn't need to hide from you—" Carol is interrupted by an alarm going off in Fury’s office.

"Hold that thought, I have to go. I will page her, but I'll stop at five attempts, if you don't hear from me, that's because I didn't hear from her."

He hangs up, and Carol is left alone once again.

A few days later, Carol arrives unannounced to New Asgard, she confidently makes her way to The King’s office and demands, "Take a walk with me."

Valkyrie’s eyes reluctantly travel away from her work to look at Carol, "You think you can just show up and ask for whatever you want? I am a King, I have responsibilities." It is clear in Valkyrie’s voice that she is still not on the best terms with her.

Carol completely disregards Val’s displeasure in favor of getting what she wants, "Like what?" she challenges.

Valkyrie looks around trying to produce a response and coming up empty, "…A walk then."

They take a stroll around the palace, mostly in silence, Val knows Carol just wanted an excuse to look for you in every corner of her Kingdom. After rounding the entire building, they return to The King's office.

"You're missing a ship," Carol points out as they enter.

"I know exactly where all my belongings are, do you?"

"She doesn't belong to me," The Captain murmurs.

Valkyrie swiftly sits on her chair and crosses her legs, "But you learned that the hard way."

"Can you just tell me where she is?"

"Why? So you can piss her off again?" Val bites.

"You have no idea what happened." Carol’s eyes bore into Valkyrie’s, but The King isn’t fazed by the action.

"I have no idea where she is," Valkyrie asserts smugly, "as your friend, let me just tell you, sometimes you can be really stupid. I say it with love," The Captain huffs at the hypocrisy, "and she's not here, at least not anymore."

Carol feels her heartbeat race, "But she was?"

"She stayed for a few days after I picked her up, didn't tell me where she went." The king's assistant knocks on the open door to announce their presence, Valkyrie nods to them and directs herself to Carol, "You should go."

Carol leaves the palace, but decides to stay in New Asgard for a bit, having nowhere else to go.

After a few hours of mindlessly roaming the town, Carol gets a call, "Fury, did you find her?" she answers hurriedly.

"There's been a strange object hovering Earth, can you check it out, please?"

"On it," she accepts, thinking it’ll be a good distraction. She flies to the coordinates and finds a spaceship.

Captain Marvel enters the familiar ship carefully, she points her lit up fist in a general forward direction as she scans every inch of the vessel with her eyes.

She feels someone jump down and land behind her, "What took you so long?" she immediately turns around startled, her mouth slightly agape with surprise, "Did anyone see you come in?" you mock, making her features flatten.

"Very funny," she deadpans, "how long have you been here?"

"Since I left New Asgard."

Her brows furl, "You’ve been here for four weeks?" you simply shrug in response, looking anywhere but at her, "Does Val know you have her ship?"

"Obviously, I wasn't about to steal from The King."

"How come nobody knows where you are?"

"I’m a trained spy, remember? And a damn good one," She walks in, putting her fist and guard down as she relaxes into her surroundings. "Fury called you." It's not a question.   "He thought you were a threat."

"I had to unveil the ship, I was getting bored up here."

"How was I supposed to know you were hiding somewhere outside the Earth's atmosphere?"

You eye her daringly, "You don't recognize the coordinates?" she stares at you in confusion, "Look down, Captain."

She peeks out a window and realizes what you mean, "It’s our home," she barely whispers.

You nod, "When was the last time you went home?"

Your words strike a nerve within her, "Don’t try to guilt trip me, what I do is important," she says between gritted teeth.

You didn't even mean it like that, but her aggressiveness has always been contagious, "Shut the fuck up, Danvers!"

"Hey!" she warns, "I get that you're angry, I get that I hurt you, but you cannot speak to me like that." She takes an offensive stance.

You cross your arms and give her a challenging look, "Why not?"

"Because we have a relationship based on respect."

Her response makes you loudly scoff in disbelief, "Respect? Since when? Since you visit your convenience husband more than you visit me? Since you spend 99% of your time buried in your work somewhere in the middle of space? Since you don't even have the decency to tell me you're coming to Earth to see some coworker's family?"

"They are my friends!" she objects.

"And I am your wife," you retaliate.

Carol drops the power trip, "You are?" she hesitates.   You feel all your confidence disappear, "I hardly think what I did counts as a real divorce."

"But, you want one?" Her voice only grows smaller.

"I don't know, it's not like I wanted to leave you."

She can’t believe she used this reunion to start a fight with you again, "I’m sorry, I don't know what's been happening to me." She gently hugs herself.

"You bit off more than you could chew." You follow her example and compose yourself, your gaze fixated on a wall.

"I promise to be better, what if we don't have to sneak around anymore, what if we could just be together in public? Would that make a difference?"

You respond by giving her a silent look, pleading with her to not toy with your heart anymore.

She approaches you and tries to hold your hand, "Angel."

"What are you doing?" You immediately back away from her touch.

She stops her movements, "I thought that's where this was going."

"It certainly is not."

She hides her face in her palms in shame, "I’m sorry, I’m just gonna go, it's fine, we're fine—"

"We're not fine," you interrupt.

"Right, whatever, bye." She exits with no destination in mind and simply remains floating in space at the mercy of the stars.

Carol has never felt like such a failure before, not when she harshly yelled at Kamala prior to being properly introduced, nor when she couldn't reach Monica, resulting in her being stuck in another universe. Even when she fails, she always knows exactly what she needs to do to fix everything, except for this, except for you.

You decide to turn your brain off and get some sleep, you think you might have to return Valkyrie's ship after this fiasco, but that's a problem for tomorrow.

A while later, Carol’s comms ring, and she picks up out of habit, still zoned out.

"Carol—" a small, quivering voice calls out through the device, followed by heavy pants, it sounds completely terrified.

Carol's eyes shoot open, "Kamala?"

A loud knock on the door wakes you, "Please, open up!"

"Carol?" You murmur under your breath as you get up. Her knocks only get louder and more desperate as you make your way to let her in, "It's four in the morning," you croak, rubbing your eyes.

She quickly enters, "If you choose to live in space you don't get to work in a time zone." It is only once you close the door that you realize she is carrying an unconscious body.

"Tell me you sang her to sleep," you hope, already dreading the scene that’s about to unfold, Carol only stares at you impatiently.   "There's a medical room in the back." You guide her to the room, and she lays Kamala on the bed. You immediately take charge of the situation.

You were always the one patching Carol up after rough missions, and she felt some guilt every time she was unable to return the favor, "What the hell happened to her?" you ask.

"I don't know." Her tone is somewhat apologetic.

You get to work on the girl to the best of your ability. Her injuries, although nonlethal, are enough to give you goosebumps, they seem to have been caused by a weapon, but not any human weapon that you know of. You doubt Ms Marvel was just hanging out in the streets past midnight when an emergency alien attack took place, which leaves you with a single theory, this was a planned mission that went horribly wrong.

"I think she should wake up on her own, I just have to clean her up," you tell Carol, gesturing towards the numerous bruises and cuts on Kamala's body. She chooses to wait outside to not obstruct your work with her pacing.

"Why didn't you go to the Avengers?" you question Carol once you come out of the room, wiping some blood off your hands with a rag.

She halts her movement, but doesn’t make eye contact, "It seemed easier—faster to just keep going up," she couldn't think of anyone else who could help her in the moment, "her mother is going to kill me."

"No more dinner with the Khans for you," you fake a pout, when you see she's genuinely distressed, you clear your throat and straighten your tone, "is this your fault?"

She shakes her head, "It was already too late when I arrived."

"If they didn't call you, then it's not on you," you reassure her. It is only now that you actually take a good look at Carol, her eyes are red, her skin pale, and her back is hunching, "Have you slept? Or eaten? Or sat down in the past month?" There is genuine worry in your words.

She silently stares at you for a moment and mutters, "What does it matter."

"I'll take that as a 'no.'"

"I’m invulnerable." She tries to stand up tall with the little energy she has.

"Which means you can't die, not that you can go on living like…that."

"I’m doing fine," she argues, but you know better than to believe her.

"You're on the verge of tears, this close to collapsing," you gesture with your fingers, "but you are much too stubborn to do anything about it." Your voice remains velvety soft, you can read her like an open book, and she doesn't like that.

"You were always so good at reminding me to take care of my human side."

"You're all human, down to the fuck ups," the small smile that formed on her face flattens, "sit down," Carol looks toward the medical room tentatively, "she's gonna take her time, sit down," you repeat gently.

She obliges, "Are we gonna pretend you didn't just tell me off earlier?"

"We don't have to, but you can't leave now, so there's no point in being hostile." She nods gratefully.

You offer her a cup of tea and a snack, and invite her to take a warm shower, "If you wanna go through the closet, Val has a good selection of sweaters."

You didn’t even realize you fell asleep again, until a beeping sound wakes you up. You open your eyes to see it's Carol's comms, which prompts you to search for her from your spot on the couch. As you focus further, you hear her voice coming from the med room talking with Kamala, and a subtle smile tugs at your lips.

You're about to ignore the sound and go back to sleep, when a thought occurs to you, nobody calls Captain Marvel just to chat, your sense of duty insists you pick up, "Hello?"

The Avengers director recognizes your voice immediately, "Where’s Danvers?"

"Fury?" You panic, he can't know Carol and you are together.

"Is she with you?" he presses, making your palms sweat.

"I, uh, um—"

"I know about you two, you can calm down."

His words make you freeze in place, "You do?"

"Yes, she's not your boss, it's fine." He glosses over it like it’s nothing as he doesn’t have time for this right now. You find such information difficult to process, but you try to leave the implications for later.

"Okay, why are you calling?"

"Do you know where Kamala is?"

You had momentarily forgotten about your impromptu visitor, "Yes."

"Where?" he demands.

"What’s it to you?" you sass him, deciding to be uncooperative given the circumstances that brought the girl to you in the first place.

"She works for me."

"That’s what I thought, but then, it makes no sense how you assigned her a middle of the night mission without any intention to send backup."

"She wasn't alone, she had Bishop!" he argues.

You feel your body’s temperature rise, "Oh, she had Bishop? Another rookie? And where is your archer now?"

Fury remains calm in the face of your anger, "Right here, too shaken up to actually tell me anything that happened."

"Good news for you, if Kamala's mom doesn't have your head on a stick by morning, Belova definitely will," you warn him, "better sleep with your eye open. Kamala is in good hands, I'll send her your way once I decide she's ready." You aggressively end the call.

Carol comes out of the medical room right as you're setting her comms down, "Who was that?" she asks.

"Fury, he wanted to know where Kamala is, but I’m not telling him." Your jaw is stiff with residual rage.

"Why?"

"He put her in danger, I don't trust him with her." You pull both of your legs up on the couch and cross them.

"But he’s your boss," Carol objects, making sure to maintain a gentle tone so as to not anger you further.

"Yeah, and apparently you aren’t, he knows about us." She meets your gaze and gives you a subtle nod.

Your response comes out louder than you expected, "You knew?"

She breaks eye contact, "It’s recent, I asked him about you."

"So what? We never needed to keep it a secret?"

She kneels on the floor in front of you, "That’s what I've been trying to tell you, we don't need to hide anymore."

"You had many opportunities to hide with me, but you always chose to hide from me." Your voice cracks as you feel your skin cool down.

"You should have said no, you should have pushed back," you search for the meaning of her words in her eyes, "when I asked you to quit your job," she clarifies, "I had no right to do that."

You sigh deeply before responding, "The moment you brought it up I decided I would, because I worry the exact same way every time you go on a mission, I figured it would be better if only one of us had to go through that."

Carol’s eyes travel to the ground, "So, are you gonna get back now that we…?"

"I haven't really thought about it," you confess, "about not being with you anymore."

A few hours later, Kamala calls for Carol, and you go check on her. She looks at you as you enter the room with what you can only describe as disappointment.

"I forced Carol to take a nap, so I’m gonna be looking after you for now," you feel the need to explain, she gives you a light nod and a smile, "how are you feeling?"

"Like an alien used my body to mop the floor." Her smile doesn’t go away.

You chuckle at her words, walking fully into the room and closing the door behind you, "I know what that's like, you're doing great, though."

"I didn't know you were a doctor."

"I’m not," you shrug.

"Carol said you're really good at patching people up."

"With Captain Marvel as your partner, you kinda have to get good at it." You inspect Kamala's bandages, they're sloppy, barely hanging on.

"Did she do these?" you ask rhetorically,

"She means well."

"I really should have checked on you sooner, I'm sorry." You get to work changing them all out for fresh ones.

"Are you guys done for good?" she blurts out as you wrap up her arm, making you shoot her a stern look, "Sorry, it's the painkillers," she quickly apologizes.

"I really don't know." You don't know the answer and you don't know if you wanna talk to a kid about it. You continue to patch her up as an awkward silence takes over.

When you’re almost done, she speaks again, "Can I tell you something?"

Her timid tone makes you worry, "Sure."

"After my first unintentional mission with Carol, Fury asked her to take me in for a few months to train me," her eyes fixate on her lap, "I lived on her ship, and we went on lots of missions together. Once a month, she would make a point to bring me back to Earth, so I could be home and see my family, I thought maybe she became exhausted of having a teenager in her home all the time, so she would use that break to rest, but I think she actually used that time to spend with you."

You nod while listening to her, you knew about this already.

"Eventually, I joined the Young Avengers and moved into the compound, I would constantly ask Fury to let me visit Carol, and I guess he found it cute, so he would help me show up unannounced in her ship, I thought I was doing a good thing, I thought she must get lonely…"

You did not know about that, your mind starts racing.

"What I’m trying to say is, I think Carol stopped spending time with you for fear I might show up at an inconvenient time," your features change abruptly into something she can't quite recognize, she starts to ramble, unable to stop herself, "I’m really sorry, I didn't know, I was just trying to be a good friend. On mother's day, I had to practically beg her so she would accept my invitation, please don't be angry." Her eyes meet yours again and she looks so scared for her life.

You cover your mouth with both hands to avoid saying anything impulsive and take a few deep breaths as you collect your thoughts, your delay only making Kamala grow more nervous.

"Thank you for telling me," you hesitate, carefully measuring your every word, "you couldn't have known, of course I’m not mad at you," your heavy breathing and your nails digging into your palms exposing your real feelings, "I’m gonna bring you lunch."

She mouths, "Okay," trying to calm herself down, and you exit the scene as fast as your feet allow you. When you come back, she's dozed off again.

Carol comes out of the bedroom after her much needed nap, you’re sitting on the couch and don’t bother greeting her before demanding, "I spoke to Kamala, is it true?" Carol becomes instantly alert, "You stopped letting me come visit you for fear of her showing up?"

"Yes," she simply concedes.

"You never said anything."

"I didn't want to seem ungrateful, and she hangs onto my every word, I felt like I had a responsibility towards her."

"And, when I confronted you?"

"She was right there, I couldn’t." To both of your surprise, this conversation plays out a lot more civilized than you expected, given the topic.

"What about earlier?"

Carol exhales heavily, "She's just a kid, she wanted to spend time with me, I don't think she should be blamed for that."

"Hold on," you stand up, the gears in your brain turning, she's confused but decides to let you go through your process, "Fury was the one helping Kamala in and out of your ship, right?" you continue.

"Uh, yeah."

"And he knew about us all along?" Carol nods, trying to catch up with your train of thought, "He also knew when I was with you because I wasn't at work."

She takes a few steps closer to you, "What’s your point?"

"There is no way Kamala and I would have run into each other unless he wanted us to, and we never did." The puzzle pieces finally fall into place.

Carol flares up, "That son of a bitch!"

"Calm down, Captain Marvel."

"He was messing with me, on purpose." Her voice goes up an octave.

You have inadvertently unleashed a monster with your plausible deductions, "You don't know that, I’m sure he has better things to do."

"Like sending his teenagers on a midnight run to get their asses kicked?"

"Okay, that wasn't his brightest moment, but still."

"Who’s side are you on?" Carol’s powers only become more aggressive.

"I’m on the side of 'this is Valkyrie's ship,' and if you throw a fire tantrum I’m gonna be the one paying for it." You set your foot down on the very real implications of her behavior.

In an instant, you both snap your neck in the direction of Carol’s comms that still rest on the couch, you reach for the device, and she slaps your wrist out of the way, you grab her arm with your other hand, and she lights it up so you immediately let go, "That's cheating!" you yell, making her laugh. Taking advantage of her distraction, you kick her arm sending the device flying into the air and catching it behind you, stuffing it in your back pocket.   Carol follows your movement with her eyes and stares at your ass for a bit afterwards. A month ago she would have reached for the device without a second thought, but today, she wouldn't dare, still, that doesn't stop her from being a tease and biting her lip at the sight.

"Perv," you snark, knowing exactly what she’s doing.

She cocks a grin, "When you have something for so long and then lose it all of a sudden, you're bound to miss it, I’m all human, after all," she uses your own words to taunt you, "come one, give me a little spin."

You give her a death stare instead, "Are you sure you want those to be your last words?"

"Sorry." She feigns remorse, her grin still plastered on.

You turn around and walk to the kitchen with a huff, knowing you’re giving her what she wants. In times like these, it's nice to be appreciated. Her smirk turns into genuine delight, underneath her depraved ruse, she's happy to know you're still willing to play along with her.

You start slicing some veggies, much to her confusion, "I thought Kamala already ate?"

"It's for us, you dumbass."

"Oh," she's pleased, 'us,' sounds so sweet coming from your lips, "let me help you," she offers, and it’s now your turn to smile as you observe her every move.

You fall into a good rhythm cooking together until the ship’s door opens, triggering you both into combat mode, Carol's fists light up, and you grab the biggest knife you can find in a vice grip.

King Valkyrie waltzes into her ship, making you exhale in relief and put your weapon down.

"Val?" Carol calls to get her attention, Valkyrie turns in your direction, and you can immediately tell she’s pissed.

"I need my ship back," she orders.

"You promised you weren't gonna track me," you protest in return.

"And I didn't for a whole month," Val interjects, "that’s how good a friend I am, but your boss is on my ass about getting you back home, something about a double assassination attempt," she explains as she closes the door.

"A what?" Carol utters.

"Don’t worry about it," you mumble, knowing what Val is referring to.

"And I could really live with not having to deal with your shit for once," The King continues with a weak snark.

Carol can’t help but tease her, "Since when do you let Fury push you around?"

"You see my face?" Val asks rhetorically, "Do I look amused?" She is not in the mood to be messed with.

You bite the inside of your cheek, watching their exchange, "Do you wanna—?" you gesture for Carol to continue working in the kitchen and guide Val to walk further into the vessel, "Double assassination? That's a bit much."

"He may have been exaggerating," Val shrugs.   "If it were up to me, we would be out of here in no time, but we have an extra passenger." You open the door to the medical room to reveal a sleeping Kamala.

"Shit! What did you do to her?" Valkyrie exclaims.

"I saved her life," you hush with pride.

Val lowers her voice to match yours, "She looks awful."

"You should have seen her when she arrived."

"Poor thing," Valkyrie slowly closes the door so her shock doesn't wake Kamala up, "so, are you two working together for little Marv's sake?"

"Yeah, Carol seems convinced that everything is Fury's fault."

"This?" Val points to Kamala’s door alarmed.

"Well, yes, but also with us," you hesitate.

"How so?"

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Carol, Valkyrie, and you are sitting at the table eating together, Val agreed to have a taste after you reassured her you did most of the cooking.

"Explain it to me again," The King asks, still unable to grasp Carol’s reasoning.

"Fury has been letting Kamala into my ship at random times so I grow paranoid of sneaking around with my wife."

"That makes no sense, did you talk to him about it?" Valkyrie responds, prompting Carol to shoot you an angry look.

"I took her comms," you tell Valkyrie, "she’s so livid, there is no way for that conversation to end well, regardless of his answer." Val hadn't noticed Carol's temper, she's good at concealing it, but she can't keep anything hidden from you, you know her much too well.

Your meal is interrupted by a beeping sound coming from Valkyrie’s pocket, "Speak of the devil." She silently excuses herself as she gets up to answer, walking towards the bedroom for some privacy, "What do you want, Nicholas?" despite your efforts, you can only hear half of the conversation, "Yes I am here."

Carol and you follow Val with your eyes until she's out of sight and you can no longer hear her voice.

"We can't leave until Kamala gets better," Carol almost commands you.

"I know that."

"We’re gonna need to stall." Her tone turns suggestive.

A devilish smirk forms on your face, "You got it, Captain." A rush of excitement takes over your body, it almost feels like old times, plotting and sneaking around.

With a loud swing of the door, Val comes back out and announces, "Alright, that's settled, I’m bringing you all home and then taking my ship with me."

Carol leans in to whisper in your ear without taking her eyes off Valkyrie, "Distract her, I have an idea."

You stand and get really close to Valkyrie to take her undivided attention, "But, what about Kamala?" As soon as you speak, Carol stealthily makes her way to the ship's engine.

"I am awfully sorry, but I really don't have time for this, her parents will have to forgive me," Val responds with no real remorse.

"What would Thor think about your decision?" You try to provoke her.

Val scoffs, "Do not bring the beefcake into this."

"So, you're really just gonna let Fury tell you what to do?"

"Whatever allows me to be back home and out of this mess the fastest."

"You’re growing soft, King," you mock.

"You’ll get old one day, too."

"I bet, how old are you this year? Five thousand and three?" Valkyrie begins to make her way to the control panel when Carol comes back up, panting.

"Oh, hey, you're still here?" Carol loudly asks, Val eyes her with suspicion as she keeps walking, "I was just making sure that your ship was all set to return home, turns out we're really low on gas, won't even make it halfway." She fights to catch her breath.

Valkyrie stops with a huff and turns to stare at you both, she's not stupid, "Look at you two conspiring assholes, almost made me forget you're in the middle of filing for divorce." Carol and you look at each other and smile.

"I’m sorry, Val, but we can't go back yet," you state in the firmest tone you can manage.

Valkyrie crosses her arms and sucks on her teeth as she realizes you’ve outplayed her, "Fine, do whatever you want, but I’m not dealing with this anymore," she takes her comms and gives them to you to add to your now growing collection of other people's devices, "I need a drink and a long bubble bath, do not even think about disturbing me." She takes a brand new bottle of Scotch from the kitchen and enters the bathroom.

Carol hadn't felt this good in a long time, the rush of pulling a half thought out plan followed by the satisfaction of it working out just right, with the added bonus that she got to do it by your side, "Good job," she congratulates you.

"Likewise." You have that smile on your face, the one that made Carol fall for you all those years ago, the one she has missed so dearly, not just in the past month, but long before that.

You go back to finishing your lunch in a somewhat comfortable silence. After a moment, Carol speaks, "It wasn't all about Kamala visiting at random," you look at her with a frown, "every time I saw you, I couldn't shake the fear that it might be the last."

"And not seeing me at all was a better choice?" you retort.

"Everyone else could come and go, but I could never deal with losing you, I don't know what I was thinking, I made you a vow and I couldn't keep it, I feel like such a failure." There is something in her eyes that you can’t fully identify, woe, perhaps.

"Why were you so adamant about blaming Fury for this?" You find some respite in knowing that, deep down, she didn’t actually believe it to be true.

"It was easier that way, I didn't have to admit that I’m scared that way," you give her a flat hum in response, "I’m really sorry, I don't expect you to forgive me, but please know that I am very, truly sorry, it's all my fault and I’m owning up to it, as soon as Kamala is better we can go home, and you don't have to see me ever again, if that's what you want."

It would break her heart if you said you didn’t want to see her anymore, fortunately, or not, you refrain from responding and finish the rest of your meal quietly contemplating her every word.

There is so much you wanna say, so many questions you want to ask her, but, would it even change anything?

As much as you want to lift her chin up and reassure her that you can work things out and everything is going to be okay, as much as wish, and hope, this isn’t something you can do on your own, you learned that the hard way, and it hit you like an alien mopping the floor with your body.

Despite your aching chest, you can’t just give her what she wants, it would come at too high a price from you, and you know you deserve better than that.

A few days later, you check on Kamala and conclude that she is stable enough to sustain the trip back. You come out of the room to an awaiting Carol, "I think she's ready to go home," she nods in response, "what did you do with the fuel? Because we're gonna need it about now." With Valkyrie having politely locked herself up in the bedroom since the night she arrived, it’s been on you to take charge once again.

Carol begins to think of all her options, "I’ll figure something out, don't worry about it."

"I worry about a lot of things when it comes to you." You tentatively walk closer to her on the couch.

She looks up at you with curiosity, "Like what?"

"Like if you're eating the right amount, or working too hard, or whether I'll ever be able to trust you again," you mumble the last part.

"I said I’m sorry, what more can I do?" she sighs.

"'Sorry' is not enough, Carol," you no longer have the energy to yell at each other, "what if Dar-Benn had said sorry, would that have made it all okay?"

Her features turn stern as she objects, "She tried to destroy every place I call home."

You look at her with sadness in your eyes, "Sometimes, I feel like that's exactly what you're doing to me." You slump on the other end of the couch and rub your temples.

"What if I took some time off?" she blurts out, making you snap your neck in her direction and you heartbeat race.

"What about your job?"

"I could ask Monica and Kamala to take over for a bit," she suggests nonchalantly.

"That doesn't sound right."

"I can talk to Val."

"She’s a King, she won't just take over because you asked." She seems too comfortable delegating the duties of the strongest Avenger.

"What about The Guardians?"

"The Guardians?" you repeat, "yeah, right."

She runs out of people she’s willing to sacrifice for you, so she gets a better idea, "Then, move into my ship with me!" Your brain stops working and you're unable to respond for an instant, "I don't hear a 'no,'" she insists.

"I didn't say 'yes'"

"What would it take?" you remain silent with a piercing gaze, "I’ll do anything, please." She turns her whole body to face you.

You feel very privileged to be seeing Captain Marvel begging, it makes you feel special knowing she's doing it just for you, so you give her a chance, "Soundproof your room."

"Done," she responds immediately.

"I wanna meet Yan," you continue.

Carol is taken aback with surprise, "Really?"

"He’s the most beautiful man in the universe."

That’s all it takes to convince her, "Okay, yeah, sure."

You worry your lip between your teeth and take much longer to speak this time, "I still want a divorce," you whisper, almost able to hear her heart breaking all over again, she nods sadly and her eyes travel to the ground.

Without any fuel left, Carol’s solution to get you back on Earth is to push the vessel from the outside herself.

You arrive safely to the Avengers compound and help Kamala into the med bay to let an actual doctor treat her for the rest of her recovery. Once you make sure Kamala is taken care of, and Carol has refueled Valkyrie’s ship, you get back in to make your way to New Asgard. All too quick for Fury to intercept.

As soon as you arrive to the Kingdom, Valkyrie exits her ship and all but kicks you out along with her, "I would love to say it was a pleasure, but it really wasn’t," she deadpans, retrieving her comms from you, much too exhausted to make her annoyance noticeable.

Carol and you both know she’s exaggerating, but you also know that you exhausted her trust, you’d better not need anything from her for the next three to five years.

It is only now that Carol realizes a flaw in your trajectory, as you take in her frown, you begin to work things out yourself,  "We’re stuck here," you say her thoughts out loud.

She hesitates slightly before responding, "There is one option…" It’s almost like a pre apology.

"Seriously?" You squint your eyes in dread, succumbing to your faith.

Carol picks you up bridal style and flies off. It only takes a few minutes for you to land on the front lawn of your shared home. She gently puts you down on the ground, and you step away from her, taking a moment to recompose yourself from the intimacy of being carried by your ex.

"Thanks," you say awkwardly, stretching your neck.

She gives you a tight lipped smile, "No problem," you both stand there in silence, unsure of how to act, "so, is this goodbye then?" she crosses her arms, bracing herself for your departure.

"No, I’m moving in with you," you state matter of factly, the confusion in her face is evident.

"What about the divorce?"

"Oh, yeah, we gotta do that." You had forgotten for a second, flying at Captain Marvel speeds always renders your mind hazy.

She retreats further into herself, lowering her gaze, "We can go first thing tomorrow."

You cradle her face with both hands, gently caressing her cheeks until her eyes meet yours, "I am giving you another chance to offer me that ring in the future, to help me trust you again."

Her eyes glimmer like the brightest stars, she turns her face to kiss one of your palms and leans into your touch, "I won't let you down this time, I promise."

@wolf79

[prplepeony]

Dancing Under Lanterns

Thirteenth Doctor x Reader

Summary: The Doctor surprises you with a visit to an alien planet's Festival of Lights.

Words: 1121

“Where are we going?” you asked, grinning as the Doctor darted around the TARDIS console, pulling levers and flicking switches with her usual infectious enthusiasm.

Her eyes gleamed, and she looked over her shoulder at you with that cheeky, almost mischievous smile she loved to flash when she had something special planned. “Ah, that’s a secret! Can’t go spoiling the surprise, can I?”

You crossed your arms, pretending to be skeptical, but you couldn’t hide your own smile. “Every time you say it’s a surprise, I end up knee-deep in some intergalactic mess or running from killer robots.”

“Not this time,” she said, finally pulling one last lever that sent the TARDIS into motion with its familiar, comforting whoosh. “This time, it’s going to be fun. Promise. No robots, no death traps, no killer plants. Just… fun.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” you replied, amused. But the excitement bubbling in your chest was undeniable. Adventures with the Doctor were always unpredictable, but they had a way of making the universe feel impossibly wide and full of wonder. And whenever she hinted at something “special,” it always felt like a gift meant just for you.

The TARDIS came to a gentle stop, and the Doctor bounded over to the door, practically vibrating with excitement. “Come on then! You’re going to love this.”

You followed her to the threshold, the hum of the TARDIS fading behind you as you stepped outside into the unknown. The moment your feet hit the ground, your breath caught in your throat.

Before you stretched a sprawling alien city, shimmering in the golden light of twin suns. Buildings, tall and curved like glass spires, dotted the landscape, glowing softly in hues of turquoise and silver. But what really took your breath away was the sky above. Hundreds of thousands of lights dotted the heavens, not stars, but floating lanterns—each one casting a soft, ethereal glow.

It was beautiful.

“Doctor…” you whispered, glancing at her in awe. “What is this place?”

“Welcome to Tellurine,” she said, stepping beside you, hands in her pockets as she took in the view herself. “Home to the Festival of Lights. Happens once every twenty years. Lanterns in the sky, music in the streets… all in celebration of their twin suns aligning in the sky. Thought you might like it.”

You turned to face her, heart swelling with emotion. “I… I don’t even know what to say. It’s perfect.”

Her face softened, and she reached for your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours. “It’s just getting started. Come on, there’s more.”

She led you down the cobblestone streets, and as you got closer to the heart of the city, the vibrant energy of the festival became palpable. Music filled the air—an alien melody that was both unfamiliar and beautiful, echoing through the air like a lullaby of another world. People, dressed in flowing, colorful garments, danced in the streets, their movements slow and graceful, as though in sync with the celestial lights above.

Vendors lined the roads, selling all sorts of strange and wonderful foods. You stopped by a stall where a woman offered you a glowing, fruit-like treat that tasted like sweet, fizzy lemonade mixed with honey.

The Doctor smiled as you took a bite, clearly delighted by your reaction. “Good, isn’t it?”

You nodded, savoring the taste, and glanced back up at the lanterns floating in the sky. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like this. It’s magical.”

“Thought you deserved a bit of magic,” she said, her voice softer now, more intimate.

Your heart fluttered at the warmth in her gaze. It wasn’t often that she slowed down enough to let moments like this sink in. The Doctor was always moving, always a flurry of energy and ideas. But right now, she was still, focused entirely on you, as if this moment mattered as much to her as it did to you.

As the sun began to set, the lanterns’ glow intensified, casting the city in a soft, golden light. Music swelled in the streets, and before you knew it, people were dancing around you, couples spinning in graceful circles, hands held tightly as they moved to the beat.

The Doctor turned to you, offering her hand again, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Fancy a dance?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “You? Dance?”

“Oh, I’ve got moves!” she said, twirling around once, her coat flaring behind her. “Come on, it’s not every day we’re at an alien festival, is it?”

Laughing, you took her hand, letting her pull you into the flow of the crowd. At first, it was awkward, the two of you stumbling slightly as you tried to mimic the graceful movements of the others. But soon, the awkwardness faded, replaced by the sheer joy of being together in such a beautiful place.

The Doctor’s hand was warm in yours, her laughter infectious as she spun you around, pulling you close and then twirling you back out again. The lanterns above danced with you, their soft light casting a golden glow over her face.

For a moment, everything else fell away. There was no danger, no running, no saving the world. Just you and her, dancing beneath an alien sky, wrapped in the warmth of the festival.

As the music slowed, the Doctor pulled you close again, her arms wrapping around your waist. You rested your head against her chest, listening to the rhythm of her hearts as they beat in time with the music.

“I think I could stay here forever,” you murmured, your breath warm against her coat.

The Doctor smiled, her voice soft and full of affection as she whispered, “Maybe not forever. But for now… yeah. We can stay as long as you like.”

You tilted your head up to look at her, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. Her eyes were bright, reflecting the light of the lanterns, and there was something so tender, so real in the way she gazed at you.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, pressing your lips to hers in a gentle, sweet kiss. The Doctor hesitated for only a heartbeat before she melted into it, her hand gently cupping your face as she kissed you back.

The universe around you disappeared, leaving only the warmth of her lips on yours, the steady rhythm of her hearts, and the quiet hum of the lanterns above.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and smiling, she rested her forehead against yours, her voice barely above a whisper. “Told you it’d be fun.”

You laughed softly, your heart full to bursting. “Yeah, you did.”

And in that moment, under the glow of alien lights and the soft hum of distant music, you knew that this—her, the adventure, the wonder—was exactly where you belonged.

[prplepeony]

Hii, can you something for Carol Danvers where she and female reader are soulmates, and Carol had to rescue reader from being held hostage (maybe something like the first time they make eye contact or physical touch they know theyre soulmates)? And also maybe fluff, or angst then fluff? Thank yoouuu :)

Bound By Starlight

Carol Danvers x Reader

Summary: Carol rescues you, her soulmate, from being held hostage. The moment they make eye contact, they both feel an undeniable connection.

Words: 1117

The room was dim, shadows clinging to every corner, and the air felt suffocating. You had been held hostage for what felt like an eternity, your hands bound tightly behind your back, the ropes digging into your wrists. The air was thick with tension and fear, but despite the terror of the situation, your mind kept drifting to the one thing that had sustained you throughout the ordeal—hope. Hope that someone would come for you.

As you sat in the cold, damp room, waiting for whatever fate lay ahead, you clung to the belief that you weren’t truly alone. You had always known, deep down, that there was someone out there for you—your soulmate. You could feel it, that invisible thread that connected you to another person. It was a sensation you couldn’t explain, but it had always been there, like a quiet hum in the back of your mind.

Now, in your darkest moment, that hum was stronger than ever, thrumming in your veins, urging you to hold on just a little longer.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of an explosion in the distance. The walls shook, dust raining down from the ceiling. Your heart leapt in your chest—was this it? Was someone finally coming?

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, heavy and purposeful. You held your breath, straining to hear, hoping, praying that it wasn’t one of your captors.

Then, the door was thrown open with a bang, and a figure stepped into the room, framed by the flickering light from the corridor. At first, you couldn’t make out much—just the outline of a woman, strong and powerful, her presence commanding the space.

But as she stepped closer, her face illuminated by the light, your breath caught in your throat.

Carol Danvers.

You had seen her on the news, heard the stories about Captain Marvel, the intergalactic hero who fought to protect Earth and the galaxy beyond. But seeing her now, in person, was different. Her presence was magnetic, her strength palpable, but there was something else—something that made your heart skip a beat.

Your eyes met, and in that split second, everything changed.

The world seemed to stop, the air between you crackling with an energy you had never felt before. It was as if time itself slowed down, and in that moment, you knew. You knew.

Carol’s eyes widened, and you saw the exact moment she felt it too—that undeniable connection, that pull. Her lips parted slightly in surprise, her expression shifting from determination to something softer, something filled with wonder.

Neither of you moved for a heartbeat, both frozen in the intensity of the moment. Then, without a word, Carol crossed the room in a few swift strides, her hand reaching out to touch you.

The moment her fingers brushed against your skin, it was like lightning coursing through your body. A warmth spread through you, chasing away the fear, the pain, the cold. Her touch was grounding, electrifying, and you knew, without a doubt, that she was your soulmate.

Carol’s hand lingered on your arm for a moment before she pulled out a knife and quickly cut through the ropes binding your wrists. You winced as the circulation returned to your hands, but the pain was quickly forgotten when Carol gently took your hands in hers, inspecting the marks the ropes had left behind.

Her touch was tender, her thumb brushing softly over your skin, and when she looked up at you, her eyes were filled with something you had never expected to see—concern, care, and a fierce protectiveness.

“I’m getting you out of here,” she said softly, her voice steady but laced with emotion. “You’re safe now.”

You nodded, unable to find the words to respond. Your heart was still racing, not just from the danger, but from the overwhelming sensation of being near her, of knowing what she meant to you.

As Carol helped you to your feet, you felt the weight of the situation settle over you. You were still in danger, still in the middle of a rescue mission, but with Carol by your side, everything felt different. Safer. Like you were finally where you were meant to be.

She led you out of the room, her hand never leaving yours as the two of you navigated the dark, winding hallways. The sounds of battle echoed around you, but Carol kept you close, her body tense and ready for anything. You could feel the energy radiating off of her, the barely-contained power that she wielded with such control.

It wasn’t long before the two of you emerged into the open air, the cool breeze washing over your face. Carol quickly guided you toward a waiting Quinjet, where the rest of the Avengers stood, ready to help.

As you climbed aboard, your legs trembling from exhaustion and adrenaline, Carol turned to you, her eyes searching yours. There was a question there, unspoken but clear.

You nodded, giving her a small, shaky smile. “I’m okay,” you assured her, though your voice was still unsteady.

Carol hesitated for a moment, then cupped your face gently in her hands, her touch grounding you once again. “I’ll never let anything happen to you,” she promised, her voice low and filled with a quiet intensity. “Not ever.”

Your breath hitched at the weight of her words, at the sheer sincerity behind them. This woman—this incredible, powerful woman—was your soulmate. And she had just saved your life.

The flight back to the compound was quiet, but it wasn’t the uncomfortable silence of before. Instead, it was filled with a newfound understanding, a connection that neither of you needed to put into words. Carol sat beside you, her hand resting on your knee, a constant reminder that she was there, that she wasn’t going anywhere.

When the Quinjet landed, Carol escorted you inside, her hand never leaving yours. You felt the weight of her presence beside you, her strength, her calm assurance. It was like you were finally whole, the missing piece of your soul fitting perfectly into place now that you had found her.

Once inside, Carol led you to a quiet room, away from the chaos and noise of the compound. She sat beside you on the couch, her eyes never leaving yours.

“I didn’t expect this,” she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m glad it’s you.”

You smiled, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I’m glad it’s you too.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, just basking in the warmth of each other’s presence. Then, with a soft sigh, Carol wrapped her arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

You rested your head against her, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest, the quiet hum of her energy surrounding you. You were safe now, and you knew that no matter what happened next, you wouldn’t face it alone.

Because you had her. Your soulmate.

And she would always protect you.

[prplepeony]

Homecoming Heat

Carol Danvers x Reader

Summary: Carol gets home after a long mission and things get a little heated. Short smut fic

Words: 604

Warnings: Smut

The sound of the front door closing was soft, but it was enough to jolt you out of your thoughts. You turned, heart pounding, and there she was—Carol Danvers, back from her mission, looking every bit as powerful and beautiful as you remembered. Her eyes met yours, and in an instant, the distance of the past weeks melted away.

"Hey," she said, her voice rough with exhaustion but edged with warmth.

You crossed the room in a few quick strides, wrapping your arms around her in a fierce hug. "Hey yourself," you murmured into her shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of her.

She held you tightly, as if grounding herself after the long days and nights spent away. "I missed you," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear.

"I missed you too," you replied, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. The longing there mirrored your own, and you couldn't help but lean in, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Carol responded immediately, her hands sliding up your back, pulling you even closer. The kiss was intense, filled with the passion and need that had built up during her absence. When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together.

"Let's go to bed," you whispered, and Carol nodded, her eyes darkening with desire.

In the bedroom, clothes were shed with eager hands, falling to the floor in a careless heap. You pushed Carol onto the bed, climbing on top of her, reveling in the feel of her warm, bare skin against yours.

"God, I missed you," you said again, leaning down to kiss her neck, trailing your lips down to her collarbone. Her hands roamed over your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"I need you," Carol gasped, her hips arching up to meet yours. The desperation in her voice sent a thrill through you, and you moved lower, kissing your way down her chest, pausing to tease her nipples with your tongue.

Carol's fingers tangled in your hair, a moan escaping her lips as you continued your journey down her body. When you finally reached her core, you paused, looking up at her. "I've got you," you said softly, before dipping your head and tasting her.

The sound she made was primal, her back arching off the bed as you worked your tongue against her. You held her hips steady, your own need mounting as you brought her closer and closer to the edge.

"Please," she begged, her voice strained. You increased your pace, focusing on the spot that made her cry out, and within moments, she was coming undone beneath you, her body trembling with the force of her release.

You climbed back up, kissing her deeply, tasting herself on your lips. She pulled you close, rolling you over so that she was on top. "Your turn," she murmured, her eyes blazing with intent.

Her hands and mouth worked their magic, bringing you to the brink again and again until you were begging for release. When it finally came, it was like a wave crashing over you, leaving you breathless and sated.

You lay together in the aftermath, tangled in the sheets and each other. Carol's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, a contented smile on her lips.

"Welcome home," you whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"It's good to be home," she replied, pulling you close and holding you as if she would never let go.

And in that moment, you knew she wouldn't.

[prplepeony]

Steve: What do we think of Danvers?

Thor: Nice friend.

Tony: I think she’s gay.

[prplepeony]

REBLOG THIS IF YOU ARE LGBT+, SUPPORT LGBT+, OR WANT TO VIOLENTLY FLING YOURSELF INTO THE SUN

[prplepeony]

Paint Me In Trust

GIF by captspaceface

Carol Danvers x Reader

We’ve Loved A Thousand Lives

Same beginning, different story every time.

Part 4

Angst, Mentions of death.

Word count: 1.7k

Masterlist | This collection | AO3

Carol enters her ship after another successful mission wanting for nothing more than to relax and rest until she senses someone else’s presence in her space home.

She walks slowly, pointing one of her lit up fists in a general forward direction. When she reaches the living room, her glowing lights up your face.

She stops in her tracks a few feet away from you in shock, but quickly regains her composure, her mind still in mission mode. She stands tall like you're a threat, anger written all over her features.

This isn't the reaction you were expecting, quite the opposite, actually, the light smile that formed on your face at her sight is now replaced with a stoic expression.

"You think you’re funny?" Carol points her fist directly at your face as her jaw stiffens.

Her words take you by surprise making you go into a defensive state yourself, "Do I look amused?"

"You have five seconds to get out of my ship."

Your Carol would never dare hurt you, you think, so you take slow steps toward her with the confidence of an Avenger. She doesn’t move an inch watching you carefully as you get close enough to make her uncomfortable, her fist still pointing directly at you.

You lift your arm with two familiar fingers up and gently push hers out of the way, she doesn’t pose a lot of resistance. Your skin burns slightly, a feeling you’ve grown accustomed to, and her heart beat increases by a thousand percent.

"Or what?" you whisper. Her fist remains lit up, but much dimmer now as it rests on her side.

"Did the Kree put you up to this?" She squints her eyes.

It dawns upon you, she thinks you’re a Skrull in disguise, "Angel, it’s me," your voice is soft like satin.

"Don’t call me that," she quavers.

She really thinks you’re a Skrull in disguise.

You plead with your eyes, "Carol—"

She begins to breathe faster as she examines you closely, every little mark and scar is right where she remembers them, "Stop this!"

She attempts to lift her fist once again, but you stop her firmly by the wrist, the cool of your touch is like an oasis to her fiery skin. She seems to be at a crossroads with her own mind, she knows she's strong enough to fight you, to beat you yet she can't even bring herself to threaten you.

"Baby, you have to believe me, it's really me." You stare into her eyes like you're searching for her soul in them.

She tries to keep her tears at bay, to not show weakness, "Prove it."

How do you prove that you're you?

"You're Carol Danvers, born in 1965, in Boston, Massachusetts, you were in the air-force until an accident with the Light-Speed Engine gave you powers, and the Kree took you—"

"Anyone could know that information," she interrupts you.

You sigh and try a different approach, "You take your coffee black and only made by Goose." She remains silent, observing you, you crack your knuckles, a subtle sign of your nervousness, one that Carol knows very well.

"How did we meet?" she demands, still extremely skeptical of you.

"We were assigned a mission together, you were a real bitch about it," you tease.

"That was you." Your joke goes over her head and makes her tense up even more.

"Oh, right." You realize joking with Carol in this state wasn't your brightest idea.

"How did you die?" You are baffled by the question, it seems somewhere in her mind's timeline you died, but you have no recollection of that event. In fact, you have no recollection of a lot of the past few months.

You must respond to her question and she's not gonna like your answer, "I don't know, I’m not dead," you hesitate. Her hands finally stop glowing, and she extends one of them towards you making you look at her, puzzled, "What?"

"Give me your hand."

"No, why?" You are used to her powers burning you, but it's not exactly a pleasant sensation.

Carol rolls her eyes, "Come with me," she instructs as she grabs you by the arm, and pulls you into the spare room with a little more force than you would have liked, "You are to remain in here until I figure out what to do with you." Her tone is stern, but not as angry as it was before.

"You know I have keys, right?" you retort, she extends her hand again, "What!"

"If you really are who you say you are, you will give them to me." You look at her incredulously before handing the keys to her with a huff, Carol steps out of the room and locks the door behind her.

"Imprisoned in my own home," you grumble and slump on the bed.

A few hours go by and you begin to feel dizzy, "Carol!" you call out through the door.

It takes you a few tries, but eventually she yells back, "What is it?"

"I’m starving, is that your torture tactic?" She had forgotten that you're human, allegedly, and you need to eat a lot more often than she does. She isn't one to treat her guests poorly, even if they might be imposters, still, your question goes unanswered.

After about 20 minutes she knocks on the door, startling you, "Stand back."

"Are you serious?" you mumble as you comply. Carol comes into the room with a plate and a glass of water.

You grab the glass to take a sip, and before you know it, you're chugging the whole thing. You give her a shy look when you're done, "I'll get you some more," she says softly.

You eat your meal with satisfaction. Once you're finished, Carol takes the dishes and leaves. You hoped she might have eased a little bit until you hear the door lock again.

You have some trouble getting your body to rest, but you manage to get some sleep once you relax into the familiar atmosphere.

The next morning you pick the lock to the door, and just sit at the table waiting for Carol. She comes out of her room and stares at you briefly, "How did you get out?" she deadpans.

"I told you those locks are cheap," you remark, recalling a conversation you had when she was first installing them inside the ship years ago.

She seems to disregard your comment and turns to the coffee maker once Goose has done her job to pour two cups, she hands you one and then sits across from you with her own, "And I told you my ship isn't meant for prisoners."

You're confused until it clicks, "You did that on purpose." It's not a question.

She shrugs, "What took you so long?"

"I…wanted to be a good hostage."

"Why?" She maintains an uncomfortable amount of eye contact.

"So you'll believe I’m telling the truth." You take a sip of your coffee to help your dry throat and enjoy feeling it warm up your chest.

Carol's features turn to curiosity, "You're taking it black?"

"I'll take whatever you give me, after you tried to starve me yesterday," you snark.

"I’m sorry, I didn't realize—I forgot we have such different nutritional needs." She seems genuinely ashamed.

You scrunch up your nose at her choice of words, "It's okay."

"Cream then?" She quickly recovers her poise.

Your lips curl into a gentle smile, "Please." She gets up and grabs the cream from the fridge.

She sits back down beside you, and points at a small scar on your wrist, "How did you get that?"

"Training with Val," you reply with conviction.

She looks at you with teasing suspicion, "That's what you tell other people."

"Handcuff accident," you relent, avoiding eye contact, Carol seems pleased with your response. "Never again," you murmur under your breath.

Goose wonders into the room, and immediately goes to rub her body against your leg, purring contently, Carol loudly whispers to her, "She's not real." Goose only gives her an annoyed meow before walking away. You find the scene endearing even if Carol is talking ill about you to your face.

"If it turns out I am actually a Skrull, what are you planning on doing with me?" you decide to challenge her.

"I don't know yet."

"You know the Skrull are peaceful people, right?"

"It's not the Skrull that worry me, they are being governed by the Kree, who are not all that peaceful."

"If you know it wouldn't even be my fault, then why the hostility?"

She crosses her arms, "This is me being nice, if you were Kree I would have already dispatched you."

"Oh, you kill now? On purpose?"

"Only when necessary."

"Do it."

She gives you a perplexed look, "Do what?"

"Dispatch me," you dare confidently.

"No, that's not—" she fumbles, you hum in response, you knew she couldn't do it.

"Why won't you believe me?" she remains silent, "How did I die?" you hesitate after a moment.

"You were on a mission by yourself, I wanted to come with you, but Fury said it had to be done as quickly as possible, so you went. You borrowed a ship and it crashed somewhere in Hala. We never found the wreck, or your body." Her eyes fixate on her lap.

"That explains why I woke up in a dumpster surrounded by Kree soldiers."

"When?" Her gaze shoots up to meet you.

"About three months ago or so," you sigh.

She contemplates your words for a minute, "We had a funeral, Kamala thought it might help me process my grief. We had no body to bury, so I used one of your hoodies," she chokes.

"Not my favorite one!" you whine.

"Yes," she sniffles, a light smile forms on her lips.

You let out a groan, "God damn it, I swear that's the last time I die." Carol chuckles gently, "I suppose it would suck to have grieved and suffered for nothing, huh?" She nods, making you understand the reason for her distrust.

You grab her hand and kiss her knuckles, you love how her hands are always the perfect warm temperature, you place her palm on your chest, "I’m right here, angel."

Tears start flowing down her cheeks, and you can't help yourself from kissing them away. You lean in gently and leave a small peck on her lips, too quick for her to respond, but long enough for her to feel like home again.

After you pull away it's like a switch goes off in her head, her features change completely to become impossibly soft, "Baby?" she gasps.

Would love to hear all your thoughts!

@cordeliasdarling

[prplepeony]

Through the Fire

Carol Danvers x Reader

Summary: After a perilous mission, the reader tends to Carol Danvers' injury, revealing deep-seated fears and the strength of their bond amidst the chaos.

Words: 484

Warnings: lil angst, lil fluff

The quinjet’s engines hummed softly, a stark contrast to the cacophony of battle that had raged mere hours ago. You glanced over at Carol Danvers, her usually bright and confident eyes clouded with pain as she clutched her side. The mission had been rougher than either of you had anticipated, and the deep gash across her ribs was a testament to that.

“Carol, let me see,” you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. You reached out, gently prying her fingers away from the wound. The sight of blood seeping through her suit sent a pang of worry through you, but you forced yourself to remain calm.

Carol winced but didn’t protest as you began to carefully peel back the fabric to get a better look. “I’ve had worse,” she muttered, attempting a weak smile.

“Doesn’t mean you should brush it off,” you replied, your tone sharper than intended. The sight of her injured, of her in pain, ignited a mixture of anger and fear within you. Anger at the enemy who had done this, but also a deep-seated fear of losing her.

As you cleaned the wound, your hands worked with practiced precision, but your mind was elsewhere. You couldn’t shake the image of Carol falling, the moment of sheer panic that had gripped you. The mission had been successful, but at what cost?

“You’re really worked up about this, aren’t you?” Carol’s voice broke through your thoughts. Her eyes, though pained, held a hint of amusement.

“Of course I am,” you snapped, then immediately regretted it. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “I care about you, Carol. Seeing you hurt like this…it scares me.”

Her expression softened, and she reached up to gently cup your cheek. “I’m okay, really. Just a scratch.”

You closed your eyes, leaning into her touch. “It’s more than a scratch, and you know it. You’re always so reckless, always putting yourself in danger. I just…I don’t want to lose you.”

Carol’s thumb brushed against your skin, wiping away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

The words were meant to be comforting, but they only brought a fresh wave of anxiety. Promises were fragile things, easily broken in the line of duty. You finished bandaging her wound in silence, the weight of unspoken fears hanging heavily in the air.

As the quinjet descended towards the Avengers’ compound, you sat back, exhaustion finally catching up with you. Carol’s hand found yours, squeezing gently. “We’ll get through this,” she whispered, her voice filled with a determination that belied her injury.

You nodded, though uncertainty still gnawed at you. Being an Avenger meant living with constant danger, but it didn’t make the fear any easier to bear. Especially when it came to Carol.

For now, though, you had her beside you, alive and breathing. And that was enough.

[prplepeony]

Hellooo, I have a prompt for you, how about

“You never text me first, why?”

For Carol Danvers.

A little angsty and you can choose the ending.

It's totally okay if you're not feeling it.

Have a nice day! 💜💜

Found the request!!! First posted fic on here non proof read, written at 2am, and possible overuse of (Y/N), but still proud and I hope you like it!

Reader's gender isn't specified

Summary: Carol confronts (Y/N) for being distant over text/request

Words: 764

Carol Danvers x Reader

Unspoken Threads

Carol Danvers, better known to the world as Captain Marvel, stood on the balcony of her apartment, gazing out at the twinkling city lights below. The night was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos she often faced in her line of work. She relished these moments of peace, but tonight, her mind was troubled. Her partner, (Y/N), had been distant lately, and Carol couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

With a sigh, she pulled out her phone and scrolled through their text conversation. The last few messages were all from her, checking in, sharing little anecdotes about her day, asking how (Y/N) was doing. (Y/N)'s replies were always polite, but they lacked the warmth and spontaneity that Carol cherished.

"You never text me first, why?" The question echoed in Carol's mind, but she couldn't bring herself to type it out. It felt too confrontational, too needy. Instead, she put her phone away and resolved to talk to (Y/N) in person.

The next evening, (Y/N) arrived at Carol's apartment. She was greeted with a warm smile and a hug that seemed to last a little longer than usual.

"Hey, you," Carol said softly, pulling back to look into (Y/N)'s eyes. "I've missed you."

(Y/N) smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I've missed you too, Carol."

They settled on the couch, a comfortable silence enveloping them. Carol studied (Y/N)'s face, searching for any sign of what was troubling her.

"Is everything okay, (Y/N)?" Carol finally asked, her voice gentle but insistent.

(Y/N) hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "Yeah, everything's fine. Why do you ask?"

Carol took a deep breath, steeling herself. "You never text me first. I know it sounds silly, but... I can't help but wonder why."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened in surprise, and she looked away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I didn't realize it bothered you."

"It doesn't bother me," Carol clarified quickly. "I'm just worried. It feels like you're pulling away, and I don't know why."

(Y/N)'s shoulders slumped, and she let out a heavy sigh. "It's not that I'm pulling away, Carol. It's just... I guess I feel like I'm bothering you. You're always so busy saving the world, and I don't want to distract you."

Carol's heart ached at (Y/N)'s words. She reached out and took (Y/N)'s hand, squeezing it gently. "(Y/N), you're never a bother. You're the one person I look forward to hearing from, no matter what I'm doing. I need you in my life, more than you know."

(Y/N) looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I didn't know you felt that way. I guess I was just scared of being a burden."

Carol shook her head, her grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightening. "You're not a burden. You're my partner, my anchor. I want you to text me first, to share your thoughts and your day with me. I want to be there for you, just like you're there for me."

(Y/N)'s lips trembled into a smile, and she leaned in to rest her forehead against Carol's. "I'm sorry, Carol. I didn't mean to make you feel like I was pulling away. I just... I love you so much, and I didn't want to be a distraction."

Carol cupped (Y/N)'s face in her hands, her thumbs brushing away the tears that had started to fall. "You could never be a distraction, (Y/N). You're my priority. Always."

They stayed like that for a moment, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling. Then, with a soft sigh, (Y/N) pulled back and looked into Carol's eyes.

"I'll try to be better about texting you first," (Y/N) promised, a hint of playfulness returning to her voice.

Carol chuckled, the tension between them easing. "I'll hold you to that."

The rest of the evening was spent in comfortable companionship. They cooked dinner together, laughing and sharing stories about their week. As they settled down to watch a movie, Carol felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She wrapped her arm around (Y/N), pulling her close.

"You know, I might text you too much," Carol said with a smirk.

(Y/N) laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "I don't mind. I like hearing from you."

"Good," Carol replied, pressing a kiss to the top of (Y/N)'s head. "Because you're going to be hearing from me a lot."

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