#Ronan x Reader OC

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Guardians Of the Galaxy Imagines.

Imagine Ronan taking you from earth and planned on having you as his mate, which makes Nebula insanely jealous that she does the unthinkable. Unbeknownst to her, they’re would be consequences.

(Note: I will be putting one of my cat chimeras in here. So stay tuned.)

Isabella was taken from earth by a Kree leader known as Ronan the accuser. She didn’t know why she was there, but all she knew that it may not be good. Isabella heard and read about the Kree, but not once she ever thought she would be kidnapped by them.

As she sat in the cell on the Kree ship, many thoughts were going in her mind as to why she was there, and what she has done wrong. Luckily, she had her cat, Gremlin, to keep her company. “Don’t worry, Gremlin. I’ll find a way out of here, one way or the other.”She said as she began to scratch Gremlin on her sweet spot underneath her chin, causing her to purr away.

Then the cell door opened and the captain of the guard, Korath, entered. As he stepped inside with the other two guards behind him, he was shocked to see the cat on Isabella’s lap. They immediately stopped where they stood and just stared at Gremlin. “You didn’t mention that she had a Flerken.“ Korath whispered to one of the guards as he was uncomfortable. “Gremlin is not Flerken, but she is much worse than that.” Isabella said to the group the small hint of a warning in her voice.

Korath asked her, “Then what is she?“ Isabella replied, “She is what you call a Chimera. A creature that can shape shift into a bigger counterpart of her self. But don’t worry, she won’t hurt you, unless you do something stupid, of course.”

“Our leader, Ronan, requests your presence. We are to escort you to him.” Isabella raised her eyebrows in shock, and then again, she had that feeling in her gut. Something was going to go bad. The two Kree soldiers take her by her arms and escorted her out of the cell, with Gremlin following behind her. It wasn’t long until they get to the throne room, where Ronan was waiting, with his Warhammer in his hand.

She looked over to her right and saw a bald blue and purple woman, known as Nebula, looking over at her, with a look that made Isabella uncomfortable. She looked away instead at the floor, not saying anything.“Take off her restraints.”Ronan commanded, and they obeyed. He signaled his guards,including Nebula to leave, as he got up and approached Isabella. Ronan walked toward Isabella and began to circle around her, and she continued to stare at the floor, with Gremlin, watching from afar.

After 15 seconds of awkward silence, Ronan finally spoke, “Do you know why I brought you here?” Isabella was a little scared, but she replied, “No, I do not know why you brought me here.” He stood in front of her, raised her head up to look at him with his right hand. “I’ve been observing you from a far from your homeworld, and you seem to be an interesting specimen, not to mention very beautiful.” Isabella gently looked away from him, and she felt her cheeks beginning to get warm. “You don’t have to look away from me, for I will not hurt you. “Ronan said with assurance.

Isabella looked back at him and asked him, “Then why did you bring me here?” He replied, “I brought you here with the intention to make you my mate, to have someone rule by my side. Since my homeworld is lacking suitable partners, I was recommended I must find someone someplace else, and that someplace happens to be on your homeworld.” Isabella felt her heart dropped to what she was hearing. She didn’t know what to say or do. Her? To be the wife of the Kree leader?

Before she could say anything, at the corner of her eye, she saw Gremlin running through the hallway of the throne room toward her, with Nebula chasing after her with a sword. Gremlin leapt up into Isabella’s arms with a look of shock on her face. Almost immediately, Ronan stopped her from coming any closer toward Isabella and Gremlin. “Why are you trying to hurt my cat? Has she done something to you?” She asked as she did her best to calm Gremlin down. “Do not speak a word to me, Terran! I don’t answer to you.” Nebula said to her in an aggressive way. But Ronan, annoyed at how Nebula would act toward his supposedly future mate in front on him. “What gave you the audacity to disrespect my future mate and attempting to cause harm to her companion?”He asked, with a hint of anger in his throat.

Nebula asked him, “You’re actually going to defend this disgusting being, and that furball she’s holding?” Gremlin hissed at her. “How do you think Thanos is going to react when he hears that you chose a Terran as a mate?” She asked again. Ronan, really irritated, spoke to Nebula, “First off, Thanos already knows about her, because I told him.” Nebula was shocked to hear this when he told her that Thanos already knew about the situation. Then he warned her, “And second, any harm that comes to Isabella or her companion, I’ll see to it not only you’ll spend your time in my cell, but I will send back Thanos your head. Do I make myself clear?”

Nebula slowly backed away and bowed her head in shame, replied,“Yes, master.” “Good, now leave out of my sight.“ He commanded, and she walked away. Looking back a little bit over her shoulder. Isabella was second as to how Ronan stood up for her. She finally said, “Is it all right if I have some time to think about it?” Ronan nodded and said to her, “Take all the time you need, but I wish to have an answer when I come back having business I must attend to. I will return in two days time.”

With that said, Ronan had one of the servants to escort and attend to her new place of residence on the ship, and to have Korath assign a guard to look after her while he was gone. And, of course, to keep watch for Nebula just in case she try anything else.

Two days later…

As Isabella was going back to her room after doing some activities around the ship, out of nowhere, a blade sliced her arm, causing a large gash to form. She screamed as she fell to the ground, holding and keeping pressure on it. Isabella looked up and out of the shadows was no other than Nebula herself. “What’s wrong with you? What did I ever do to you?!?” She yelled out to her. As Nebula walked closer, she replied, “I will not have a filthy, dirty Terran like you taint our race, or even so much get to be with Ronan, whom I have served with my life. And if it means I have to terminate you out of existence, so be it.”

As she raised her sword to finish her off, a huge creature with fur, snatched the blade right out Nebula’s hand and landed in between her and Isabella. She was shocked to see how enormous was the animal right in front of her, still holding her sword in it’s mouth and snarling at her as it’s eyes glowed and they looked as if they belonged to a cat. With a closer inspection, she realized that the creature was Gremlin. “I did warn Korath that she is more dangerous than a Flerken.” Isabella said, with her voice still shakened.

Then, as of right on cue, Ronan and the rest of his guards, walked right in to see what was going on. He looked over and was horrified to see Gremlin ‘s true form, and also to see his future mate on the ground, holding her arm. Gremlin dropped the sword and swiped it toward the group. Ronan picked it up and inspected the blade and saw the blood on it. Not blue like the Kree, but red. Ronan, slowly looked at Nebula with rage in his eyes. “What did you do to her?” he asked with anger in his throat. “Nebula attacked me as I was heading back to my room, unprovoked. And Gremlin came to my aid.” Isabella managed to say before she passed out from blood loss and everything went dark.

When Isabella woke up, she found her self in a room, surrounded by a couple of female Kree servants attending to her injury. As she was just about to sit up, one of the servants, gently pushed her back down and said, “You must not move, you need to lie still.” Ronan walked in, and to her surprise, he had Gremlin in his arms. “How long was I unconscious?” Isabella asked as Ronan handed her cat to her. Ronan replied, “You were out half a day, you lost a lot of blood. I managed to give you some of my blood, in order to save your life.” Isabella light back down as tears began to roll down her eyes.

Ronan saw this and for the first time, actually found it hurt him to see Isabella cry. He placed his hand on her uninjured shoulder and asked her, “ Tell me why are you so sad?” She replied, “I was thinking about what you said earlier before you were to leave to attend to some business. I realized that I miss my family and everyone back on my home world.” Ronan was taken aback at this, but he continue to listen.

“I will marry you, on two conditions.” He asked “What are they?” She told him, “One: that my home world is to remain untouched. And two: that I will be allowed to see my family and friends.” Ronan was surprised to hear such conditions, so he said, “I will grant you these two conditions, only if you will agree to mine.” and she asked, “And what are yours?” He replied, “One: that you must promise to remain loyal and faithful to me, and you must promise to love me.” Isabella nodded in agreement. But then, she remembered: Nebula. Slowly, but steady, she sat up from her bed and asked Ronan, “What happened to Nebula?” Ronan replied, “You don’t have to worry about her for a while, for she will be spending time in the cell that you were in recently. And of course, I warned her the next time she caused any more harm to you, I found a better punishment, then sending back Thanos her head.” Isabellas eyes went wide when she heard this, but then, she calmed down.

After a few weeks of Ronan and Isabella getting to know each other, they decided it was time to tie the knot, in a private ceremony with Thanos officiating the union. He did, indeed kept his promise and let her see her family and friends on earth that remained untouched. Some time later, she gave birth to twins, a boy named Ronan, and a girl named Isabelliene.

I hope you guys enjoy the story. Sorry if it is taking me some time to fully do my drawing that I posted up here earlier. I know it’s taking me a little while. But don’t worry, I will get back to it. 

Thank you everyone and feel free to like, favor and comment.

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My fanfics

Here you can find all the fics I wrote so far! The fandoms are organized by alphabetical order, while the fics are listed from the oldest to the most recent one!

If you find anything that it's not linked here, send me a message and let me know!

Updated in: May 18th, 2024

ALIEN STAGE

Take 9, recording! - Ivan x Till

Blue Period

Artistic Struggles - Yotasuke x Yatora

Eighty Six - 86

Daily Report - Shin & Theo and Raiden (feat. Lena)

Fate Series

Smile, my king - Gilgamesh x Enkidu

Genshin Impact

Turning Tables - Chongyun x Xingqiu

To Aid Lupical - Bennett x Razor

Young master’s free time - Ayato x Thoma (w/ art)

Daily Chores - Ayato x Thoma

Good Morning, my lord - Ayato x Thoma

Important Meeting - Ayato x Thoma

Loyalty - Ayato x Thoma (N$FW)

Enough Bad Jokes - Cyno x Tighnari

Thesis - Alhaitham x Kaveh

Reddish - Cyno x Tighnari

Bubbles - Thoma x Ayato

Kaveh’s Key - Alhaitham x Kaveh (feat. Mehrak) (w/ art)

Don't make a noise - Alhaitham x Kaveh

No more secrets - Tighnari & Kaveh

Maid Day... at the Dawn Winery - Diluc x Tartaglia

Losing count - Alhaitham x Kaveh

Begging - Aether x Heizou

It's today - Cyno x Tighnari (non tickle fic)

A jealous hound - Cyno x Tighnari

Dangerous Collection - Diluc x Childe

Pocky Day - Lyney x Aether

That Time of The Year - Cyno x Tighnari (N$FW & non tickle fic)

Nature's embrace - Albedo

(Un)wanted company - Heizou x Kazuha x Scaramouche

Grand Chase

Unusual Interrogation - Rufus & Lass

Mornings - Ronan x Harpe

Honkai: Star Rail

The One That Got Away - Gepard x Sampo

Noises - Himeko (it's actually Caelus x Dan Heng but shhh)

It takes a raccoon to pester a dragon - Dan Heng x Caelus

The Dragon's Lesson - Dan Heng x Jing Yuan

Silly Little Brother - Gepard & Serval

Thrilling Bet - Aventurine x Dr. Ratio

Vidyadharas' Special Training - Yanqing & Dan Heng

Too popular - Dan Heng x Caelus

Play a player - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

Tiny Problems - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

Bad day - Aventurine x Dr. Ratio

Another round - Caelus x Luka

League of Legends

Move over - Kayn x Ezreal

Nu:Carnival

Old friends, old habits - Kuya x Quincy

How to tame a human - Eiden x Garu

Wishful Thinking - Eiden x Olivine

Obey me!

Purring Demon - Satan x MC

Dreamy Confession - Mammon x MC

OCs

Just Like a Human - Yomei x Kyo

Sk8 the Infinity

Hissing Cat - Reki & Miya

Hardest Boss Fight - Reki and Langa & Miya

The Love Hotel - Tadashi & Reki

Skate With You Forever - Reki x Langa

Slimes vs Hero - Reki and Langa & Miya

Sleepyhead - Reki x Langa

Pay Attention - Reki x Langa

Bratty Cat - Miya & Joe and Cherry

Stars Align

Something to laugh about - Maki & Yuu

Tower of God

Turtle’s Things - Khun x Bam feat. Rak

Vtubers

Celebration - Shxtou x Reader

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🎬🚦💎 mwah

THANK YOU BRO ILY

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

My beloved Abominationverse for a full series covering the entirety of the French Revolution, from Lazare and Ronan as children with the American Revolution hanging over their heads to their reunion as adults shortly before the fall of the Bastille. For actors...I've always thought that Louis Garrel had the right look for Lazare. Though, frankly, if I'm going to cast a 40 year old in the role, I'm just going to beg Matthieu Carnot on my hands and knees to come back. Camille Lou is still gorgeous so she can play Olympe again. Louis Delort...he's lost the scruffy little boy look, but he could still play Ronan. Nathalia as Solène again...

The problem is that I have a combination of three casts in my mind when I'm writing 1789, but I really do still primarily visualize the French cast, I think. The one thing I'd prioritize would be that Ronan and Solène should both be Breton, ideally both being fluent in Brezhoneg, because so much of how I write them is informed by that.

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

Ambiguous to bittersweet. I don't like writing bad endings, or at least not straightforward bad endings, but I don't believe that many of my fics end on a straightforwardly happy note, because, in real life, there aren't many truly happy endings. Instead, you grab moments of peace, you enjoy the calm before the next storm, you enjoy moments in bed with your partner, or celebrations with your friends, you hope the fog gets lifted for a little while, and you enjoy the peace while it lasts. "And for that moment, all was fine" is very much the vibe of most of my endings -- it doesn't make promises that I can't keep or they can't keep, but it says that, for a little while at least, they can be happy.

💎 Do you often write about a relationship or focus on an individual?

I feel like...it's a combination. Because the relationship is at the core of it, yeah, but something that I've found about me is that I ALSO need to focus on the individual. Something that's interesting, when you're dealing with pieces of media that strongly encourage the consumer to customize a character -- especially, say, video games -- is that it's very common to get 2nd person fics or Reader x Character fics, or else OC player characters who are meant to be self-inserts. And that's great, I'm not going to knock anyone for doing that, but it's not to my taste. I *need* to be able to get into my characters' minds and to be able to really personalize them, I need to figure out how they work and what is going on in their heads, beyond just "X Character is Attractive." The goal is that, when I'm doing my job right, the reader can see how the relationship is developing the character and how this character is developing the relationship.

With what I'm doing with BG3, for example...Kitrye's my girl, she's my main character, and her relationship with Raphael is, imo, the single most important one she has, even though her relationships with her companions are also important in various ways. But I can also tell you exactly how she works outside of him, some of the quirks she has, why her thought process is the way it is, etc. And if I ever actually WRITE the fic where she goes back to Menzoberranzan...her relationship with Raphael develops, but it's also very much about her and her relationship with Drow culture. He's her evil, hot arm candy.

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Permission

His exhaustion over took him as he realized, it was finally done. Collapsed post shower in the middle of the floor of his assigned room after the first mission the giant blue conqueror Ronan exhaled lowly almost in a growl at the pinch of his neck and shoulders from hours of helping the Avengers and their latest fumble of a mission requiring his help. It was all a blur how he got pulled into helping them and as it was going he wished more and more that he and Loki had been successful in their attempts to destroy the planet.

Across his bare chest his hands settled and at the body now straddling his waist his eyes snapped open to find his new assigned partner lifting his right hand. Lowly he growled out, “What are you doing?”

His eyes following the nail file you were scraping against the edge of his pinky nail. “You kept picking at your nails earlier.”

“And that grants you permission to force this ritual on me?”

“Not a ritual.” You said moving onto the next finger.

His eyes remained on you and he repeated, “What of permission?”

“You mean like you asked my permission before throwing me over that wall today?”

“That was different.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” With the last finger on his hand filed it was lowered into a bowl of liquid he eyed and you said while lifting his other hand, “If it was acid or something else you’d be screaming.”

“Is this ritual out of welcome or irritation? Because by your tone it most likely would be the latter.”

“Trust me, if I was irritated with you then you wouldn’t be able to find me until I was ready to give you a piece of my mind.”

“Your kind can distribute pieces of your brain?”

Catching his eye you replied, “Giving someone a piece of your mind means you tell someone what is bothering you, normally in a confrontational way.”

“You mean a verbal battle.”

“Which I would win, yes.”

“Doubtful, I am a skilled linguist in the tongues of sixty three races you haven’t even heard of.”

“Now you’re just trying to impress me. Show me there’s brains behind all that muscle.”

“How could there not be a brain controlling muscles?” To yourself you giggled shaking your head, “I take that as a sign that is another figure of speech?”

“Catching on, Big Ro.” You said lifting his hand from the bowl you moved to his other side to soak that hand while you pulled another file to finish off his nails and fix his cuticles before buffing and laying his hand on his chest to grab his second hand.

“Why the focus on my nails?”

“About two percent of you is visible under that armor of yours. How do you even fight without turning your head? Can’t imagine you can take a blow to the side of your head without your helmet flying around to block your face.”

“It is bonded to the frame to my back panels, and I can turn my head whenever I wish. Though I am rarely surrounded to require a need to.”

“Hmm.” You murmured and his brow arched up.

“My armor is impenetrable, unlike yours.”

“Mine just needs to be fire and water proof.”

“What of plasma rays?”

Leaning back you propped a leg on his chest drawing his eyes to your half metal limb, “The fall from your toss broke my leg in the landing when I hit that mine. I’ve been in isolation chambers with explosions from split atoms, plasma rays are cupcakes compared to that.” You said lowering your leg to his side.

“Still pitiful.” His Kree mindset whirling at the possibilities the few abilities from you he had seen that could benefit his people greatly. “Warrior of your class deserves proper armor.”

“Well I doubt any of your craftsmen could make any out of their usual jumbo sized models for you and all your Accuser buddies.”

“We were not, buddies, as you have named them.”

“Right, a much more masculine term then, comrades in arms perhaps?”

“Is the title important?”

“No, just trying to see if it’s all business with you Kree or not becase by you alone I am not catching a vibe that you have very many comedy clubs.”

“We have jokes. Merely you would not understand them out of context. Deeply rooted in our lore.”

“No doubt.” Your hand patted his chest and you said, “All free now.” Shifting to stand up you stole a peck on the end of his nose taking your file kit and the bowl with you. “Enjoy your relaxing Big Ro, team’s headed to Guam in the crack of dawn.”

Passing through the opening and closing automated door you were off to put the stuff up and join Loki for your weekly movie night. Tucking your legs up in plopping down beside the Prince he asked, “Comb get stuck in your hair again? Nearly thought you’d miss it.”

“Nope, helped Ronan with his nails.”

“Ooh, nice and cozy with your new partner.”

“He kept clicking them.”

“Been there, Strange kept popping gum.”

“How’d you fix it?”

“I bought some of that cayenne pepper gum I replaced his stash with.”

Taking a piece of popcorn from the bowl in his lap you both settled in to the film only to spot Ronan still shirtless strolling over to your side. Where like you weighed no more than a teddy bear he lifted you with one hand, turned around to plop down beside Loki with you on the other side of Ronan. Using himself as a barrier between the pair of you while he rumbled, “I accept your proposal to be your lover.” Instantly your eyes flinched wider a moment in his resting his free hand on your knee now propped against his thigh. At least until you wanted some popcorn and he brought the bowl from Loki’s lap to his own in your reach.

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Lightbringer Part 2

Pairing: Yon RoggXoc with some casual VersXoc

Rating: Teen+ (I am kind of a potty mouth)

Word Count: 3,984

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"Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy

Ah ya ya ya ya 

I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean"

1991,

Lazarus stretched her arms high above her head, yellow eyes moving from the wall across from her, down to her hands sitting in her lap. She was back on Hala, in the bed of the man who had wiped out an entire race of people because of what many would call a lover's spat. Looking down at his sleeping face, Lazarus sighed before swinging her legs over the side of the bed, and making her way across his bedroom. Slipping into the shower in the attached bathroom, Lazarus went to work shaving and washing her body, her thoughts wandering to the events that happened when she had returned and spoken to the Supreme One.

"You question his decision," Lazarus stood in an all white room, yellow eyes moving to meet the eyes of her mother. 'Or, at least, the face of my mother,' having become accustom to the supreme ones psychological games.

"I feel as though he killed them out of jealousy," she didnt even have to pull the memory forward, the supreme one having been able to easily pluck it from her mind. Her face shifted into one of displeasure, Lazarus finding herself rather thankful she wasnt on the receiving end of the supreme ones anger. "Even if the people themselves wouldn't have been great warriors, we could have used the planet as a staging ground and the Mavkas as our eyes and ears on the planet. But Ronan didnt think, he felt, and it cost us the loyalty of a people who-,"

"Who were desperate enough that we would never have to worry about them turning against us." The supreme one shook her head, her lips twisting into a scowl. "You're right, his actions were inexcusable and hurt us more than helped us. He will be punished accordingly," Lazarus watched as the supreme one tapped her chin with her pointer finger, her clear blue eyes moving from the ground between them to her. "But that is not something you need worry about. You have been given a new mission, a new objective. You are to join the Starforce task force and work alongside their commander, Yon-Rogg as his captain and manipulate both him and Vers. You must make sure that their loyalty is to me and me alone, and do whatever it takes to break them apart. I will not risk losing such a powerful weapon," bowing her head to the supreme one, she spoke the words that she'd been taught.

"Of course, Supreme one, you know I live to serve,"

Lazarus shook her head, yellow eyes narrowing at the sidewalk below her. She had slipped out of Ronans home without so much as a good bye to the slumbering man.

"Its not like I owe him an explanation," she spoke quietly to herself, having decided to jog to the gym instead of taking the public transport. 'He knows what he did and knows that I am not the kind of person to let that sort of thing go.' She had never been one to let the blue eyed man get away with being a piece of shit, Ronan having told her it had been something he had liked about her. Shaking her head, she decided that she needed to let it go and focus. She was set to meet her new team today and start her mission. 'I can't be distracted by any-,'

Lazarus stumbled, her right hand shooting out to steady the slightly larger body that had crashed into her. Looking up, Lazarus found a familiar face, the face of the girl the supreme one wanted her to monitor. 'How convenient,' she mused, Vers having caught the hand that had grabbed her arm to steady herself.

"I'm so sorry," they spoke at the same time, Lazarus flashing Vers a charming smile, the dark eyed girl smiling shyly in response.

"No no, it was my fault, I should have been watching where I was going. I've just got a lot on my mind and I," she paused, shaking her head as if to clear it of some thoughts that had threaten to slip out. Lazarus only arched a brow at the babbling girl, Vers looking up to meet her gaze, something she hadn't held in their brief conversation. "I'm Vers," Lazarus took the hand that was extended to her in greeting, bypassing the hand and firm grasping the blonde womans forearm.

"Lazarus," she countered, smirking lightly when Vers squeezed her forearm in return. "And it's understandable, I too, am feeling rather distracted this morning. I'm on my way to the main training facility to clear my head," Vers released her arm, her light brows cinching in confusion.

"Then why are you going this way? The training facility is-," Vers eyes narrowed at their surroundings, seemingly realizing that she had somehow managed to jog past both Yon-Rogg's home and the training facility the majority of the higher level militia used. "I ran right past it," Lazarus allowed herself to giggle, something she knew to not be very Kree like.

"It seems whatever is on your mind is rather distracting," Vers eyes were wide as she looked upon the grinning woman. "It happens to the best of us," she continued lightly, stepping forward so she stood shoulder to shoulder with the slightly taller girl. "Wanna talk about it?" Lazarus continued, Vers moving to fall into step with the fair haired girl. Picking up her pace, Vers mirrored the action, the pair falling into a casual jog, the supreme one letting her know several small but useful things about Vers. Several silent moments past, Vers seeming to be arguing with herself before she sighed. "Its alright, you dont have to tell me if you dont want to," shaking her head, Vers offered her an unsure smile.

"No, that's not it, I'm just not use to people seeming to care about the things on my mind. Well, except Yon-Rogg, but...," Lazarus squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, yellow eyes only needing to graze over her face to know that her relationship with Yon-Rogg was very... close. "A couple of years ago I lost my memory and... I've had nightmares ever since. They're intense but I dont ever remember anything. They're there and then they're gone... Yon-Rogg suggests that I don't linger on them, that they won't help me but-,"

"Everyone wants to know who they are." Vers gave a nod, her expression distant and full of a longing Lazarus was far too familiar with.

"I wish I could just remember something, anything about who I use to be but i can't and no matter how much Yon-Rogg tells me to forget something tells me not to." Lazarus squeezed her shoulder once more, the pair stepping into an elevator that would take them to the training facilities on the upper levels.

"Well, not to toot my own horn, but I am a very good listener and i am more than happy to listen to any of your problems if you need someone." Vers smiled, her cheeks flushing lightly at the grinning white haired womans offer.

"I would love to take you up on your offer but I'm not planetside very much and when I am, I feel like all I'm doing is training." Lazarus arched a brow, a playful smile on her lips.

"Let me guess, you're part of some important task force?" Vers unzipped the zip up she had been wearing, flashing Lazarus the logo on her shirt that read 'StarForce'. "You're StarForce? That's crazy, I was just reassigned to your team," recognition flashed across her face.

"You're the Executioner, Ronans second in command." Lazarus did her best not to grin at the womans surprise, offering her a rather shy nod of confirmation. "I'm guessing you're here to meet the team then...," looking down at the device on her wrist, Vers did her best not to laugh out loud. "3 hours early," Lazarus shrugged noncommittally, looking into the girls brown eyes.

"I guess that's something we have in common," Vers smiled, a small smile on her lips.

"I guess so,"

Lazarus bent at the waist, stretching down to her toes, yellow eyes moving from her toes to the young woman before her. Vers matched her stretching form, their eyes meeting briefly before they switched positions. Vers had suggested they sparred together since neither had the original partner they had planned on. Standing up straight, Lazarus stretched her arms high above her head, her fingers laced together.

"Ready?" Vers gave a nod, the pair moving to the mats that were laid out, several other pairs of bodies dancing around their respective partners around them. Taking her preferred fighting stance, she turned, ready to take Vers on. After Lazarus made no move against the blonde, Vers took the initiative, moving to quickly close the distance between them. Lazarus made no move to counter her attacks, instead opting to watch how the blonde preferred to fight. 'Shes reckless, opting to nose dive right in, and-,

"Are you going to fight?" 'Easily angered,' Lazarus caught Vers right wrist as she tried to deck the shorter girl. Using Vers momentum against her, Lazarus threw the girl over her shoulder. Vers landed on her stomach with a groan, Lazarus moving to immediately sit on Vers back, pinning both of her arms to her back. Growling, Vers arms began to glow, Lazarus arching a brow in surprise. 'This must be what the supreme one was talking about-,'

"I suggest you keep that under control, Vers. I, too, have a special power and would love to show you it but... I can tell from that nice circle on your neck that you cant control your powers where as I can mine. I would find it... unfair to use them against you."

"Powers like mine," Lazarus released the girls arms, and with a simple snap, a black fire grew in the palm of her right hand. "Holy shit," offering Vers her left hand, she pulled the young woman to her feet, her brown eyes never leaving the fire in her right hand. "Did the Supreme one give you those powers?" Lazarus' brows cinched in confusion, her mouth opening to ask if that's how she was being led to believe she had obtained her powers when the door behind Vers swished open, Lazarus finding a trio of her men strolling into the room.

"Commander," Vas-Il greeted, taking point ahead of Chek-Og and Ag-Las. "I see you've found a new training partner," grinning lightly at her captains casual prodding, she pulled Vers to her feet.

"This is Vers, shes a member of the team I will be joining. Vers, this is my captain and hand to hand expert, Vas-Il, our sharp shooter, Ag-Las, and the newest recruit to our team, Chek-Og." She pointed to each man as she spoke, Vers looking to each member as she pointed at them. "And actually, she found me, so theres no need to get jealous, Vas," Vers was surprised to find the group playfully teasing one another. 'No one on my team is like this, not even Yon-Rogg.' Vers found herself briefly wishing she would have been placed with the white haired young woman. "Its important to know how your team members fight, right Vers?"

"Uh, right?" Lazarus felt her lips twist into a playful smile, her teammates chuckling softly at the young womans confusion.

"And she knows how to just smile and agree with her superiors, which is very important to a girl in my position." She playfully elbowed Vas-Il, the taller man groaning in exasperation.

"You are such a pain," turning to offer Vers a friendly smile, Lazarus found the young woman frowning.

"You doing okay, Vers?" The blonde shook her head before offering her a small smile,

"Yes, of course. Sorry, I spaced out for a moment," Lazarus gave a nod, yellow eyes moving to her captain. Vas-Il was the only person who had been privy to the general idea of what her mission was. 'Plant seeds of doubt, reaffirm loyalty to the supreme one, kill the spare if necessary.'

"Dont worry about it, V," Lazarus reassured, turning to her counterparts. "Do you want to keep sparing? Vas-Il is top notch and I'm sure he'd be able to help you perfect your form." Looking between the pair, Vers remembered what Yon-Rogg had said to her.

"Yon-Rogg suggested said that I shouldn't fight others. He doesnt think I can control my powers well enough," Vas-Il, without missing a beat flashed Vers a smile.

"Trust me, there's nothing that you can throw at me that my commander hasnt already done." Rolling her yellow eyes, Lazarus shoved her captain lightly, childishly sticking her tongue out at him. Vers looked uncomfortable, looking to Lazarus for direction.

"I trust you, Vers. I know you won't hurt Vas-Il," 'she trusts me.' Vers felt the smallest of smiles crawl across her lips. "And I'm sure Vas trusts you too, right?" Vas-Il gave a firm nod of his head, flashing the young woman an award winning smile. "Alright then, I'll sit this round out. Chek-Og, Ag-Las, why dont you two spar?" Chek-Og looked unsure, dark eyes moving from Lazarus to the unfazed Ag-Las.

"Of course, commander," Lazarus moved to the side, watching on silently, already making mental notes of what she would say to the Supreme one once she reported in. 'It seems her team doesn't treat her well,' Vers being surprised by the way her team members treated one another. 'And, it would seem at least one of them has made their lack of faith in her well known.' Vers grunted as her back slammed against the mat, Vas-Il successfully pinning the younger woman to the ground.

"You leave yourself open too much. You need to stand with your elbows closer in, and your feet further apart. You arent grounding yourself well enough," Vers teeth were bared in anger when he began but now her face was laxed, thankful that the blue skinned man hadn't mentioned her losing her temper. Vas-Il released her, offering the blonde a hand, and pulling her to her feet. Looking past Vers, the pair shared a small smile, Vers immediately making changes to her stance.

"Again," Chek-Og caught the fist that Ag-Las threw at him, Chek-Og attempting to throw the larger man over him. Ag-Las, instead of losing his footing, allowed the younger man to pull him closer, before smashing his opposing hand into the boys face. Chek-Og groaned, stumbling back slightly, Ag-Las moving in to punch his stomach, Chek-Og landing flat on his back. Ag-Las made no move to help the younger man up, Chek-Og groaning on the floor.

"Is that the best you can do?" Ag-Las' question was rather direct, the younger man on the ground pushing himself up to his feet and glaring.

"No, I just dont specialize in this sort of thing," Chek-Og having been added to their team as a combat medic and pilot.

"Really? And do you think I'm some sort of hand to hand expert?" Stepping in between the bickering pair, Lazarus sent Ag-Las a sharp look, his lips twisting into a scowl.

"Theres no need to argue, Chek-Og is fresh out of the academy. We all had much to learn at that point, and it was thanks to our superiors who took the time to train us that we ended up turning out the way we have. Superiors like you, Ag-Las, who can help guide and mold Chek-Og into a great warrior." Ag-Las' shoulders slumped, his violet eyes pinching shut.

"You're right," turning his attention to Chek-Og, Ag-Las sighed. "I apologize for losing my temper, Chek. Why dont we go practice shooting? That's what I'm best at, afterall," Chek-Og looked to their commander before turning to Ag-Las.

"That sounds acceptable," with that, the pair slipped out of the training room, Lazarus moving back to the pair who were still sparring on the other side of the room. Vas-Il was grinning, dancing around Vers in a very similar fashion to what she had been. 'Shes following his advice to the T,' she smiled, a small snort leaving her as Vas-Il smoothly knocked the blonde onto her back.

"You're killing me," Vers groaned from her place on the floor. Bouncing in place, Vas-Il offered Lazarus a cat like grin.

"Wanna go again, Laz?" The white haired young woman nodded, moving to take her captains place. Vers pushed herself to her feet, rolling her shoulders, and taking the stance Vas-Il had told her to. Taking her original fighting stance, Lazarus allowed her yellow eyes to run over Vers. She was grinning despite having been knocked on her ass repeatedly by her captain, Lazarus finding the smile rather charming.

"Ready to go?" Vers nodded and moved first, Lazarus grinning at her confidence. Vers swung, Lazarus ducking to avoid her swing before Vers moved, immediately kicking with her right leg directed at her legs. Lazarus blocked the first and then second kick she attempted with her left leg to Lazarus head with her forearm. Stepping back, Vers followed, throwing her left fist at Lazarus' face. Leaning back, Lazarus avoided the swing before leaning forward. Deflecting the second, Lazarus allowing the swing to graze her right arm. Reaching out, Lazarus grabbed Vers upper arm with left hand and her elbow right her right. Twisting her body, Lazarus body slammed the blonde to the ground, a cat like grin spreading across her lips. Vers attempted to get up but Lazarus wouldn't allow that, planting her foot on Vers side and twisting her arm slightly. "Do you concede?" Vers flipped Lazarus off, the white haired woman laughing at her childishness. "Awh, come on V, don't be such a sore loser." Vers 'hmphed' in response, her mouth opening, likely admiting defeat when the training doors opened to reveal her commander and several members of her team.

"Yon-Rogg," Vers spoke up, his yellow eyes moving from her face to the white haired woman restraining her. Lazarus looked up to find said man staring at her, her yellow eyes slightly narrowing. 'Ah, so this is the commander I am to woe,' a soft squeak left her lips, Vers kicking her legs out from under her. Immediately releasing her grip on Vers, Lazarus tumbled forward, right over into the grinning woman. Lazarus, nose smacked squarely into Vers forehead, a pained groan leaving the young womans lips as she pushed herself up so she hovered over the blonde. "I'm so sorry! Your nose is bleeding," pinching her nose to stem the blood from dripping onto the panicked blonde, Lazarus pushed herself off the young woman. "Are you okay? I didnt mean to-," Lazarus' shoulders shook as she began to laugh, turning her yellow eyes on the now confused young woman.

"You are, so recklessly, Vers," her dark brows shot into her hair in surprise. She had expected anger from the young woman, not laughter, Vas-Il moving across the room and offering his commander a hand.

"Yeah, reckless like someone else we both know," Lazarus reached out with her left hand, lightly shoving her captain.

"Please, that was ages ago, when I was still new to being in charge." Vers was at her side immediately, having grabbed a towel, and replacing Lazarus hand with the towel. "Thank you," she added, turning to offer the blonde a kind smile.

"I'm sorry, again," Lazarus opened her mouth to repeat that it was fine, that it wasnt a big deal, only for Yon-Rogg to clear his throat. "Oh, right, Lazarus this is-,"

"Yon-Rogg, commander of starforce, and you are?" Lazarus pulled the towel from her face, casually hiding the color of her blood from those gathered.

"Lazarus, commander and executioner for the Accusers." Yon-Rogg's eyes widened a fraction, not expecting the newest member of his team to be such an attractive young woman. 'Given her position I was expecting someone much... older.' "And I'm assuming the rest of you make up Vers squadron?" Lazarus' yellow eyes moved past Yon-Rogg to the four man group that lingered behind him. 'Korath,' was the only one that she recognized, having seen him consult with Ronan on more than one occasion. 'I'll have to be careful of him, can't have Ronan knowing what I've been sent here to do.'

"It would be important to introduce her to the team," Vers joked lightly, Lazarus winking subtly at the grinning blonde. Yon-Rogg looked less impressed, looking between the grinning pair.

"I was getting to that, Vers. Lazarus, this is Minn-Erva," he gestured to a blue skinned woman with black hair and cold dark eyes. "Att-Lass," another pure Kree, Lazarus noted, though his eyes held more curiosity than distrust. "Bron-Char," 'he looks like a blue skinned Volstagg,' Lazarus forced herself not to grin at the thought of the kindhearted Asgardian. "And, my second in command,-"

"Korath," Lazarus spoke for him, the pair gripping each others forearms in greeting.

"Comander Lazarus, I look forward to fighting beside you once more." The friendliness that the young woman had been exuding when he and his team had entered had all but vanished, Lazarus taking on a much more serious approach.

"As do I, with you, Korath. Though, I'm not sure how long that will be for. I was under the impression that you may yet end up taking my previous position with the Accusers. Ronan has spoken quite highly of you." She could almost see his whole head expand at the praise, Vers grinning lightly when she caught her eye.

"Really? I was not made aware of that possibility, " Yon-Rogg interrupted, gold eyes hardening. Lazarus looked unfazed,

"It is something that has been discussed between myself, Ronan, and the Supreme One," despite wanting to argue, Yon-Rogg gave a nod. 'He acts obedient but I can see it in his eyes. He'll lie to stay in control and in this instance, his lie is cover his own hurt ego. How cute,' opening her mouth to introduce her own second in command, she found her jaw clenching as a familiar Kree entered the room. "Ronan," she greeted flatly, yellow eyes slightly narrowed.

"Lazarus, Yon-Rogg," he greeted the pair in charge of the remaining members, his blue eyes briefly moving over Korath and Vers, who had moved to stand closer to the white haired young woman. "I am here to bring the two of you before the Supreme One." Lazarus looked to Vas-Il, his violet eyes moving briefly to lock with his commander.

"Of course, Ronan, if you'd lead the way." Lazarus didnt say anything as she followed Ronan out, Vas-Il lingering briefly. Korath shared a look with the black haired man, a small nod passing between them before he followed his commander silently out of the room. Yon-Rogg looked displeased, gold eyes settling on the dark skinned man beside him.

"Is there something going on that I should be made aware of, Korath?" Korath turned to his leader, ready to bold face lie to the man when the door hissed open once more.

"Korath, with me," Ronan ordered, Korath not even looking to his commander for direction. Ronan caught Yon-Roggs eye as the door closed, his lips pressed in a tight line. Doing his best to keep himself level headed, Yon-Rogg turned to his team, gold eyes burning with something akin to anger.

"Since we're all here, mind as well train while we wait for further direction. Vers, with me, Minn-Erva-," the blue skinned woman slipped out the door silently, already knowing that Yon would pair himself up with Vers. 'No need to stay around and watch that mess,' she grimaced, though she couldn't help the smallest smirks from flickering across her lips. 'Though I'm not sure how much longer Vers will hold his favor,' she thought of the way Vers smiled at the new girl. The way they seemed to gravitate towards one another. 'Or how much longer he'll remain hers.'

[neo-shitty]

All Too Well (23 Minute Version) — Collab Call

An album, 23 boys, and 23 stories to tell. 

Introducing the All Too Well (23 Minute Version), a collab call hosted by @/neo-shitty (Me) and co-hosted by @lebrookestore​ (Brooke). 

ABOUT. 

The theme, simply put, is Taylor’s album, Red (Taylor’s Version). The songs in the album were written at a very pivotal point in Taylor’s life. It’s a bittersweet mix of tracks that sum up the young adult experience; falling in love in a cafe, feeling paralyzed by time as you struggle to pick up the broken pieces of your heart, and ditching responsibilities to make the most out of being 22.

In this collab, you’re required to pick a song from the tracklist we listed below, pair it with a NCT member of your choice and write a fic inspired by the song!

Sounds interesting? Click below for further details.

RULES AND GUIDELINES.

: ̗̀➛ Please reblog the post if you want to join so we can reach a wider audience and hopefully fill in all the available spots.

: ̗̀➛ First come, first serve. Only one spot is available per member and per song. If both are still available, please send me an ask then wait for my confirmation. Before you send your message, please make sure that you’re committed to delivering the fic. While we can’t do anything if you choose to withdraw, we would highly appreciate it if you inform us beforehand. 

In your ask, please include the following: your chosen member, your chosen track, and whether you’d like to be added to the Discord server for faster communication. 

: ̗̀➛ All fics must include the following information: pairing, genre, and content warnings if needed. Word count is optional.

: ̗̀➛ In-fic pairings should only be MEMBER X OC or MEMBER X READER ONLY. No member x member. However, you are welcome to feature other members to make up the cast of the story, but the chosen member should remain as the main focus.

: ̗̀➛ We are lenient with the incorporation of the songs in the stories. You are not required to write a scene for each line or verse. You can draw inspiration from a single line, or a particular verse, or just write a story based on your interpretation of the song. Either is fine. And don’t forget to credit Taylor where it’s due.

: ̗̀➛ The story’s genre can vary. While it’s expected that most of the fics will be set in domestic settings and would either be fluff or angst, sub-genres such as horror, action, mystery, etc., are welcome so long as you’re able to correlate it to the song you picked. 

: ̗̀➛ Smut fics are allowed for all members except Sungchan, Chenle, and Jisung. For the remaining three, the closest we can allow is suggestive ONLY. Likewise, writers under 18 are not allowed to write smut and overly suggestive scenes in their fics. Tag your fics accordingly.

: ̗̀➛ No timestamps, reactions, headcannons. Entries must be full-length fics. The minimum word count for an entry is at 500 words. There will be no maximum word limit and you’re free to write as much as you want.

: ̗̀➛ Hate speech or any form of bullying directed towards any of the other writers is prohibited. If caught doing such an act, your participation in the collab will immediately be terminated. Plagiarism will not be tolerated. If proven, your participation will be terminated as well. 

: ̗̀➛ The deadline of entries will be on December 13, 2022. Both teasers and fics must be dropped on or before the date indicated. A masterlist/compilation of fics will be posted following the first teaser drop.

TRACKLIST.

Disclaimer: We are aware that the original tracklist included 30 songs however we have omitted tracks to keep it at 23 and to avoid repetition of members. Trust us when we tell you that removing each track, aside from the duplicates and Ronan — that we felt was too personal to Taylor, required serious deliberation. 

State of Grace — @kdyism | Doyoung

Red — @haikuun​ | Hendery

Treacherous — @aquamoonchaii | Xiaojun

I Knew You Were Trouble — @yutasthetic​ | Jaemin

22 — @blossom-rea​ | Yangyang

I Almost Do —  @kkaebsongtypo​ | Haechan

Stay Stay Stay 

The Last Time — @haechphoria​ | Jeno

Holy Ground — @njmverse​ | Renjun

Sad Beautiful Tragic — 

Everything Has Changed — @gongiz​ | Winwin

Starlight — @fae-renjun​ | Mark 

Begin Again — @xiaojunsmintchoco​ | Jungwoo

The Moment I Knew

Come Back Be Here — @/lebrookestore | Taeyong

Girl At Home — 

Better Man —

Nothing New

Babe

Message In A Bottle — @neocity-dream​ | Jisung

Run — @basicallywhiterice​ | Chenle

The Very First Night — @hachanbaecon​ | Johnny

All Too Well (10 Min Version) — @latetaektalk | Jaehyun

For further inquiries regarding the collab, feel free to send me an ask.

[itsagrimm]

a grimm masterlist

* - includes violence

" - includes smut

X

CALL OF DUTY:

Medieval Price X she/her Princess - To steal a Princess

Philip GravesX Rusalka Reader - You promised me better kill *

Ded Moroz!Price X OC - Master of Winter "

monster!König X Reader - He Who Comes from under the Water * "

König x She/her OC Hinterland*

König x She/her OC Adventssonntag

König x She/her OC Von Vätern und Söhnen

König x genderneutral reader Wegbier

STAR WARS:

Series:

Imperial!Tech "Sensuality of Violence"

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 * Part 6 * " Part 7 * " Part 8 on hiatus

Commander Fox "Coruscant Lost"

Day 1 Day 2* Day 3 in progress

Cad Bane "the Hat Collection" Masterlist

Raising Sith Masterlist

X

One shots

Thrawn X Ar'alani secretly looking at the Irizi art

Thrawn X Che'ri "The Tale of the Girl and the Night Dragon"

Karyn Faro X Brierly Ronan "The Hate"

Walon Vau "Changing Tides" *

Darth Maul x gn Reader

Wolffe x Reader >Good Nights Sleep<

TBB Halloween with Crosshair & Hunter >Keldabe Kiss<

The Mandalorian winter celebration >Why we do this<

Walon Vau X Ordo Skirata Mird the blanket thief

X

feedback and criticism is welcome

you can find me on AO3 under grummeli

[love-of-fandoms]

Master List of Posted Works

All My Works Be Right Here, Broskis

(If you don’t see a fandom, reach out to me, I may not have written anything for it yet)

If there is an x reader story, reader is AFAB unless otherwise specified. Most stories tagged Fem!Reader are marked as such only because of descriptions of clothing such as bras n stuff except for the smut, which in addition to an AFAB body the reader usually has she/her pronouns. 

*Smut

Original Writing (No Fandom)

Mortavie May 25, 2021

The Fire February 16, 2022

Unnamed Season Blurb November 4, 2020

Arcane

The Florist of Zaun (Marcus + GN!Reader) [Multichapter]

Blood of Zeus

I am no longer writing for Blood of Zeus unfortunately :( Thank you for all the support on my writing!!

One Shots

Beat His Ass! (Hermes + GN!Reader) [request] February 17, 2021

Don’t Worry (Hera + Fem!Reader) [request] January 19, 2021

*The Dream (Seraphim + Fem!Reader) [request] November 5, 2021

Moonflowers (Apollo + Fem!OC) December 10, 2020

Soft Things (Ares + Fem!OC) July 25, 2021

Poly! Hera + GN! Reader + Zeus

The Game Poly!(Hera + GN!Reader + Zeus) [request] December 4, 2021

*The Referee Poly!(Hera + GN!Reader + Zeus) [request] January 2, 2022 

The Awkward Boner Situation Poly!(Hera + GN!Reader + Zeus) [request] May 21, 2022 

Poseidon Saves Nymphie Poly!(Hera + GN!Reader + Zeus) (Poseidon + GN!Reader) [request] July 13, 2022

Headcannons

Gods with a child!GN!reader who is their opposite Pt 1 (Ares, Hermes, Athena) November 18, 2021 [request] Pt 2 (Hades, Poseidon, Zeus, Apollo) November 19, 2021 [request] Pt 3 (Demeter, Aphrodite) December 10, 2021 [request]

Bright

Loving You (Kandomere + Fem!OC) [MultiChapter] COMPLETE February 4, 2020

Doctor Who

The Non-Companion (The Master + Fem!OC) [MultiChapter]

Genshin Impact

Kaeya and Diluc Bonding (Diluc + Fem!OC) [request] February 23, 2021

Never Babysitting Again. Ever. (No Pairing, just cuteness with Diluc, Qiqi, and Klee) December 25, 2020

Harry Potter

I Will Follow You Into the Dark (Sirius Black + Fem!OC + Remus Lupin) [MultiChapter]

King Arthur (2004)

The Sword and The Stone (Galahad + OC + Tristan) [MultiChapter]

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Don’t Tell Ryder (Evfra + Fem!OC) [MultiChapter]

Marvel

A Bag of Blood, Please (Loki + Fem!OC + Bucky Barnes) [MultiChapter]

Are Snuggles Okay? (Ronan + Fem!OC) March 28, 2020

Dig Dug & Galaga (Tony Stark + Fem!OC) July 5, 2020

Don’t Bother With Casual (Tony Stark + Fem!OC) March 9, 2020

Keeping Up (Bucky Barnes + Fem!OC) July 29, 2020

Pokémon (Bucky Barnes + Fem!Reader) [request] November 20, 2020

Proposed (Dr. Strange + Fem!Reader OC + Loki) [request] May 31, 2019

Sweater Weather (Steve Rogers + Fem!pOC) May 25, 2020

Overwatch

Cherry Blossoms (Alpha!Hanzo + Fem!Omega!OC) (ABO verse) [MultiChapter]

Prospect

Full System Maintenance (Ezra + Fem!Reader) April 22, 2020

Sherlock

Billie (Jim Moriarty + Fem!OC) December 29, 2019

Roses of Neglect (Sherlock + Fem!OC) [request] July 20 2019

Star Trek

A Menace (Leonard “Bones” McCoy + Fem!OC) [request] April 16, 2020

Happy Anniversary Spock (Spock + Fem!OC) [request] April 18, 2020

Happy 4th Anniversary (Spock + Fem!Reader) [request] July 27, 2020

Star Wars

Pet Names (Din Djarin + Fem!OC) [MultiChapter]

[cummingforkylo]

Hey! hope you’re well :)

can I ask 7, 15 and 44 from the ask list?

Thanks!

7. What is your zodiac sign?

I’m a leo!

15. What candle are you burning rn?

Oooh!!! This is so good. I dont have it burning rn but its a literary candle based off of the character Ronan from The Raven Cycle.

44. y/n or OC?

Hm. I guess technically y/n but i dont use that. Its kylo x reader but i never use y/n or anything like that

Send me asks from the ADCU question list!

[ysalamiri-queen]

2019 Fic in Review

Inspired by @myevilmouse I’m going to sum up all the writing I’ve been up to the past year. I’m really proud of what I’ve accomplished, and thanks to you all for the encouragement to put my ideas out into the world! This has been a year of trying new things, and really growing as an author I feel… And wow according to AO3 I’ve written about 400k words in the past 12 months, damn. So let’s get to the list, going from the beginning of the year to the end, and as always please heed the tags on these before reading.

Note: As I go back, I’m realizing a lot of the links were messed up or are just straight missing. I am on the Mobile App so things can get messy. Please visit my works page on AO3 HERE to see all of these on my page under JessKo and my other pseuds.

1 Late Night at the Slab

Idea: Filling a prompt for the Thryce server in which some, uh, unique Chiss anatomy was assigned.

Result: A 3-way with Thrawn, Arihnda, and Eli and my first foray into the more Xeno side of things in a Modern AU setting. Yeehaw!

2 The Trouble With Free-Roaming Ysalamiri

Idea: Based on some adorable ysalamiri cuddles art by @strength-through-order I wanted to write some Thranto fluff.

Result: Ysalamiri-filled Thranto fluff X’D

3 Inquisitor’s Debt

Idea: What if the Grand Inquisitor changed sides at the end of Rebels season 1?

Result: Some fun throwbacks with Obi-Wan and Caleb Dume leading up to Quizzy defecting with Ezra.

4 Ancient Stems

Idea: Eli Week drabbles based on the Vanto Week prompts.

Result: A silly buzz droid narrative with Thrawn and some cute slice of life Eli backstory/Ascendancy days bits.

5 Charnsuka

Idea: Kinky stuff with Lord Garmadon when he’s an Anacondrai.

Result: Kinky stuff with Lord Garmadon when he’s an Anacondrai. Sorry Zane!

6 Caged Like Prized Birds

Idea: Again inspired by the awesome Chiss anatomy and Thrux drawings by @strength-through-order , I wanted to craft a narrative around Armitage, as a young man, stumbling upon a clone of Thrawn.

Result: Man, this might just be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, had so much fun plotting it out and the smut is mmm! Tentacles everywhere~ I’ve gone back to re-read this a lot, I’ll admit it. I hope you all enjoyed it too.

7 Quiet On Set

Idea: Must. Write. Talos.

Result: A cute little platonic x-reader with everyone’s favorite Skrull. This was my first MCU fic too.

8 Diagnostic

Idea: Wanted to apologize to Zane for the damages done in Charnsuka with some Glacier shipping fluff.

Result: A silly glacier thing leading to a bit of foolery. I’m happy with it!

9 Heron Soaring

Idea: A continuation of the plot line from Heron Rising with Kanan and Thrawn.

Result: Too many feels… but some great sex to soften the blow, Kanera too!

10 Patron

Idea: Responding to a tumblr prompt from @wukeskywalker regarding Thrawn commissioning LOADS of artworks of Eli.

Result: More Thranto fluff! I see a trend here…

11 Black Heron

Idea: Kanan x Pryce for @myevilmouse , I think this was our first ‘collaboration’ on something!

Result: Juahir hires a special someone to show Arihnda a good time!

12 Red Heron

Idea: @star-wars-rebels-4 is always an amazing wealth of ideas for Grand Inquisitor, and encouraged a work featuring him and Kanan.

Result: Delicious back alley smut when an undercover Jedi is caught!

13 Warm Homecoming

Idea: Give my and a friend's OCs some cute fluff.

Result: OC fluff and a vacation to Hoth!

14 sowing the seeds

Idea: Add something cute to the spank war project.

Result: Another contender for my ‘favorite thing I’ve ever written’ rank. Two chapters of pining, cooking lessons, and sweet slick smut.

15 Red Frost

Idea: After watching “The Evil of Frankenstein” with @sneakybunyip ‘s amazing movie night group, I wanted to do something fun with Victor and Hans.

Result: A fun little adventure fic with some huddling for warmth to boot. Victor and Hans are the hammer-horror-verse Thranto send tweet.

16 a setting sun to hide the ruins

Idea: What if I tortured Kanan to the point he turned evil and joined the Inquisitors (and went a little insane in the process)

Result: Instead of torture, let’s just use some serum that drives him mad. Perfect. Smut ahoy, pretty much a dead dove type fic.

17 Pinktown

Idea: When browsing abandoned towns in Florida, I came across Flamingo… what if Thrawn had been exiled here instead.

Result: An alternate history of Thrawn’s exile and eventual discovery by the Empire. Huge thanks for @badgerandk on this one for the perfect epilogue and beta.

18 the sun rises to only illuminate the stranger i have become

Idea: Setting sun… part 2! But it’s actually what happens before sun?

Result: How Kanan ended up where he is for ‘a setting sun’... lots of imp smut and again, it's sort of a dead dove style fic.

19 Frozen Over

Idea: Ar’alani x Eli Vanto

Result: Somehow me and my writing partner ended up at sensory deprivation focus on this one.

20 Shape of Honor

Idea: Well, this one started in 2018 but ‘finished’ in 2019. Still working on the epilogue. Lots of tweaks… If you are not familiar, this is my AU in which it explores how the Thrawn novel and Rebels show would be altered if Palpatine distrusted Thrawn from their first meeting and accused him of being a Chiss spy. Vaguely inspired by the film The Shape of Water.

Result: Well it's nearly a novel now, isn’t it. This was a great adventure in learning how to create compelling story arcs. I’m extremely satisfied with how it is shaping (lol) up.

21 Datura Stamonium

Idea: Thrawnbine ovi smut.

Result: Oops it has plot now, a whole backstory with Eli and such and so fourth. Will need further stories told…

22 Desert Entropy

Idea: Luke/Wedge modern AU shenanigans.

Result: Also pulled Nath/Wyl and the Rogue Squad/Alphabet Squad peeps into this. Set in Vegas, Luke and Wedge meet and have a cute little romance, but some legal troubles set them back (Palpatine, as always, is That Bitch™) Very happy ending!

23 The Great Eli and Thrawn Prank War

Idea: See Chapter 1: Mullet Thrawn

Result: This thing really grew up, and thanks to all the contributors for allowing me to join in! My contributions were: 7-Bombs Away! In which a bit of drama brews and Thrawn makes a paint bomb that forces him and Eli back into being roomates. 11-Tooka Troube 2: Electric Boogaloo in which Eli finds his quarters slowly filling up with Tooka plush toys, and then something huge goes off in supply. 17-The Bitch is Back In which who knew Thrawn could sing?!

24 Clipped Wings to Keep Us from Flying

Idea: Continuing the story line from Caged Like Prized Birds

Result: Dragging Eli and the OG Thrawn into this, seeing that their stories were left untold in the first work. Also Armitage and the clone are up to all sorts of cool things. Still a WIP, on the list to keep working on this year!

25 I’ll do what I can.

Idea: Some Ronan/Krennic feels post Treason

Result: A Ronan character study that I really needed to get out of my system and finally a stable alliance between Krennic and Thrawn!

26 Purple Heron

Idea: @punk--kenobi and I concocted some fun Kanan/Zeb/Hera smut featuring Lasat heat cycles.

Result: Ah this came out so cool, full of emotion and wonderful imagery. Massive kudos to @punk--kenobi for beta-ing my portion and contributing some of the best smut one can find!

27 Ninjago Angst Week 2019

Idea: Do some 1-shots for Ninjago Angst Week

Result: ow right in the feels. Each character got a highlight in their own ‘dark retelling of a canon or canon adjacent event’ chapter.

28 Vertigo

Idea: Thing’s don’t go right planetside for Eli, Pik, and Waffle in Treason.

Result: Big oof. I hope Eli can one day forgive me… I even put strain on the end game Thranto! Bittersweet ending and lots of angst.

29 More Than Just a Treat

Idea: What is Obi Wan up to in the desert…

Result: Aunt Beau and baby Luke baked him cookies obviously!

30 Datura Metel

Idea: Continuing the Datura cycle…

Result: Just how Eli ended up where he did in the first installation.

31 Here & Now

Idea: Some Thranto Fluff! For @jewelliffer

Result: A camping trip for shore leave! And a marriage proposal for extra sugar.

32 Monster Under the Bed

Idea: Benevolent Boogeyman Chiss

Result: Modern AU Thranto spooky sillies. Bit of an intense climax but they talk it out!

33 Haunted by Sentiment

Idea: Nath is in denial of being the Squad Dad for @glassprowlers

Result: Nath’s very bad no good oh so terrible day! It's very silly and I really like how it ended up, the title is way more serious than the story itself XD

34 Pulse

Idea: Werewolf AU Lavashipping

Result: Oops Kai is a werewolf! Good thing Cole is here to help him figure out how to press on.

35 Stories from Area 51

Idea: remember the raid Area 51 meme? I do! Gotta clap them alien cheeks!

Result: Oh no it got PLOTTY! Pretty much all of my favorite characters and ships cherry-picked and plopped down into a Men In Black style facility in the middle of the desert. I really have a thing for the desert huh…

36 Good Day

Idea: The “truth” behind the “Good day, Lieutenant Vanto” from Thrawn in Treason.

Result: Oh stars the FEELS! Thrawn is in deep water and he KNOWS IT! GAH!

37 Fur Ball

Idea: Chiss are mogwai/gremlins…

Result: Silly Thranto fluff. Thrass shows up too! Feeding them after midnight is actually a good idea here… Grow your own ideal man!

38 Came Back Haunted

Idea: A mission fic centered around the @peters-pumpkin-day prompts.

Result: Ice planet survival with Tarkin, Krennic, Galen, and Ronan.

39 Sewn Together

Idea: This drawing actually is what lead to the fic-

Result: A fairly unique reuniting of Thrawn and Eli after both return to the Ascendancy.

40 Spiked Heron

Idea: Oh no… Kanan gets himself in deep poodoo this time.

Result: Devaronians really like humans huh? The next chapter is half way written I swear it is coming soon!

41 A Colder Embrace

Idea: Thrawn/Purrgil/Ezra and Luke/Wampa for SW Rare Pairs.

Result: It's very cold on Hoth… and even colder in space.

42 Surround

Idea: Luke/Wedge for SW Rare Pairs

Result: Luke has to confront Wedge post ESB regarding what is, essentially, his deserting the Rebels.

43 What Happens Planetside…

Idea: Eli/Pik/Waffle for SW Rare Pairs

Result: heheh a scrumptious Eli sandwich! And surprise tentacles because, well, why not?

44 Hesperidium

Idea: Fluffy Kylux for the Kylux Secret Santa event

Result: Ah its so sweet you might get a cavity

45 Reanimator

Idea: Lovecraftian eldritch horror Thranto

Result: This is the sort of project that it takes 2 months to fine tune each chapter, so bear with me, but I can promise a wonderful, creepy ride is ahead!

46 Floral

Idea: Luke/Faro for SW Rare Pairs. Enjoy the Jedi lovin’, @myevilmouse

Result: Sex pollen and accidentally defecting from the Empire. Whoops!

47 The Harch

Idea: Bouncing off of THIS art by @mamidlo , we worked together to create this plot. Very much inspired by the Hammer Horror films, such as Dracula and Frankenstein.

Result: A fun and spooky romp of Kallus and Zeb getting trapped in a creepy castle featuring mind controlled drones and a species-obsessed Harch. This was my first time posting the entire story at once, too!

Wow, I can not believe how much has been written this year. Thank you all again for reading and kudos-ing and your amazing comments. I’d not be here without the support and love <3 Cheers to 2020 and much more fic ahead!

[samfishers]

Ship Meme

Tagged by @badwolf626! Thank you for tagging me <3

Tagging @amell-on @anorptron @vorchagirl @nexustation @hawkeykirsah @ntbogoni if you wanna!!!

First Ship you ever read fic for: I’d say Shenko??? Probably some DC stuff first but I really can’t remember

First Ship you ever wrote fic for: God I was writing once a Harley x Sacrecrow fic LMAO like putting her in the nolan trilogy universe along with some nice joker emancipation. I don’t even remember the plot anymore but I thought it was pretty awesome at the time hahahahah

Ship you write the most now: I barely write but 99% of the stuff I have are shenko

Ship you read the most now: Shenko, Inquisitor x Blackwall, Liam x Ryder. Not that I’m an avid fanfic reader but these are my top choices

Newest Ship: I think it’s Seradaar since I just created my new Inky. Also Shega. I’m playing ME3 again and I’m kinda just shipping my shep with pretty much everybody omg and lowkey Delsin and Fetch, their interactions were awesome

Rare Ship you wanna read more of: Inquisitor and Blackwall 100%

Your taboo Ship: Jack and Miranda, Dorian and Bull, Carlyle and Ryder maybe? I’ve seen some discourse but they’re not main ships and I never created any related content nor gave much thought so

They never met in canon Ship: Gosh my mind is really blank on this one sorry but maybe Ben Hansen and Sarah Fisher would have been pretty hilarious

Your unexpected ship: Shega, Beck and Paige, Hawke and Anders (bc I had no clue on who to romance until I entered that clinic lol)

The ship you always forget to give love to: Liam and Ryder 100% bc I rarely have time to turn the console on but THATS GONNA CHANGE!!! Also batcat!

Ship your OC with a canon character (if applicable): Well most of my ships are OC x canon LI so..... my Jane Shep and Kaidan is my favorite

A ship you’re embarrassed to ship: Archer and Kestrel (from SC Conviction co-op) sfkfskjfhs it’s not even canon bUT

Your most romantic Ship: Lora x Alan, Shenko, Liam x Ryder

Your sexiest ship: Batcat, shenko, shega probably

Your most tragic ship: Wardenstair, ronan x julia o’connor, dceu clois and wondertrev honestly

A ship you want more content for: Liam x Ryder!!!! Gonna work on that

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Lucky Shot Pt 5

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4  - @theincaprincess​ Day 11

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“Sharing tales of those we’ve lost, is how we keep from really losing them.”

…

The first snowfall of the year in losing you brought an unusual sight, the young Prince sitting glumly in your favorite garden staring up at the tiny white specks falling from the sky. Behind him warm arms, not the pair he was hoping for but still he was raised to sit up on his father’s lap to be joined in watching the snow falling around them under the maroon wrap he covered them with. “Have I told you about the first time I met your Naneth?”

Legolas sniffled saying, “You don’t have to tell me. I heard you and uncle Elurin arguing about saying her name. I know it hurts you.”

Thranduil’s eyes closed in a deep sigh making him peer down and kiss his forehead, “I am terribly sorry you had to hear that. It does hurt, just as it hurts you Little One. We can speak of her whenever you wish. Sometimes, between your uncles and I we get angry, we argue, but it is all words. We love your Naneth, and you, and we will never forget her, we will share our tales of her whenever possible. Sharing tales of those we’ve lost, is how we keep from really losing them.”

“Then I would like to hear it.”

Thranduil grinned saying with a ghost of a grin on his lips, “Well, it all began, in the snow. I was off on a delivery from our family shop, and I heard these giggles. Then atop a horse your uncle Glorfindel rode up, and when he stopped I saw her, clad in white and silver, she was spinning, and then I saw these bright purple eyes on the most perfect face that stared right at me. She always had this bounce, hopped right up to my side and told me her name. Then she had to leave, but the next time I saw her, she bounced right up to my side with this smile on her face and proceeded to challenge me on my feelings for winter.” Legolas giggled in his low chuckle and ease of his arms tighter around his son snuggling into his chest.

…

You were close now, right in the middle of the dinner a cold burst of wind parted the lips of the Lords in the courtyard as it carried the scent of oncoming snow. Softly Legolas said, “Ada,”

With a grin Thranduil’s arm eased around Estel’s middle in his move to curl up in the wrap draped over the King’s shoulder, and he ensured the boy was fully covered from the breeze, “It should not be long now.”

Elrond, “We should have a few hours at least until we should send out riders to escort the group in.”

Glorfindel, “Yes, and we can see just who this Ronan is.”

The irritation was clear in the their faces and they each had their own assumptions of who this horrible race of people could be to have kept you prisoner for so long.

**

It was all agreed to continue from here on foot and with your place in the lead between Gamora and Nebula with Ronan and Korath behind you all of you continued on. Bilbo and Thorin kept hold of one another’s hands off to the side of your group leading their people while Wanda watched Pietro’s steps race ahead to check the path then loop around. Upon his return he shrugged saying there was only more trees ahead making you shake your head and glance up again at the thickening of the snow widening your grin in taking the first step to the small river in your path. Under your feet the water iced over with rocks from the bottom to create a pathway for you to cross on, alone you led the way and waited for the others at the undisturbed side of the river.

Turning around the distant sound of whipping fabric turned your head and lured you onwards. Hurrying after you Nebula led the trot with Gamora right behind her as Pietro circled the clearing you were in wondering what you were staring at with Wanda using her powers to hover her way across and land to your side. Ronan and Korath were next, both scanning the area curiously until Gandalf came up behind them, “She hears the guards on patrol. Few miles off yet, though no doubt they’ve caught her scent.”

Wanda’s eyes narrowed, “Scent?”

Gandalf nodded, “Snow, with a hint of apples. Far too fair a scent for mortals to catch, but her kin know it well.”

Thorin chuckled lowly, “By the sound of it she must be of high rank to garner a sprint like that.” Turning your head you caught his eye and he smirked, “There’s only one Lady Pear my kin have heard of, and she is married to the King who would bar our return home. Queen of the Greater Greenwood.”

Softly you said, “You knew?”

He nodded, “Aye. You have given your word to aid in restoring Moria, no doubt King Thranduil would be pleased your Kree kin might be distracted for a time to allow you to recover from your birth in peace before having to make talks with us on crossing your lands to Erebor.”

“I doubt he would argue with your traveling home.”

Thorin chuckled as Dwalin said, “Not with a Dragon waiting for us, M’Lady.”

Ronan, “I doubt your dragons could be fiercer than any other beast we have faced before.”

Balin, “Do you have portraits of these beasts you have faced?”

You smirked replying, “We have memory banks you can view later from our best battles.”

Ronan’s hand settled on your back, “For now, we should move ahead, get you settled before your next meal.”

You nodded and turned to start walking again only to feel Bilbo at your side asking, “What is it like, Rivendell? I’ve heard it is wonderful in the Spring, how is it in Winter?”

Smiling down at him you said, “I believe I am a bit biased as I love the Winter.” The tick of his curious grin wider stirred you on delving into the basic architecture of the city making him grin wider picturing it in a glistening blanket of snow.

The shifting of branches and roots from the trees ahead brought Ronan closer to your side keeping his hand in yours to ensure you were kept steady. A flash of white appeared through the trees and a weak chuckle left you and you said, “There you are.”

Wide blue eyes from your son came into view in his dart around a shifting tree full speed then slow to a trot seeing the oddly colored creatures, including the largest of them holding your hand. The grip on your hand from Ronan was tightened at the growing number of darker haired Elves joining your son appearing suddenly from the trees, another blonde popped up and you smirked naming him, “Glori.”

Trotting ahead he wet his lips feeling Legolas right beside him in your step out of the group patting Ronan’s chest saying, “My brother.” Ronan nodded and released your hand letting you step ahead to the pair looking you over taking in your appearance to gauge your health. Looking between the pair your eyes turned to the shorter of the two whose eyes you recognized spreading your grin, “Little Leaf?”

His smile spread across his face and he trotted ahead eyeing your belly to lower pulling you into a tight hug lifting you up onto your toes in your arms looping around his neck gripping the back of his armored shirt, gratefully he whispered, “You’re home.”

Chuckling weakly you replied after kissing his cheek in his pull back, “You’re so big.” His eyes scoured yours deepening his grin in your cupping his cheeks, “I knew you would be. And it should not be too long before I can give you a proper hug.” Making him chuckle and step back in your lowering to adjust your shirt lower to your hips in your glance to Glorfindel.

His eyes flinched from Ronan in his approach to you to step forward accepting his own tight hug mumbling, “We have missed you.”

Legolas said in your pull back, “Ada was too nervous to remember how to run and chose to remain with Estel.” He looked to Ronan too just a few steps away then back to you.

“When we get there I’ll explain everything, but please trust me and trust them.” Turning your head you grinned at Ronan and said, “Glori, Legolas, this is Ronan.” Your hand motioned to each of them signaling their nods to the blue giant just a few inches taller than Glorfindel who looked them both over.

Ronan’s low voice made their ears twitch having a clue why you might have been fated to have met this odd blue man, “I have waited a long time to meet you both. Nin has shared so much of you in our time together and I look forward to seeing how your kin handle births compared to ours.”

Glorfindel flashed you a grin then said, “Of course, as to our pregnant Queen we should bring you into Rivendell for a warm meal.” His eyes lowered to you, “Thranduil and the twins should be fawning over every detail.”

Steadily his eyes dropped to your hand being stolen by the Kree warrior who was strolling at your side as you claimed Legolas’ hand widening his smile and bringing his focus back to you again in your asking about his trip from Greenwood.

.

By the foot the group of Elves around you grew larger and for their wish to intimidate the Kree they lost that effect on the warriors certain of their safety in your presence. One final corner was turned and a good layer of snow had coated the Elves and Kree who unlike the others did not shake it off and took no notice of the cold blanket. Into the main courtyard you joined your son and followed him to the large ballroom where Thranduil, Elured and Elurin turned looking you over as you looked them over in return. Legolas’ hand left yours to crouch and lift Estel to his hip freeing you to give your coat a flick dropping gazes to your belly exposed in doing so. Again Ronan released your hand and smoothed his fingers along your ponytail shaking the snow free from it, then reached up to remove his jacket when leaving your bags along the wall.

Around the tables him and the Kree settled into the seats leaving their belongings by yours, Wanda and Pietro joined them while the Dwarves and Bilbo remained standing. After greeting Estel you crossed the room straight to Thranduil, who swallowed dryly and eased his hands through your open jacket to stroke your shifting belly in the pressing of his forehead to yours. Melting around you he lifted you in his arms in a tight hug ending with a warm kiss on your cheek, too afraid to kiss you any other way in public in fear of being unable to stop. Pulling back his hands remained on you in his saying, “Come, sit,” His low hum made Ronan’s head tilt slightly making him watch the King closely in his crouching to help you settle into your chair. Once you were settled he stood again turning to the Kree in the table to your right he said, “Perhaps we should get the introductions out of the way.”

Ronan stood first straightening up for their moment of sizing each other up as you said, “Ronan, this is my husband, Thranduil.”

Thranduil stated at Ronan’s smirk, “Ah yes, you are the one claiming Nin as your child.”

“Duil.” You stated making Thranduil inhale and try to keep himself restrained.

Ronan spoke making the rest of the Elf Lords glance between the pair, “From stranger to another trust me in saying you are no more familiar with my culture than I am yours. In our differences we share a love for Nin. To my people she is my child and will always remain so, an honor she has earned several times over. You will have your time to adjust to the changes, just as we all will.”

Thranduil inhaled again then looked over his shoulder making Ronan introduce the rest of your group before Thranduil took Ronan’s move to sit again as his cue to turn and greet Gandalf and the Dwarves after formally accepting Bilbo’s nervous blurting out of his own name earning a low chuckle from the King. With everyone else in their seats Thranduil came back to your side sandwiching you between him and Legolas, who was watching Estel’s curious approach to Ronan who smirked at the boy.

Reaching up your finger tapping the underside of Thranduil’s jaw made him grin at you from his stare at Ronan and the boy, “Yes, my Love?”

“It is difficult to explain, but before I could remember you they were my only family. Their ways may seem crude or harsh but they are no less genuine on my safety and happiness. Give it time, you may just find them friends one day.” His brow inched up and you smirked at him, “You might be surprised.”

Rolling his eyes he chuckled to himself and lowered his hand to stroke your back in your shifting, “Is your back sore?”

You nodded, “Just cramping. She started shifting lower in our last stop.” Making his lips part, “Shouldn’t be long, day or so.”

“If you would rather rest-,”

You shook your head, “Food and a bath should help. I can rest after.”

Looking over you spotted Ronan’s leg shift out from the side of the table to set Estel on allowing him a better view of his armor he was explaining the marks and symbols on it. Standing on Ronan’s leg Estel stood tapping his helmet making Ronan reach up to remove it and make the boy giggle in his easing it on over his head. Glancing up between the staring King and Warrior you said, “See, giant softie.” You poked him in the stomach making him chuckle lowly, “Like a certain someone I know.” Thranduil looked at you lovingly then stroked your stomach again asking, “You are certain, a daughter?”

You nodded and brought out the net scanners making his brows furrow curiously until he and the other Elf Lords shifted to view the hologram of your daughter now clearly facing downwards, “See. Nice and cozy getting ready.”

Thranduil pulled the net off asking, “Does it hurt?”

You shook your head reaching out to fold them around his arm, projecting his arm, “See, it’s perfectly safe. No pain at all.” You eased it back saying, “How we keep progress on the growth. Kree are very prevalent breeders. One of our three ships is entirely their nursery.” Parting his lips, “They were almost wiped out three times by other races, enslaved each time and fought to free themselves. Ronan is descended from one of the lines that led the last rise, part of how he gained his rank, third highest of all the Kree, under the Supreme Intelligence of course.”

“Supreme Intelligence?”

“They are, sort of like their Valar.”

Thorin asked from across the table, “Why not have you on their nursery ship then?”

“The ship would have to dock to do that. They would not risk my pregnancy in the teleporter and they would not risk the ship by docking in unfamiliar territory.”

Bilbo smirked saying, “Either way I still say Hobbits are the best breeders present in this Company.” Making you smirk at his saying to Thorin, “Too bad someone is sticking to traditional guidelines instead of following his word in keeping a certain set of brothers as his heirs.” Thorin growled around his fork making Bilbo say, “Hey, what would I know, I’m only expected to be a Consort until a breeder comes along!”

“If you are in need of a surrogate we can help you there.” The pair looked at you.

Thorin, “Excuse me? Help us how?”

Bilbo, “Surrogate?”

You nodded, “Kree have found another race in our travels, one of my accomplishments. They are the Symbiotes. Males take over other creatures turning them to monsters feeding off their hosts until they eventually die.” Their brows ticked up wondering what you were getting at, “However, the females, when given the blood of one male of another race can morph into a female copy of that male, and then they proceed to seduce another male to conceive. As long as they are carrying or nursing they are quite docile.”

Thorin, “The Kree trust these creatures with birthing their young?”

Lowering your glass from a sip you said, “Perhaps I should have started with this, Symbiotes, you can poison them, drown them, light them on fire, drop them off a building, hurl them hundreds of yards and their young are never injured.” Parting their lips, “Now those abilities are not carried on after birth as the child is comprised of the genes of donors, the Symbiote is merely the carrier and with Kree being attacked so often for traveling on ships they are perfect protectors for our young.”

Thranduil, “Have any of your adopted family taken surrogates?”

Ronan, “I have, Nin has chosen my donor mother and chosen to have a baby brother.”

Thorin, “You chose?”

You nodded, “It is tradition. Ronan has yet to take a wife and a great deal of Kree females would have loved the honor of donating an egg for his child. One of the greatest lines were chosen and cherished the honor.”

Bilbo, “How did you choose for a brother?”

“Oh, that’s the simple part. Mothers carry genes to birth females, only males carry genes to birth sons. I can show you if you wish for a surrogate.”

Thranduil, “When is your brother due?”

“7 months.”

.

When the plates were cleared you were helped up and you all split to head to the bathhouses, though you were led away off to your assigned apartment where Thranduil helped you undress, a task he used to see if you had any scars, and each one he found he traced asking for each tale behind them. The five you had across your back were small, and all from those chains that had taken you away. The only one troubling him was from a Chitauri who stabbed you in the thigh when you had first begun to train.

In the water behind you he helped you wash your hair asking, “How did it begin then? Him choosing you?”

“I woke up in a mirrored cell.”

“Mirrored?”

You nodded, “More barriers than walls but all I could see was reflections of myself. Days they tested my speed and strength, they never let anyone in. They scanned me, and when our daughter was just gone they closed up the ship didn’t let anyone on or off afraid what it was. Then Ronan came with the other ships of Warriors to watch another of my tests, and I can’t say what it was but I could hear him and I followed him. He kept trying to get them to let him in since I had an interest in him. The next day they brought a boy in, Yondu, I tapped his forehead and learned his language and through that Ronan could talk to me. From there-,”

Thranduil, “That is when you were asked to breed?”

“They assumed I had chosen Ronan as my mate. I just felt drawn to him. Now I can see why, you too possibly, you sound similar.”

“His voice, made you feel safe, and he abused that.”

“They wanted me put down, he risked his life to defy the Supreme Intelligence and adopt me.” Thranduil’s lip parted when you turned on his lap to see his face, “Defiance is death. And honestly, if they hadn’t been so curious to see what else I could do they would have killed me anyways. For centuries he was my only friend, the only one who protected me and taught me to be safe, even though our kin are damn near indestructible compared to theirs. Plus there was always time for me to change my mind for their hopes of seeing what a child of mine could do.”

“What did he get out of this bond?”

“It’s, a sort of, Kree have various stages of development, they hit heats, where they have urges to breed or claim a child and when that is achieved, even outside of a heat it triggers a burst of strength development. Their race are stronger when they have a child to return to. It is a hard choice, to adopt the right heir. He never hurt me, he has lost his family to to wars, which is why he is so excited to see out little girl.”

“Kiore.”

“Hmm?”

“The name we chose, before, unless you have chosen another.”

You shook your head easing your arms around his neck making him melt around you pressing his forehead to yours, “Kiore is perfect.” A gentle kiss grew to another and his murmured offer against your neck to aid in quickening your labor along had him helping you straddle his lap guiding you to a string of climaxes until you were feeling your body calming into a near slumbering mood as things south began to charge ahead. Dried and dressed you were lounged out on the bed and Thranduil was busy rubbing your back in your first contraction signaling the Lords to burst into full swing to ready for your birth.

Shirtless and face paint free Ronan entered the room and came to sit on the floor by your side taking your hand to share the traditional stories Kree passed on in this moment he had readied. Each breath drew you closer and soon enough you were helped to the end of the bed onto a stool Nebula brought in, a handful of pushes later and Ronan beamed looking over the shoulder of the Midwife carrying Kiore to be bathed. The after bath impressed the Kree in your now fully healed state and in true Kree tradition Ronan was the third allowed to hold Kiore, first you, then Thranduil and then him. He kept it brief allowing Legolas and Glorfindel their turns, until your lifting her into your arms saying, “Come on Kiore, let’s go see the snow.”

Chuckles echoed through the room and Thranduil grabbed his wrap he draped around you both escorting you out with Legolas holding Estel in his arms. Labor had lasted all through the night and on the cusp of sunrise you caught the golden waves of light sparking up the glitter on the snow Wanda and Pietro in their own glimpse out saw the trees through the still falling snow shaking their branches revealing brightly colored blossoms. Tiny pops of color shooting up in the blankets of white gradually falling slower showing signs that exposions of color were soon to come.

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Lucky Shot Pt 4

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 -

The crafts were readied and packed as you softly groaned smoothing your hands around the back of your neck stirring Thorin’s eyes to you as he held the gate open on his cart, “Perhaps it is best you rest for today? Surely another can claim your place.”

Ronan turned to face him saying, “It is not a straining task to pilot the craft.”

Thorin wet his lips, “We were only going to suggest your rest due to your treasured condition.”

Your brow inched up and Bilbo explained for him, “I do apologize, I made a comment and it, got away from me…But you are expecting and you should rest, your back especially, a hunch is not good for you or your little one.”

Gamora now at your side asked, “How did you learn this?”

Bilbo chuckled, “Not a Hobbit alive who couldn’t spot an expecting mother in a hundred yards distance through a crowd. We can feel it. Life, new life, rather.”

Nebula, “A form of psychic power then, interesting.”

Bilbo looked to you, “Psychic.. In any case we all simply wish for you especially to be well rested and cared for. It is no burden and caring for yourself and child is all we wish for you to focus on. None of our races would dare harm you, should that have been why you had kept it to yourself.”

Balin nodded his head, “With our bairns so few and far between, just as Thorin stated, it is a greatly treasured state.”

Ronan’s hand settled on your shoulder saying, “I will summon another to pilot in your place. Rest and take hourly scans to mark your progress.”

You nodded and joined the men inside the cart they sealed behind you in shifting to reveal the pile of packs they set up for you to lounge back against in the appearance of a lowly pink Kree who took the pilot seat after a respectful nod to Ronan who approved his silent request to do so. Ronan made certain you were settled before starting the ripple of kick starts and steady pull away while you shrugged out of your coat you set over your lap to properly align the scanner net over your watermelon sized bump widening the Dwarves’ and Bilbo’s eyes at how far along you were.

In looking them over you said, “I was expecting when I was taken.”

Thorin nodded as Dwalin said, “Eru’s work no doubt. To keep your family from severing in childbirth alone.”

Balin, “Your Husband should be pleased to not have missed it.”

Thorin sighed, “Though we do not find much common ground, between here and home sits Rivendell. I am certain Lord Elrond would not object to your birthing there. By my guess you are near your time. Few weeks at the most.”

Gloin began to ask a series of questions to compare to his Wife’s final months to gauge how long you might have left. Only to fall silent at the hologram appearing earning a round of gasps turning Ronan’s head to see them inching closer to the image of your stretching child that nestled into a ball again after a rippling wave of its fingers stirring chuckles from the men. “What sort of magic is this?”

Your eyes locked, “Not magic, just pulses sent through the body and when they return to the sensors it projects what it bounced off of.” Wetting your lips you said, “If one of you could lend me your hands.” Ori, the only one with a bare hand offered his and watched as you removed the net from your stomach to wrap it around his hand parting his lips showing him his skeletal hand, “See, and there is no damage at all. Just a way to see what is hidden under our skin and monitor babies especially. She hasn’t turned downwards yet, so I still have some time.”

Thorin softly whispered, “A girl.” A grin spreading across his face, “Quite a blessing.”

For the next hour you relaxed and laid your head back closing your eyes to listen to the world around you only to feel a gentle tug drawing you towards something. A warm set of arms embraced you once again as in your trance your eyes opened to a wave of white hair sliding over the shoulder of the Elf King clutching you to his chest again, “I apologize. Whole heartedly. I was distracted by a messenger carrying Mithrandir’s letter.”

“I understand.”

Drawing back he looked you over seeing the curious inspection of his tent holding a simple cot and his bags, “Would you prefer a different location? Perhaps the Western Gardens in Rivendell.” The tent faded at once and you watched the flock of colorful birds floating on the breeze above the gardens stemming from a private balcony you were standing on.

The sway of the sheer silken curtains around the railings turned your head to the lounge and table set up with juice and snacks his hand motioned to through his dark green shorter and armored riding robes shifting to his usual floor length decorative style in a soft yellow. “Please, sit, rest.” Moving with you he ensured the pillows were amply fluffed then sat by your feet, now bare under a flowing shirt and silken pants. Gently he raised your legs to his thigh and began to rub your lower legs one at a time. “Do you have a clue yet as to how far you are? Mithrandir’s letter gauged you at arriving in Rivendell in a month’s time.”

You shook your head, “Now he is assured we are barely a week away, if that.” His eyes lowered to his lap, in a tilt of your head you asked, “Is there something wrong?”

He looked up with a soft grin, “Not at all. I was merely counting out the hours to prepare for your arrival.”

“No need -,”

He shook his head, “Nieninque, you are returning to me after centuries away. In the least I will have a meal readied for you and a bed if you need to rest. Legolas is determined to ensure you get plenty, insisted in his own letter to Lord Elrond to gift you the best mattress for our usual apartment.” His eyes scanned over you again anxiously, “Mithrandir mentioned, you had lost your memories?”

“I am remembering now. Most of our lives. Though, I fear-,”

Inching closer to you his hands circled yours folded together on your lap, “What has you fearful?”

“That I am changed. The new me will be offensive or unattractive-,”

His hands cupped your cheeks and firmly he kissed your lips and hummed against them in his retracting press of his forehead to yours, “I could never find you offensive or unattractive. You are nearly home with us again. Our second child is nearly here. I love you, and I will wait for eternity to pass over once more if that is how long it takes for you to feel safe and loved unabashedly again in our home. I am changed, Legolas is grown, but we will be together again,” his tearful gaze locked onto yours in the inching back of his head, “There is no need to fear. We will protect you.”

“We believe we killed the machine powering the portal that took me. The explosion is how we got here. I don’t believe it will be of any use how we left it.”

Stirring a smirk onto his face, “No doubt with your attack it is in utter shambles well beyond repair.” Again his thumb stroked along your cheek at the deepening of his gaze, “I have never wished for a week to pass sooner since I was a boy and you were gone ten years between our meetings. It has never been a simple task to mind our time apart no matter the small gaps between.”

A soft call of a child crying out, “Ada!”

Thranduil’s lips parted and at your looking over his curious expression he rambled out, “King Arathorn, his widow came to our gates and upon her sailing West left the boy in my charge. Red and Rin have taken to him handsomely, you know how the pair refuse to accept strangers, but thick as thieves they are as they had been with our Little Leaf. I-,”

His words were cut off at your hand resting on his cheek to plant your lips to his for a kiss, “Then it seems both our boys will have to learn to mold their days around their baby sister. As will their uncles.”

“Si-,” his eyes looked you over and hands pressed around your stomach, “You are certain? Our child is a daughter?”

You nodded, “You can see for yourself when we meet in Rivendell.”

“How?”

At the boy’s call you giggled softly and kissed his lips again and whispered, “Go on now. Before he gains Little Leaf’s support in dragging you away.”

Chuckling lowly he leaned in for one last lingering kiss then purred against your lips, “Hurry along please, my Love.”

The room faded and muffled around you the Dwarves all chatted as you seemed to be transferred to a beach where you eyed the sea birds soaring above the waves on the breeze. Around you in deep echoes the voices of the Company seemed to grow more concerned as you remained in the trance like state joined by Ronan and the others when camp was finally set up. The frenzy was calmed finally at Gandalf’s reminder that you needed to rest for your condition. Three full days you were shifted from bed to the cart again between Ronan’s dripping water and the prenatal supplements shifted to liquid form so you did not miss any doses with extra scans being taken. All showing a surplus of power being built up in you and the infant leaving them to assume that your body was readying for the nearing birth. Alone you would wander feeling stronger by the day between stolen moments with your loving Husband, who was all too eager to hold and kiss you at least in some way until he could openly welcome you to his friend’s home.

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In your steady signs of waking from your supposedly self induced coma overhead storm clouds brewed turning the heads of Bilbo and the Company upwards. Mumbling to himself at the faint scent of snow Bilbo pondered, “Odd thing, snow this late in the spring.”

Behind him Gandalf chuckled and nodded his head towards you in your being tucked in with a warming blanket by Ronan, “Tis not your average snow.” Turning their heads to the Wizard freshly arrived from another bout of wandering with a grin widening by the moment, “But a warning rather, of the Lady’s return.”

Thorin’s brow inched up, “Just why would the Valar send snow to warn of her coming?”

Ronan grinned, “Clearly they require time to sate her preferences and usual demands.”

Gandalf peered at him for a moment then looked to Bilbo and Thorin again, “It was always the way. Her arrival would bring a heavy snowfall even in the hottest Junes to date and all the brighter once it melted the kingdoms would flourish.”

Nebula, “Her favor has that impressive of an impact on the lands she chooses? How could she bring about snow then a flourish to kingdoms she claims?”

Balin wet his lips, “I do believe he means when the snow melts the crops, orchards and gardens flourish.”

Ronan, “Then in displeasing her she brings about famine then with her heavy snows?”

Gandalf shook his head, “Not that I am aware. For Elves they are bound with great abilities. Some are gifted with great musical talents, others with more difficult forms of crafting, those with a more subtle hand, and a select few such as Nin, who can bring about snow flurries granting plenty after it has thawed. Those gifts are granted and managed by the Valar.”

Gamora, “I am certain if she intended this snow of hers could do a great deal of damage.”

Gandalf sighed, “I do not understand your Kree entirely, though from the little we have learned I must insist you know little to nothing of her people.” Raising a brow on Ronan’s face, “They do not openly seek war and are quite peaceful when treated with respect. To continuously insist that Nin is a weapon of some sort and to be feared by her people is far from the truth! She is a wife and mother, her people treasure her company and presence greatly with her light and uplifting manner! Even her sculpting, though startling to some, as if they were alive and merely between breaths, is greatly treasured and a skill much sought after by other sculptors. Even the blades she has crafted, with lessons from the best of her race to rival some of the finest crafters alive today. How you have managed to live with her for centuries and see her as nothing but a piece in some war game is beyond my wildest imaginings!”

Korath, “She is far beyond a weapon for us.”

Ronan, “She is my child. I only wish that her husband is worthy of her.”

Thorin huffed, “They are Ones. Meaning they are perfectly matched. You could not find a finer match for her and no matter the efforts none could sever the bond between them.”

Ronan, “I have no intentions of breaking any bonds. There is no telling the damage done to my Nin if I tried.”

Balin, “A suggestion, if I may?” Ronan nodded his head for Balin to continue, “Perhaps, to not take offense if her husband and brother try to put some distance between you at first. For all their knowing she was taken and bought by you” Ronan’s lips parted and Balin’s hand tilted for a moment in front of his belly, “no matter how deeply you feel for her,” Ronan’s lips closed, “You claimed her as your kin, though for centuries they have missed her terribly.”

Ronan nodded through a deep inhale and exhale, “I will grant them their time alone, however, I am to aid in birthing my grandchild and they will not bar me from that right.”

Gloin’s disapproving growl came as your eyes fluttered open. Again the voice of your adopted son had ended your meeting and groggily you inched your head to the side to say, “We are to the mountains already?”

At your sitting up again you were scanned and helped over to the fire to claim your helping of the lunch waiting for you. A distant crunch sounded through the circle of trees you had stood to inspect turning slowly. At the raking of your eyes over the trees Pietro neared you asking, “What do you see?”

“Nothing, but I can hear something moving.”

Pietro nodded, “On it!” Racing off through the trees to inspect for anything while Gamora and Nebula moved to your sides with Wanda’s hands lighting up as her eyes glowed in searching telepathically for any creatures.

On the side Fili and Nori were bound up in sacks wiggling and squirming leading to the Dwarves circling up with Thorin mumbling, “Bilbo, where’s Bilbo?!”

Gloin growled out, “And the Wizard has abandoned us as well!”

All at one a scream was heard and a large body rolled into the clearing with Pietro halting behind him to pick up the key falling from his pocket, shifting his hold on the large stick he had no doubt whacked the now upright troll with. Two more at Pietro’s vanishing were shoved and beaten into the clearing where they wound their arms back, one of which was holding Bilbo, though not for long at Wanda’s levitating him free to her side. At the snatching of the stick from Pietro, who was thrown through the trees you stepped forward whispering in Gondolian with your glowing hand raised, all at once your body glowed and then a pulse of light exploded from you stirring pained screams fading and dying from the now stone trolls. With lips parted the Dwarves neared them tapping their bodies with their axes before cheers and chuckles were given and Wanda eyed you curiously as to what you were capable of even when so very heavily pregnant.

Turning your head to Thorin you said, “If I remember correctly, Trolls cannot survive sunlight. No doubt the storm gave them cover, but even then I doubt they would risk it.”

A smirk eased onto his lips, “Meaning there’s a hoard somewhere.” At once you found out their trail that led you through the trees to a small knot of boulders melded into an awkward little cave all off on its own.

Once at the door Pietro passed you the key and the men gave the door a shove stirring an instant gag from you calmed at a mask Ronan drew from his pouch to filter the air for you he secured around your mouth and nose. Lowly humming by your ear, “No leaving you outside.”

Inching inside you saw the stone walls warmed and stretched from their former place as separate boulders into a hiding place. Curiously Bilbo eyed the food with Bombur then followed after you seeing your path towards the shelf of weapons. Ronan took note of your reach for one of the long swords you raised and unsheathed luring Gandalf as well.

Ronan, “Is it well forged?”

Weakly you chuckled as you eyed the top portion of the blade, “Yes it is. Forged it myself.” Ronan smirked at that, finally seeing a hint of your formerly hidden talents, “Glamdring, the Foe-Hammer, I forged this for King Turgon.”

Ronan, “You were a Smith for Kings then?”

“He was a friend of my family. Fought with my brother until he fell, died as his city was destroyed. Long ago in the great wars of the First Age.” Turning your head you looked to Gandalf, “I have a feeling you will need this.”

He bowed his head, “Thank you. I will wield it with great pride.”

The next sword you drew out was long and curved on one side, this one you passed to Thorin, “Orcrist, the Goblin-Cleaver, bourn by Lord Ecthellion, my brother’s greatest friend.” Thorin as well thanked you heartily while you eyed the double swords resting there lastly you raised and shouldered in grabbing the smallest of the collection you passed to Bilbo. The Hobbit eyed it carefully then accepted it from you, “This should do nicely for your size. No chance we are taking you through those mountains unarmed.”

Bilbo nodded and Balin neared him to help in strapping the blade to his waist in your move to the treasure hidden in the back corner Nebula and Korath were scanning while Gamora sat staring at a small portrait of a fish that seemed to be giving off a pulse. Crouching down you asked, “All gold?”

Nebula glanced up at you, “No hidden traps or qualities.”

Korath leaned over and passed you a small folding portrait, “All gold but this. It’s contents are more curious.”

Opening it you couldn’t help but let out a wry chuckle seeing portraits of your parents and one of you on Glori’s lap as a child, “This was my brother’s. He must have had this when he first died.”

Over your shoulder Gandalf peered saying, “A hoard from Gondolin, curious. Though clearly possible it was stolen from a thief who took claim of it from another and so on, as most of these hoards go. It does make one wonder what lost treasures are withheld in Moria still as the greatest of Goblin hoards.”

Thorin, “There is no army alive reckless enough to risk the Mines of Moria. Not since Azanulbizar.”

Korath and Ronan smirked, “Do not be so hasty to presume my forces would not march on this Moria.”

Thorin’s lips parted, “You would march on Moria? For what gain?”

Ronan, “If my Nin gave the inkling that she wished to see these halls restored we would aid you in its return. These goblins are pests to your kin, no doubt they would be easy to cleanse from those halls. None better than the Kree for such a task.”

Gandalf looked to you and you said, “First, I will get some air. Rivendell next to handle this birthing matter and then we can talk about battles and reclaiming homelands.”

Thorin’s head bowed to you, “For your aid we will be eternally in your debt.”

All you did was shake your head and lead the Kree out of the cave while Nebula remained guiding the Dwarves in loading up a special box able to hold all the gold she passed to them after on her way to join you.

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Back to the carts you went as your eyes turned upwards to the looming clouds above in their release of a single snowflake. Down through a small ravine that grew the farther you passed down into it on the zigzag path until a clearing was found already starting to gain another thin layer to the snow waiting there. A grin settled onto your face in stepping away from the group with hands smoothing over your belly in walking farther towards the edge of a small creek passing through it. Small colorful fish swirled under the surface luring you to crouch and dip your hand under the surface sending them into faster swirls between your parted fingers.

Rising up again at the call to return to camp you caught the glares between Ronan and Gandalf making you sigh and go to sit beside the warrior to take his hand yours folded around stirring a grin onto his face, “It is uncomfortable I know. But things will settle. Our little family is about to grow.”

Making him chuckle and shift his hand to settle on your stomach, “We cannot wait to see the little one. This will be the most fiercely guarded child in all of the universe.”

“I do not believe we are far now. This clearing seems familiar. Though it was such a long time ago.”

Pt 5

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Lucky Shot Pt 3

Pt 1 - Pt 2 -

Atop the hill you paused and Ronan peered down at you asking, “Any hints at all?”

Pointing ahead of you, you said, “We can’t go that way. War was that way.”

Wanda rubbed her face, “Please tell me didn’t just walk all this way for nothing.”

Your group turned and Ronan raised his hammer to his shoulder, “Not for nothing. We now know not to go that way.” Making the girl roll her eyes and trudge after you back down the hill towards another hill in the far distance.

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“For the last time, No!” Your head turned to spot Nebula withdrawing her fist to rest by her side after Pietro had once again raced by swatting her in the back. Your eyes followed his path as he laughed at his latest refusal to his idea of a race, your refusals irritating Nebula at his intended target from his guess she was your half sister for being blue like Ronan.

A sudden swing of your foot sent him tumbling in a dust ball stirring a scowl onto Wanda’s face, blindly your hand extended blocking her red fireball she sent at you with a simple glowing shield around you before your other hand reached out to grip Pietro’s arm, “Next time I will hand you over to her. Remember this kindness.”

Nebula glared at the boy who smirked saying, “You hit my sister I hit yours.”

You smirked back saying, “I don’t have a sister. Hit her again, I dare you. We could bet on how many pieces are left of you.”

His eyes turned to her with his lips parted as she smirked folding her fingers around the dagger at her hip only turn her head as you did when Ronan extended his hammer in front of the three of you at the tall elderly man who seemingly appeared out of nowhere who cleared his throat.

Bowing his head you eyed the man in all grey whose lips parted recognizing you as he bowed his head again, “My Queen, it is an honor to be in your presence.”

At that your brow inched up and Ronan lowered his hammer while the twins muttered, “Queen?” While Gamora chuckled at Ronan’s proud smirk at your proper title.

Korath smirked, “I take it you are not referring to me or my sisters.”

Adjusting the staff in his hand he approached you as you released Pietro, “Have you just arrived?”

“Few hours possibly.”

With a nod he grinned at you saying, “Well I would be honored to show you back to Greenwood again.”

Narrowing your eyes you peered up at the man, “Forgive me, but do you know me? I’m not altogether certain of who I am exactly.”

He gave you a weak grin, “Of course, you were merely a child when we met ages ago before the sun crossed the sky. To you I am Olorin, though others I am known as Mithrandir, or more commonly as Gandalf the Grey.”

Wetting your lips you asked, “And I’m, a Queen?”

He nodded, “Oh yes. Queen of the Great Greenland to the East over the Silvan and Sindar Elves who dwell there.”

Behind him over a small hill you heard a loud voice bark out, “Gandalf! Where is that Wizard?!”

Hastily Gandalf turned his head towards the voice and then back to you, “Perhaps it is best you do not mention which lands you are aiming for.” Your brow inched up, “I give you my word we are crossing past those lands.”

Shrugging at his next glance over you his grin spread at your mumbling, “Had no clue I was a Queen falling here, certainly won’t be demanding that from your friends.” After a pause you asked, “You wouldn’t happen to know my Husband and child?”

He nodded closing the distance to rest his hand on your shoulder, “They have been waiting a long time to see you again, your brother is also on our way.”

Softly you asked, remembering a name from one of your fragmented dreams, “Glori?”

Gandalf again nodded then stepped back at the first of the walking men coming down the hill nearing you to call out, “Thorin, come meet an old friend of mine.”

Thorin’s brow raised and then dropped into a tight furrow as you stepped forward granting him a glimpse of your ears. “We do not have time for tale sharing with your Elven alliances.”

Ronan eyed you carefully then said, “You are an Elf then. Hmm. Perhaps your Elves are more terrifying than ours.” The comment making Gandalf’s lips part for a moment.

Thorin looked over the rest of your group while the youngest of the group in blonde and dark brown hair peered around him calling out, “I didn’t know Elves came in blue and green!”

Gandalf sighed saying to you, “This is Thorin Oakenshield, King of Erebor. We are on our way to reclaim his homeland, the Lonely Mountain, from a dragon.”

Wanda chortled and Gamora swatted her on the shoulder as Thorin cried out, “This is a mission of secrecy! Spare the Elves our goal or they shall take it for themselves!”

Flatly at that you stated, “My name is Nieninque, or Nin. Call me Elf again and I’ll knock you on your ass. I don’t want your damn mountain, I am looking for my Husband and Son, a task I find a bit more important than your foolish errand.”

“Foolish-!”

Beside him his pale haired cousin patted his shoulder, “Cousin, she is in search of her family. That one has quite a war hammer. A great aid to our security. The others seem, sure of themselves.”

Ronan tightened his grip on his hammer in a deep inhale as Thorin sighed and looked you over, “Where did you lose your kin?”

Gandalf cut in saying, “Lady Nieninque’s kin is from Gondolin, her Husband is from Doriath however, they are along our way. Until then we should simply merge paths.”

Thorin eyed you all adjusting the bags on his back, “We do not have time to linger on, without steeds we’ve a great distance to cover.”

Turning your head you eyed Ronan as he mumbled in Kree, “Should we aid them with our hovercraft?”

Your head tilted to the side, “Worst thing we end up ditching them along the way.”

From his pocket he drew his communicator and issued the order to send down the hover bikes stirring hushed conversation between the Company who all gasped and stepped away at the five hover bikes with open carts behind them. Thorin eyed them and the bald man by his side asked, “What sort of sorcery is this?!”

Gamora, “Sorcery? These are Kree hovercraft.”

Gloin, “And just what would that be meaning young Lass?”

Withholding your sigh you reached out to pat Ronan’s shoulder, “Kree is a race, Ronan here is commander of our forces and these are hover bikes. With them we can cover more ground in a day than any horse you can find.”

The smallest of their group inched out peering up at you curiously and said, “We should give them a try.”

His statement was answered with glares from the others and the youngest with dark hair blurted out, “So, Kree are blue?”

The blonde looked to Nebula, “You’re Kree too?”

She plainly replied, “I am a Luphomoid.”

The blonde blinked and his brother looked to Nebula who said, “My race is Zen-Whoberis,” she tapped Korath’s shoulder, “My brother Korath is Kree.”

Their mouths dropped open and Korath answered their question, “Kree can be blue, pink, black or pale like Nin.”

Thorin looked at you all, “How did an Elf end up with all these, odd, races?”

His eyes focused on you and you said, “My home was attacked, I was taken through a portal by these chain snake like creatures.” Their brows furrowed seemingly knowing what you were speaking of, “I awoke on a ship, I tried to flee and ended up on a smaller ship, where Ronan’s people found me. Then I proved less useful when I refused to aid them in their breeding research and they ordered me put down.” At that the men gasped and Gandalf’s beard bristled through smoke subtly escaping his ears pooling under his hat, “But Ronan claimed me as his daughter and I have been serving the Kree ever since.”

Dwalin, “His daughter?”

Gloin, “I suppose they do both have purple eyes.”

Gandalf eyed him curiously, “And your hopes in her finding her kin?”

Ronan turned his head to the old man, “I have a grandchild in these lands. I wish to see just how much of the terror he inherited from his mother.”

Gandalf whispered, “Terror-?”

You looked at him, “It’s a compliment for Kree. Ronan is the third highest in command for the Kree, to have a terrifying child is expected.”

Thorin eyed you both then looked to Wanda and then Pietro, who you grabbed in his racing path around the men, who gasped seeing him as you said, “Return the dagger,” then you shoved him towards Bombur, who accepted his dagger back with a stunned glance.

Thorin, “Your son, we did not even sense him.”

“Not my son. They were in the base we infiltrated before the explosion that turned them into children again, should wear off in a few days. The explosion sent us to this world.” You looked to Gandalf, “Which is called?”

Gandalf, “In a whole, this is Middle Earth, though we are in the realm of Arnor just past Bree.”

Thorin narrowed his eyes at you and Ronan clarified, “When we found my Nin there were only bits and pieces of her former life in her memory. Took quite a blow to the head.”

Pointing at the carts you said, “If you will climb in the carts we can get going to, where again?”

Korath answered for you, “I believe they called it Erebor.”

You nodded and the smallest of their group grinned up at you saying, “I, for one, would be eager to try out these hovercraft of yours.” He said raising his bag up over the wall while Korath opened the back door so he could climb onto it and take his place in the front corner.

Curiously as you eyed them you asked, “So, if I am an Elf, then what are you?”

Gloin replied, “We are Dwarves.”

You nodded and then Bilbo held out his hand to you that you accepted to shake, “Bilbo Baggins, I am a Hobbit.”

With a grin you replied, “Pleasure to meet you.” Walking to the bike in front of his cart at the dropping of his hand while the Dwarves split up to fill the carts behind Gandalf and the twins, settling their bags around them as the rest of your group joined you on the bikes.

Behind you Thorin asked, “How do these craft of yours work?”

A soft giggle was all he heard as you kick started the bike that glowed in a pale blue and rose from the ground urging the Dwarves to cling to the edges of the sealed carts. A gentle jolt forward came after a confirmation of the direction needed and off through the green you soared over the rippling tall grass under you stirring awed chuckles from the men behind you in your increasing speed.

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Distant peaks came clearly into view and through the bands of trees and planes you whizzed by following the path granted to you. Even storms brewing in the distance didn’t seem to trouble you at all with the shields around your hovercrafts and at the dropping of the sun from the sky your skin started to glow drawing the twins’ eyes to you along with Bilbo’s in awe when you stopped at a small ring of rocks. A small square object was drawn from a pouch on Nebula’s hip she tossed between them popping up into a self rising metal tent. Leaving the crafts outside you left under a second tent you made your way into the tent stunning the men at the simple kitchen and plumbing set up.

Curiously the men eyed the tent with a few of them tapping the sides with their knuckles and axes testing what sort of metal it could be. Behind them Korath stated, “It is a simple alloy. Lighter and far more resilient than silver.”

Thorin eyed your group as they set their own bags as you peered out the tent opening to inspect the growing storm, “It seem sour cultures could learn a great deal from one another’s.”

Blindly you listened in while trying to mentally decipher what this tingling was in your abdomen, “A reach back at the first flash of lightening, you tapped the door knot in the wall to close the tent in your turn, your fingers unhooking the armored suit that rippled open down your back easing your tug on it. Wide eyed the men watched your bare shoulders coming into view, making to turn until they spotted the strapless top covering your ribs. Around your waist it bunched up and when you reached your bags your foot was propped up aiding in the removal of your boots freeing you to shift the suit off from over your skintight shorts. On its own the suit folded up and from your bag you drew out a pair of jeans and a tank top you pulled on before adding your boots again.

Up to your side Bilbo bounced starting up his string of questions on what you remembered of your former homes as he joined you to sit along the wall stealing glances of the striped and Kree rune patches along the collar of your armored leather jacket.

A simple nights sleep you stood watch on in alongside Gandalf, who took the chance to share more about this world and who you had left behind in a silent mental conversation. A simple conversation that lasted merely a few minutes once you put your telepathic abilities to use to soak up all he knew. The remainder of the night you stood outside the door to the tent in the shadow of the roof peering out into the distance with your arms crossed trying to ignore the cramping in your hips.

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Each night you drew the short straw on watch on purpose at your lack of sleep. The tent was welcomed on stormy nights but the men preferred to sleep in the open when able. Quietly you would sit up staring off into the distance over the dancing grass slowly stirring back memories of your childhood. The tall blondes in your life seemed to flood into your every thought between the usual rowdiness of the twins who seemed to rival the young Princes on near everything.

Two months came and went and finally the Twins were glad to be fully grown again and Wanda no doubt took her reclaiming of stature to try and train with Nebula and Gamora no doubt leading to heated arguments when their physical bouts bled into intellectual ones. More and more you seemed to set yourself apart only bringing Ronan to your side even more when not driving.

But for now you had a short break, a wish to let off some steam from the nonstop fighting brought you to the nearby stream. Dipping your hands into the cool water you raised up smoothing it over your neck with a sigh, at the drop of your hands and the shrug of shoulders the jacket around you drooped free to your fingers then you set it aside.

The argument carrying over from the main campsite came to an abrupt halt when the trio of women saw you raising your shirt to smooth your hand over your pronounced stomach. Beside you Ronan teleported back from the ship hovering above you with a net of sensors in his palms. Knelt beside you he eased them around your belly and eyed the holographic projection playing the heartbeat for the infant you were carrying Ronan rotated for a full inspection while lowly whispering, “The parasite my people assumed you to have must have been a child.”

Turning your head you said, “But I can’t be pregnant.”

His head tilted, “Perhaps your kin is able to breed asexually.”

Deeply you sighed while he eased the sensor net off that was teleported back aboard the ship filled with the data from your scans, a ruffle from the trio passing through a patch of tall grass drew your eyes to them. Wanda, remembering Pietro’s plans to ambush you in the morning to test your fabled strength, asked, “You are pregnant?”

Gamora shook her head, “This is not possible.”

Nebula looked to Ronan, “What does the blood work say?”

Ronan, “Our men are testing it now, original tests showed a foreign sample for the father. Unless her kin have a startlingly long gestation period of centuries it is baffling.”

Gamora nodded, “We will ask the Bilbo.” Turning abruptly she went off to learn about your race while you covered your stomach again and accepted Ronan’s help to your feet and into your jacket again. A packet of rations for breeding Kree was handed over to you, one tear later you were pulling the clumps of rice like food out to pass between your lips on the path back to the Company.

Cross legged around Bilbo the sisters settled where Gamora stated, “We are having a discussion.”

Nebula, “Perhaps you could settle this for us.”

Bilbo nodded, “Of course.” Off to the side Pietro’s lips parted as Wanda shared what she had seen stirring a groan from him at the lack of targeting you again.

Gamora, “You are smaller and younger than these Dwarves, we were wondering about your reproductive differences as well.”

Gloin moved closer asking, “Just why might that matter have stirred up?”

Nebula turned her head to face him, “We are naturally curious of other races. Kree explore and study races they come across.”

Dwalin gruffly butted in, “No doubt like Miss Nin was ‘studied’ by them.”

Gamora looked to Gandalf, “You seem to be an expert on races, perhaps you could answer our inquiry.”

Gandalf chuckled, “From my experience Men carry for nine months, Hobbits carry their young for a year, only a few months shorter than Elves and Dwarves take four years for their young to be ready to join their kin.”

Ronan settled beside you on a fallen log through Nebula asking, “What of asexual reproduction?”

Gandalf, “Asexual?”

Nebula, “Meaning the woman can conceive on her own. Without intercourse.”

Gandalf grinned and nodded, “Yes. Elves and Hobbits especially are able to conceive when they are destined to. It is part of their bond between Ones.”

Ronan, “Ones?”

Gandalf, “Two souls destined to meet and share their lives together.”

Ronan, “Ah, that would make sense. They are immortal in your words, why would they not be mating pairs.”

Gamora, “Are there any markers for these children conceived alone?”

At that Gandalf flinched his eyes to you and then back again, “It is hard to say. Hobbits have dreams with images signaling the event.”

Ronan, “Elves do not sleep.”

Gandalf chuckled, “Not in the way you do. We have a sort of trance we enter into to refresh our bodies. Though Elves when at peace can choose to rest their bodies in a natural sleep cycle or fall into true sleep, which could last days. That is how they commune with the Valar when called.”

Instantly at the chance to bring him up Gloin delved into the retelling of how his son came into the world and your mind tried to slip off only to draw back at Gandalf’s mind tapping yours. “You are with child then?” In your silence he added, “When you were taken you were with child. It has been seen before that Eru has taken the soul of an unborn child to be returned to their mothers after wars have ended to protect both mother and child.”

“Seems like a logical explanation. I was taken.”

He looked you over, “What else do you remember of how you were taken?” After a soft inhale you replayed all you remembered and paused with brows furrowed at the focus of his questions on the ring he spotted in your adjusting of the chain that had grabbed onto your braided ponytail. “Where did you find that?”

“A creature near one of the portals we found was wearing it. It seems to have some sort of cloaking feature.”

Gandalf drew in a breath and shifted in his seat sharing the history of the ring to you, “-It must be cast back into the flames from whence it came.”

Subtly you nodded saying, “When we are on watch tonight we can fly to this Mordor and destroy it then.” A hint of a grin eased onto his face while you stole a glance at Ronan, who you had been allowing him to listen in to the conversation.

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Night fell and in awe Gandalf eyed the ship that carried you off into warp that dropped down over Mordor, absent of your presence at the concern for the transporter’s effect on your child. A simple stroll across the fiery ledge was covered by the ship opening fire on the hoards attempting to rush up towards Ronan, one toss later and he teleported back aboard the ship that carried him back again. Silently the pair joined the camp again with Ronan sharing what the city entailed while handing off another round of rations and your nightly supplements before settling at your side to sleep as Gandalf drifted off mentally.

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Softly snowflakes fell around you in the empty gardens you had once built, easily it grew in your mind at the memory filling out completely. Each handcrafted border and intricately placed stones to surround the now blanketed buds planted before the first snowfall to burst through at the first sign of spring. Between those were carvings you had crafted in hopes of adding to the whimsy of the place, none appearing to be of stone, always between breaths in their motions leaving the dozens of passers by since building this private haven to assume they were living. A grin spread onto your face that tilted back to a soft sigh of content followed by your soft hum.

After his packed morning of meetings the King strolled back to his apartment with mind fixed on you and his glowing ring wondering when you would reach out to him at last. A silent pull while he slipped mentally into a daze the private royal gardens shifted from lush and green to a slowly growing blizzard. Under his breath he whispered, “I should have known you would arrive with the snow.”

Five more steps and just past one of your statues he froze spotting you there beginning to twist in place for a moment until your eyes opened and your hands moved under your jacket. Right over a telling large bump your hands smoothed parting his lips in his next step out. Oddly dressed and a bit worn by his eyes you were here and still carrying his child, Eru had granted him that much.

Stepping out from behind the statue he caught your eye as your head lowered stirring a grin onto your face. But not just any grin, that same grin only he drew from you, after all these years it was still the same excited and slightly bashful yet determined grin from your first time in his parent’s shop. “There you are.”

After a weak exhale he replied, “Where are you?”

You shrugged again and his stomach twisted in his holding back a scream of agony not having you here fully, “I am not certain. We came across Gandalf in a field.”

Continuing to move closer he parties back, “We?”

“It’s sort of complicated.”

Rounding another planter he kept his eyes on you, “I have time.”

With a sigh you answered, “When I was taken, there are these people, the Kree, well they found me. And this one named Ronan adopted me.”

Barely inches from you his hand rose at his body’s inability to keep from touching you after so long, “Adopted?”

His head tilted down and before you could answer his lips planted on yours, firmly he kissed you in his hungry ache, hands fisting into your hair and jacket drawing you flush against his chest.

A muffled utterance of “My King” broke open his eyes and drew his lips from yours, hoping to explain before drawing out of this waking dream his heart dropped at his blink leaving him back in his lush gardens staring blankly at the distant trees. Deeply as he shut his eyes again he exhaled then turned with eyes open to hear his message.

The letter in the Elf’s hands was handed over and through another sigh he turned the unaddressed letter over to split it open. Under furrowed brows he read the first line then spoke out to the backtracking Elf, “Find my son.”

Bowing his head the Elf turned and hurried off to find the Prince as the wide eyed King moved to the fountain off to the side he sat on the edge of feeling his legs going weak reading the full recap of the history you had given.

Two pages filled in the gaps for your centuries away stirring up his seething rage at your being captured and taken as specimen. Even passing the mentions of their intentions to use you for breeding, of which Gandalf made certain to clarify you refused entirely, his heart dropped knowing you had been sentenced to death and basically bought by this Ronan who led you into a life as a soldier. In the letter there was no mention of your being with child but the date in the corner clued him in that there had been ample time for Eru to grant you the chance to carry your second child to term finally.

Teary eyed Thranduil folded the letter and rose hearing Legolas approaching in a frantic trot from the Seamstress’ hall. Shirtless from a fitting for this years robe for the Feast of Starlight he joined his father’s side asking, “Ada? Has there been word of Naneth?”

Thranduil plainly stated, “Pack your things we are headed to Rivendell.”

Legolas’ lips parted unable to remember the last time they had left the Kingdom to travel anywhere but Lothlorien, “Ada?”

“Mithrandir found and is guiding your Naneth to Rivendell. If we leave by morning we can beat them there and escort her and her party back to our home.”

“Party-,” instantly he halted turning the King to look him over curiously, finding him with tear filled eyes mirroring his own, “Ada, what if Naneth does not recognize me?”

Thranduil exhaled and moved closer hugging his son tightly allowing him to burrow as much as he wanted against his chest returning the hug, “It has been centuries, you are fully grown now. Though I do not doubt she has spent each day dreaming of who you would have grown to be in her absence.” A pause later he added, “There is another piece of information I wished for you to know.”

Legolas inched back his head peering up at his father, “What is that?”

“Eru grated your Naneth a chance to carry your younger sibling to term.”

Legolas’ lips parted, “They were not born away from us then?”

Thranduil shook his head and folded around the Prince again in his elated tighter hug, resting his cheek on his son’s head he answered, “No. Naneth has faced a harsh life away from us. Eru was kind to hold our child until her return. We must remember to be patient in our reunion.”

Legolas nodded, “Yes.” Drawing back he grinned at his father stirring another tear down the King’s cheek at spotting hints of your special expression for him, “I will pack quickly.” Weakly Thranduil chuckled turning with the Prince to head up to their rooms, around them the curious Elves listening in rippled the word through the kingdom of the trip and why it was called for. Usually so reluctant to agree to anything without the King or Prince to remain behind to return their Queen and future heir they would pull together as long as it took and ensure the palace was immaculate when you returned home again.

Hundreds of miles away your blink returned you back again to a drizzle filled night watch with the men asleep in the tent behind you and Gamora whittling a stick at your side opposite the sleeping Ronan, both unaware of your mental trip at all.

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Through the halls you followed Ronan to where the others were waiting. Beside the main arch Peter stood with arms crossed and a childish pout on his face saying, “I demand to go too.”

You nodded, “Ok.”

His shoulders dropped, “Ok?”

You nodded, “Ok.”

With a soft exhale Ronan’s hand folded around yours and he mumbled, “Marshmallow.”

A smirk eased across your lips and you asked, “Who’s all going?”

Gamora, Korath, Nebula, Peter and Yondu stepped closer with eager grins at the trip to the candy shop. In an easy pop Peter squeaked again and rushed across the penthouse to hop into the seat Thor had just left to get a snack, eager to simply listen to the rockers that had finished sending out the message Tony had just broadcast live to the world confirming their safe return.

Curiously though Tony entered the room pointing at Ronan, “When did he get kidnapped?”

Ronan raised a brow, “I was not kidnapped.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed while Sam behind him did the same saying, “Ok, I’ve seen his films and he never sounded like that.”

Loki walked out of his room changed into a button down shirt and jeans eyeing the confused pair now joined by Pepper, all glancing at Loki when he said, “It’s a disguise.”

Tony raised a brow looking at Loki, now with blonde hair brushed back with short beard and mustache to match, “Why do you need a disguise?”

Loki shrugged, “Mess with the Midguardians.”

Sam chuckled pulling out his phone to snap a picture of you both before Gamora asked, “Will we need disguises as well?”

Nebula, “I do not wish to blend in.”

Korath, “Nor do I.”

You giggled saying, “You do not need disguises.”

Gamora nodded, “Good.”

Tony smirked saying, “I’m going too.”

He chuckled while Sam followed after him saying, “This is going to be good.”

In the elevator the pair grinned and Tony asked, “Where are we heading?”

“Candy shop.”

Sam slowly repeated, “Candy, shop?”

You nodded and Ronan replied, “We are in search of Thin Mints and something called Licorice.”

Loki adjusted the rolled sleeve above his elbow, “I am personally searching for Jujubes.”

Korath, “My Father prized Red Hots. My brother and I used to see who could handle the most.”

Nebula, “Who won?”

Korath, “He held 25 on his tongue, I held 20.”

Gamora, “Ah.”

Korath smirked, “Then he threw up.”

Nebula glanced at Gamora who sent her a challenging glance in return while hearing, “I could beat you.”

Gamora, “You have no taste buds, that is obvious.”

Nebula, “If I had I would still beat you.”

Sam grinned as Tony led the way out to the street leading the way to the large candy shop a few blocks over. In a glance up however you spotted the ship in the distance a little boy was pointing at. Turning your head to look down again you caught the wink from Loki making you smirk at him in return while a finger on his hand looped around your pinky finger.

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The two story building that was painfully empty and looking far from frequented was run by an overly eager shop owner who practically fell off his ladder dusting his jars of candy to ask how he could help you. Just like children the trio behind you rushed through the shop while Ronan answered the man’s question of, “How may I help you?”

Ronan, “Thin Mints.”

The man nodded waving his hand to the right, “This way, full display in stock.”

Ronan grinned seeing the boat shaped display, “My Mother will enjoy these greatly.” He turned his head asking, “Licorice?”

You grinned at him telling the shop owner, “We’ll take all these.”

The man all but fainted at your comment then said, “Licorice would be this way.”

As soon as he saw the jars of licorice Ronan chuckled leaning in, “It does resemble our ships.” He glanced at the man, “We will take all your licorice.”

A sharp alarm sounded from Tony’s pocket making him draw out his phone then glance at you, “Um, Jaqi.” He flashed you view of his phone showing the comic convention in California with among the stars headlining was Lee Pace with a small set of ships crashing into the parking lot outside with Nifiri rushing through the cars towards the building.

“Of course, idiots. Tony buy the man’s stock, all of it.”

“I’m docking it from your pay!”

“Tony, you and your father have never paid me a dime since Stark Industries opened in 1940.” His lips parted as Sam’s did through his glare at the mogul, “Buy the damn stock.”

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Within an instant you were in the parking lot passing Ronan his hammer while Loki drew out his daggers. With a wave of your hand two ships were gone while the others took out the other ship ceasing the screams for a moment until another ship crashed into the other side of the building. Another pop later stunned screams came from crowds stunned to see the stars racing alongside a stranger through the fleeing masses only finding the building being sealed by an invisible shield.

“HEY!”

The Nifiri growling in his race towards the stunned Hobbit cast sped up bidding you to do the same drawing your scepter out taking out a number in the distance while Loki split into ten of himself. And Ronan took out the next few trying to jump through the hole in the far wall with an energy blast from his hammer. On his feet Lee stood in the center of the cast behind the line of guards with an open mouth mumbling, “That’s my face.”

Though his jaw dropped wider in your running leap to take out the Nifiri charging at the group, breaking his neck then starting on the next one. Another wall was broken and the guards split up the actors into smaller groups while you and Loki hurled the rubble back at the invaders and cut down the rest. Ducking under the table behind you your foot rose knocking the table upwards as you laid flat letting the table shatter over you at the gun blast hitting the table. A tilt of your scepter took out that Nifiri and the two behind him. The beam from above crashing down at the blast one of them let off while falling was avoided at your roll out of the way into a crouch beside a familiar frame.

“Now, you-,” Your head turned and you locked eyes with Lee Pace behind the rubble of a chunk of wall, “You’re not my marshmallow.” You mumbled then stood up glancing around until you found Ronan. “Stay down.” You leapt over the rubble and raced over to his side taking out another two trying to ambush him from behind.

In the odd silence you felt Ronan’s hand smoothing the collar of your shirt back over your shoulder after it’d slid to your elbow after eyeing the transmitter in his pocket, “My ship says they handled the rest of them.” Then pocketed his transmitter again.

With a nod you walked up to the stage and let out a whistle drawing the stunned crowds out to look at you and your forced smile. “Hi. Um, we’ve had a bit of a scuffle, just give me a moment and the building will be righted. Just move to the center and try to steer clear of the rubble.”

They all moved in towards the center of the room while Ronan hopped up on the stage beside you eyeing the actor now on his feet staring at him. Ronan glanced at you while Lee asked, “Why do you look like me?”

Ronan, “Is the mortal necessary?”

You glanced between them, “Yes, he is. Not for me, but for others. He’ll get over it.”

Lee looked to you, “I’ll get over it? He comes in with my face and starts killing aliens!”

Your head turned so you could talk to the confused crowds again only to have Lee step closer to you reaching out to grab your arm. Loki zapped a double between you and Lee with a dagger to his neck, “Don’t.”

Lee’s brow rose, “Tom? What are you doing with these two?”

Loki shook his head grinning, “I’m not Tom. And the Queen is speaking, so Shh.” He said lifting a finger to his lips.

Lee glanced at his costars mouthing, “Queen?”

A snap of your fingers later the crowd gasped at the building repairing itself like new with everything flying back into place with all the injuries on everyone inside healing. Richard Armitage behind you moved closer with his lips parted peering up at the intact beam and ceiling, “How did you do that? Your, Majesty.” he asked.

You glanced at him wetting your lips then said, “Closest answer I have for you to be able to understand is magic.”

Lee, “How come he gets to speak to her?”

Ronan, “That mortal addressed her properly.”

You glanced at Lee and said, “I doubt it would be safe for others on this planet to know who is visiting today. He needed a disguise. We’ll be gone by morning.”

Lee was about to speak when Loki added, “Better a famous face to draw attention in a positive way than ours in a negative one. Consider yourself lucky we are not Skrull, or we would have skinned you for the disguise instead of forming the illusion of it.”

With another forced smile after the crowds died down again when you claimed Richard’s microphone you said, “Hi. Um, show of hands, who has seen Men in Black?” Pretty much all their hands went up and you raised your scepter, “Good, just take a peak at the glowing blue light and you can get back to your convention and pleasant moods.”

All eyes were on the scepter that let out a blue explosion of light while Loki and Ronan closed their eyes. In the dimming light you passed the mic back to Richard before you zapped back again to the entrance of the candy shop finding Gamora and Nebula glaring at one another with large barrels of gumballs each making you shake your head, “Not gonna ask.”

Tony on the street got off his phone and he said when you came into view again, “Nice job on the convention center. I’ve been on the phone with Pepper, apparently my Dad saved an account under the name of Crocodile, whatever that means, you’ve never had a code name.”

You groaned rubbing your hand over your face, “We met when he was a kid. ‘See you later Alligator’,”

Tony nodded, “Ya, In a while Crocodile. Guess he never bothered to ask your name.”

“No, he did. Daily. Then he’d have two or three cocktails.”

Tony nodded flicking a card out of his pocket vision had flown out to him after finding, “Here, for your paychecks. Pepper is seeing to the name change.”

In a glance back into the shop while Korath teleported back from the ship you spotted the beaming near tears candy man and told him, “You just found a steady stream of customers.” Taking a business card from his counter you borrowed one of his pens and passed him the card, “Just give this number a ring when you’re fully stocked again.”

He nodded frantically holding the card as if it was gold, “Thank you! Come again!”

You chuckled following Korath out with the final barrel of candy while Gamora and Nebula teleported back again with eager grins asking, “Where next?”

“We have to stop at a book shop and then Pet shop.”

Sam chuckled, “What sort of pets are you looking for?”

Ronan, “Kitten.”

Sam raised a brow then glanced at you, “You wanted, books, candy and kittens.”

Ronan, “A kitten.”

“Long story.”

Sam’s head tilted and he said playfully, “Lead on Space Mom.”

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First you stopped at the book shop, another small shop rarely used where Ronan eyed the shop as you led him to the section on animals. Nipping at your lip you eyed the titles then grinned finding a book on birds you pulled off the shelf then flipped through it to the goose and showed it to Ronan peering over your shoulder. His finger tapped the page, “That is our Grempgfronk.”

You nodded, “Yup, Goose. Maniacal creatures.”

Ronan eyed the shelves saying, “We should buy these books too.”

Korath started to gather up as many as he could carrying them to the desk with Gamora and Nebula doing the same making the man at the desk tear up while Loki levitated the rest over saying, “We’ll most likely be back later for more.”

When completed you made your way down to the corner pet shop where you named all the creatures you could until Ronan leaned forward peering into a plexiglass pen with a set of mismatched kittens meowing as they climbed over one another. “These are kittens?”

You nodded and he looked at Korath, who had raised one in his hands holding it to his ear, “It resonates at a frequency when you hold it up to your ear.”

“It actually does that when it’s content.”

You glanced at Ronan when he held one up to his ear then gave you a challenging glare, “This proves nothing.”

You nodded with a smirk, “Of course not.”

He set the kitten down as Korath had when the sisters had stolen a listen on kittens of their own as their leader said, “These are not suitable enough a gift for my Keeper.” He turned leading you out of the shop leaving the incredibly confused staff talking amongst themselves while Sam pouted following Tony after you all back to the tower wondering why Ronan hadn’t let any of you pick a kitten.

With Peter and Yondu with you your group zapped back to the ship that was headed back for a stop in at Hala for the handoff of treats and refilling of supplies as Yondu and Peter were zapped back to their ship. It only took a few hours before Loki was back on Asgard when you passed it leaving you to head back to your room to drop heavily into your bed with belt and shoes beside the bed.

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While you slept the proud warrior free of your illusion delved into more than a couple of your books looking over the various forms and breed of cats trying to find one worthy enough for his Keeper. Once the main traveled distance and sharing of later attacks were through again he returned back to his room. Kree laws were clear, they had been victorious in battle so he must honor that by sleeping in the blood of his enemies. Below the surface however he kept his mind on all the different breeds of cat he had read about.

A signal drew him from his blood pit, steadily the blood trickled across his skin back into the pit on his path to his shower. Washed, dusted and dressed again he went straight to his command chair to greet the Ambassador in his return at the docking station. Fully welcomed Ronan readied to go off ship, in his link with you he felt your need to rest so he left alone with the barrel of thin mints hovering beside him. Each candy left had been split among the rest of the crew for their own liking. A short relaxing trip on Hala was what the crew needed, all joining the other crews that had joined in on the fighting  eagerly spreading the recordings of your battle among their people, all of whom glad to have such an ally in their hatred of the Nifiri.

Upon return he walked steadily into your room with a shimmering furry cactus coated in varying colored flowers he carried into your room and set it beside the bed. Standing by the bed he watched you roll over facing away from him, covers pushed down to your waist your hand was blindly reaching for. Leaning down he eased off his boots to leave quietly by the bed soon covered by his shirt he removed he slid into, flattening out behind you and raising the covers as he did. Sliding his arm under your head his other laid over your side holding you close to him while his forehead nestled against the back of your head.

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A loud honk filled the room and lazily you rolled onto your back curiously peering at the plant by your bed. Upon closer inspection you spotted the note propped against it, blank until you picked it up, reading,

“A token towards the next of our many adventures.

Your Purring Warrior and reluctant Marshmallow.”

Chuckling weekly you sat up brushing the covers down as you sat up, setting the note back, “I suppose they are very sentimental cacti for the Kree.” Mumbling to yourself on the way to the door that opened before you revealing Gamora.

Her hand moved and you saw the tray of food floating behind her, “I apologize for waking you, however Ronan ordered us to ensure you were eating.”

“Ah. How was Hala?”

Gamora followed you to your bed where you sat on it again curling your legs in front of you focusing on the oddly bubbling mixture of what looked like onions, beans and turnips while you raised your spoon saying, “I will never get used to the differences in food for all the cultures I’ve seen.”

Weakly she chuckled then eyed your cactus, the furry coat shifting colors distracting her from her next task until she heard a throat clear in the doorway from another Kree attendant. “Ronan should be back from on board later today.” Gamora nodded turning back to the door to see to her duties while the passing Kree in varying shades of grey, blue and the rare pink one from the kitchens stole a glimpse into the room, all focusing on the cacti beside your bed until the door shut again on its own.

On the tray you left the empty dishes and watched it float away back to the kitchens leaving you to read a bit before you slipped back into another nap. Snug under your covers you nestled until a furry face rubbed against your forehead, but it was the barb covered tongue sliding against your skin over your eyebrow forcing your eyes open. Wide eyed you stared at the tiger cub that let out a dying attempt at a roar when a grey fluffy jaguar cub pounced on it then onto your lap when you sat up. Inhaling deeply you brushed the covers back and picked up the pair playfully rubbing their faces on your chin and neck in your path through the ship.

Straight to the command room, one of the three rooms you knew on this ship, you passed the Kree along the way all nodding their heads to you with smirking glances at your gifts trying to roar in your arms. At the door you eyed the line of Kree in what appeared to possibly be lab coats exiting the room with respectful bows of their heads and glances stolen at the cubs. When they had passed you walked into the room seeing the stacks of books around Ronan’s chair with the Warrior smirking inside it on your approach, proudly stating, “I see you found my gifts.”

A few feet away you asked, “Why was there a tiger and leopard cub in my bed.”

“You wanted kittens and I got you the best.”

You blinked a few times saying, “There’s a difference between kittens and cubs.”

He nodded, “Yes, these are far superior. Especially for hunting. My Keeper gets the best.”

“Ronan, you can’t just take these cubs, their species are near-,”

“Extinction, I know. We have scoured the wild collecting a group of each of your extinct species and plants and rehoused them in perfected habitats on the empty southern Moon of Hala for a safer habitat for their breeding. Terrans are destroying their own creatures while bickering on how to supposedly save them. These were found on our scavenging, their parents were in cages with the Terrans stabbing at them with spears. I did not know if you preferred stripes or spots so I chose these for you and sent their parents along to the breeding moon.”

“How-,”

He smirked, “You will find Hala quite unrivaled in creating flawless ecosystems for such circumstances. I especially focused on the pandas, Loki mentioned you enjoy them. We are working on the oceanic habitats to save those precious coral reefs and these whales of yours. Some of our scientists believe it best just to take a group of everything, plants, animals, insects to recreate it fully.”

“Why did you do this?”

Leaning forward his hand settled on your thigh guiding you closer to him with a soft grin on his face, “You enjoy the creatures of Terra, which the mortals are destroying and hunting to extinction. I treasure your smile so my people have agreed to this task of preserving these creatures. Asgard normally would object in these matters but Loki has asked for a trade,”

“What sort of trade?”

“We have a Dwarf planet orbiting Hala, they wished to build a, fortress, of sorts there.”

“And, you’re ok with that?”

He nodded, “We have not had war with their kind in centuries and well, we are bound and you are their Queen. What better way to mark the allegiance. We protect one another.” You nodded and he eased you onto his lap stroking the leopard’s head purring, “Are you not pleased?” Leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“The cubs are both adorable, and as for the moon and Dwarf planet, I don’t know what to say, a thank you isn’t enough.”

He chuckled lowly watching as you began to pet the cubs rolling onto their backs in your lap, again he purred while stroking a finger along your cheek, “Which do you prefer? Stripes or spots?”

“They are both equally as adorable. I can’t decide.”

He nodded and chuckled, “Either way, we have a vast supply of, they are called, mice and rabbits, for them to hunt on board, hone their skills and when they are a bit larger our scientists are working on communicator collars so you may converse.”

“Talking-. You do realize these animals create a great deal of waste.”

He nodded, “Also makes a great fertilizer, where their urine, surprisingly enough is one of the rarer chemicals required for the trickiest of our power cells. Drones have been programmed to clean up after them and those in the wild for a safer source than drilling into collapsing suns in the far quadrants.”

“Well it’s not the first time urine has been used as a power source.” You mumbled.

His finger turned your chin to look at him again while the leopard climbed up onto his shoulder and rubbed its head against his cheek, “Anything you need or want I will ensure we collect it and it will thrive on this ship until our leave year.”

“Leave year?”

He nodded, “Every twenty years we are granted a leave year and our ships are docked on Hala for that duration. When you are willing I could give you a tour of my home. It is quite spacious. Plenty of room for your cubs. If you are not pleased with it I will rebuild it.”

“You’re, asking me to live with you?”

“How else would I care for you? Your belongings could easily be transported from Terra.” Unable to say anything you lowered your gaze to the tiger cub in your lap stretching to lick your chin and you stroked his head and looked to the screen lighting up.

After an odd chime you were seeing the Kree in silver jackets roughly talking to Ronan with a rather irritated looking baby Rhino in the background nudging the scientist’s leg until a pink Kree bent to pick it up making it call out. When placed into a floating cart it huffed and butted its head against the barrier around it until another smaller one was placed beside it. Next a flock of emu and ostriches were led next by a group with armored shields guiding them along through a portal door soon followed by a whole herd of adult female elephants coated in scars with babies between their feet and five scarred bull elephants behind them walking without any urging at all.

Ronan gave his answer and the screen shut off freeing him to grin at you again, “Phase two of collecting all land species has begun it seems. Ahead of schedule, a great deal are willing in search of food.”

Another chime sounded and Tony’s face popped up on screen with Bruce behind him and Sam easing into the picture behind him, “Jaqi, your boyfriend is stealing our animals. Candy is fine, but those are endangered species! Peta is pissed!”

“Peta can suck it.” At that Bruce chuckled while Sam laughed out loud.

Ronan, “Your people refuse to save these creatures and treat them humanely. Clearly your breeding and protection procedures are laughable. We will see to their rejuvenation.”

Tony blinked at him then wet his lips planting his hands on the desk asking in disbelief, “You’re, you’re saving the animals? Really? Fury says you’ve tried to destroy our planet before, and now you’re trying to save our animals, what do you get out of it?”

Ronan flatly replied, “Jaqi enjoys Terran creatures, I will not allow you Terrans to destroy them. Consider this your warning, any further depletion of these species you have claimed as near extinction and my people will remove them all from your planet to our protected habitats. We are collecting your land species now, you will be seeing our explorations of your oceans to do the same in those next.”

Bruce, “You’re copying our oceans too?”

Ronan, “From the surface to ocean floor.”

Bruce, “No one’s been that deep.”

Ronan, “Our technology is superior to yours.”

Bruce, “I’m not debating that,” he wet his lips, “When you’re done scouring the oceans, could we get a copy of that data. We only know, 10%, if that of what’s down there.”

Ronan nodded, “Yes. And we will keep you updated on the population data as time passes. It seems quite a number are already settling in nicely to their new homes.”

Tony, “Could you take the mosquitoes too?”

Ronan flatly replied, “No, we did not see a use for them so we eradicated them before claiming the other creatures. Easily replaced by more tolerable food sources for the animals without spreading disease.”

Tony, “You killed off the mosquitoes?!”

Ronan, “And already your bees are thriving on our planet, we estimate a doubling in number by months end.” Ronan glanced at you again feeling the gurgle of your stomach about ready to growl, “We will keep you informed. I must go.” He ended the video chat instantly kissing your cheek again helping you to your feet with hand raised to claim the cub on his shoulder to hold against his chest saying, “You are hungry.”

He paused when you turned and rose onto your toes, folding a finger under the neck of his chest plate pulling him into your reach to kiss his cheek, stirring a smirk across his lips, “Thank you for the cactus.”

He raised a brow, “Cactus?”

“The, furry potted cactus you gave me?”

“Ah, the token. It is not called a cactus. When we reach our leave year as per tradition you may plant it where you will on my land. As we grow so shall it.”

A grin spread across your face only to pause at his lips meeting yours, “That is so sweet.”

“Your cactus are sweet? We do not eat our tokens.”

“No, it-,” you kissed him again, “Figure of speech. Just, thank you.”

He nodded, “Of course. There are other markers, though those do not flourish off planet, and so will have to wait until we settle there.”

“Food first, we can talk about moving in and traditions later.”

He smirked stealing another kiss, “Yes, food, and while we eat we can watch your cubs on their first hunt.”

You raised a brow following him, only to find in the mess hall a small maze like pen you set them into while Gamora and Nebula arrived with a pair of mice they set free in the pen instantly perking up the cubs ears and making them crouch in their slow creep in to their first pounces. All around you caught the pleased smirks on the faces of the Kree stealing glances of their own at the learning cubs. Shaking your head you focused on your odd meal completely unaware of Tony’s flurried creation of posters and buttons bearing Ronan’s face spouting off orders to save the bees, whales and other endangered species as an edited clip of Ronan’s orders concerning the creatures of the planet.

Threat or not everyone was eagerly awaiting news of how the aliens had rehoused their creatures and affected the populations in the new habitats. Needless to say, Peta was pissed, but what could they really do against the Kree Empire, who was far less interested in ads and posters, skipping straight to the solution of the problem, removing humans altogether and allowing the animals a clean environment to resettle in and begin anew. Ignoring the strange feeling the unmatchable gifts left you with you returned to bed with your Warrior shadowing you still with cubs in hand ready to share yet another of his plans with you.

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Tangled under your sheets the distant cry of terrified Qixuian sprinting through the streets of their city calling out the name they had dubbed you upon the first visit you had stopped here with young teen Loki to end an attempt at planning an attack on Asgardian base planets not far from theirs. This planet had since then became the place you would always sneak away to when you wished to be alone together until he was able to teleport to you at will. Though this time you had remained alone for good reason. In the time Loki was aiding in silencing the bitter beginnings of a war stirring up between Jotuns and Asgardians you remained here for the safety of the child you were expecting. Rounded and shifting your belly made it difficult to get up, but once you did you groaned and made your way to the streets from your gifted home.

In the sky a familiar ship came into view, at the start of your pregnancy you had refused to train a giant raisin of a creature who wished to gain powerful enough to defy death, far from understanding you were in fact considered the living embodiment of the vastly feared entity claiming all. That refusal spiraled him down a path he could not reverse from and now you felt every inch of your body fuming in an endless rage at the fact you now had to face him while these people fled to their bunkers and that this puny being brought an army to your haven.

Ships started to descend and wither away as your glow grew. A darting of your eyes to the side in the turn of your head brought Thanos and his smirk into your vision with something resembling a cannon in his arms the world seemed to still and yet you found yourself frozen in place feeling a final kick from your round belly. A tug of the trigger later you were at the bottom of a giant pile of rubble.

Heavy crunching steps later Thanos moved closer to the rubble growling out, “You should have accepted me as your pupil.” Moving closer his boot collided with a crumbled half of a block that partially crumbled while the rest flew away stirring a shift in the pile. With a brow twitching up he watched a glowing cask rise to the surface stirring a smirk onto his face, the purple glow pulsing around it luring him closer, “Ah, it seems I won’t be needing you after all.” His hand folded around the cask and he teleported back to his ship leaving you under the rubble.

In the aftermath you were found by the Asgardian forces and taken back to your chambers in the arms of the crying Prince leading them. Days he held you as you both wept and mourned for the child stolen from you, both swearing revenge one day. Centuries in various dimensions, alternate timelines and various underworlds you searched for any trace of what was stolen or the creature responsible. He could hide, but you knew one day he would stumble in his hiding path right into your sights, and there would be no escape or excuse enough to spare his life.

Again and again your hearts echoed, “Nothing matters anymore to me. Nothing but you.” Together you would find him and then you could finally heal your unspoken wounds for the lost heir never mentioned in the great golden kingdom except from those who had found you and the gate keeper always searching in hopes of easing your healing.

…

Deep in the depths of an alternate dimension in Hel, seated in the sunny empty city filled with tiny sheep like citizens filling it other than the slumped over form of the armor clad bald Asgardian laid basking in the sun growling under his breath to a butterfly fluttering above his head while Hel sat cross legged bouncing her foot with brow twitching between sips on her tea cup. Into the courtyard the giant purple figure entered with a grin on his face and cask tucked under his elbow out of sight of the intrigued pair. A vague banter began with the Titan trying to form a kinship with the pair only dividing them more as the pair knew he was up to something. Though with a possible escape at their hands they listened.

At the revelation of the cask to the pair they held back their instinctual fear knowing just who he had stolen, whatever that cask held, from. The creature responsible for locking them away when Odin found himself unable to do so in Hela’s quest for dominance. Yes he granted freedom, but at the price and who they would slight to gain it stirred a tremble in their souls at accepting it.

Thanos, “Aid me in opening this and I will set you free.”

Straightening up in her seat Hela eyed the cask and thinking back to the tale of how you had been birthed into this world she replied, “We cannot. To open that cask you must fill a planet with those who worship it.” His brow rose and she continued, “They must be completely devoted to that cask for it to open.”

Nodding his head Skurge joined in, “Yes. A typical Celestial trick. Full planet of worshippers and an Infinity Stone. Won’t open for less.”

Thanos released out a growling breath and turned to leave, the pair returned to their prior positions with a hint of a smirk now imagining the suffering he would endure at your hands when the path they had set him on easily bringing what he had stolen back to your attention.

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Centuries bled by and again Thanos found another planet bearing a Celestial. No matter what none he crossed paths with could open the cask and finally he would uncover the truth on how to open it. Into the sights of Ego he strut and came to a halt, though his attempts failed at gaining aid in opening his mysterious cask.

Thanos cut of the rambling Celestial crudely, “I came in seek of power! Not your ramblings!”

A chortle came from Ego and he tossed a small pink stone to the Titan before he waved his hand, “You want power, there. Take it and go, see how long you last before you are torn apart.” Turning his back on the Titan he vanished from sight while Thanos returned to Hel.

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Thanos, “I have the planet of worshippers, this Infinity Stone and now you will show me how to open this cask!”

Slyly Hela eased her propped up leg down and stood crossing to Thanos with a grin, “Of course, however we will be requiring something first.” Thanos’ brows narrowed and Hela’s shoulders twitched up in a brief shrug, “Merely a trinket to you, however, I will require it to regain my full power to aid in its opening.”

Thanos, “What trinket?”

“Merely a trifle, a mask, in the nation of Wakanda.”

Motioning his hand to the side Thanos allowed her to lead the way while pressing the cask into her chest, as his head neared her ear her eyes twitched wider feeling the heartbeat inside the cask, now knowing just what, or who rather, he had taken from you. In an impatient growl he said, “You have one day to retrieve your trifle.”

She nodded and guided Skurge through the vortex cradling the cask to her chest ensuring its gentle handling. Handed control of a small craft she piloted it out through the vast stretch of space in the opposite direction of her former home, no matter her former plans she would return your child to you and pay for the betrayal of her oath to remain in place until Odin’s death with her life if you wished it. Beside her Skurge took his turn cradling the cask, grinning widely at the pulsing from inside and faint giggle he heard at his reciting an old Asgardian tale all of their young learn.

…

Vast stretches of green came into view past a great stretch of barren dust coated lands until a hidden kingdom tucked in a band of trees grew around them with a few hours to spare until Thanos would come after them. No matter the defenses they attempted to raise the craft still broke through their borders and landed in the main field outside of the palace where they exited and walked towards the palace and growing number of Dora Milaje forming to block their entrance. A calm grin spread on Hela’s face in her continued approach ending ten feet from them to say in their language, “I am Hela, Princess of Asgard, and I order you to call for Death.”

Unsteadily they looked at one another and sent one along the end of their lines to alert their newly named King to the order while the others led the pair into the palace under heavy guard until the King would meet with them. Behind walls and sealed doors T’Challa listened to the order and without fail, as his father had instructed him continuously in his youth, if any called for Death then he would have to carry out the order.

Out of bed he scrambled to the etched panther mask on the wall his hand settled in and then shoved as hard as he could muttering the required words causing it to glow brightly while the golden eyes of Heimdall turned towards the kingdom as your message was relayed.

Through to the waiting pair he passed, finding them sipping on the tea offered they set down when he entered, his eyes falling to the glowing cask in Hela’s curled arm narrowing his eyes. A grin eased onto her face and she stated, “I apologize for my methods, though as you know none steal from Death, and I have discovered, something very dear to her.”

A silent glance at his mother on the fabled, now clearly named female, entity ensured his silence on that discovery to meet Hela’s gaze to ask, “Why have you come here?”

“I am not welcome on Asgard without her blessing. Your lands were the closest I could recall to my former location.”

“And why would you be welcome here by that reckoning?” Shuri called out on her entrance to the room from the doorway.”

T’Chala shushed her and turned back to the pair while Shuri leaned in to inspect the cask Hela eased her free hand over cradling it closer to her chest as he said, “Any ordering for Death will find safety in these lands until Death comes to answer their call and render its verdict.”

Hela smirked then eyed Shuri in her next lean in trying to decipher what she was holding.

…

In a sharp jolt from your dream your body coiled into a ball and tears flowed freely down your cheeks. The sudden wave of anguish and pain coursed through Ronan tearing him from his inspection of the lowest levels of the ship in a full speed race straight for your chamber. His fist collided with the knot on the wall outside and his body barely made it through the opening doors. In a reach up he removed his helmet and dropped it by your bed while the doors closed again blocking the view of the few curious Kree passing by. A jerk of the twisted covers tangled around your legs freed him to kneel behind you, wrapping his arms around you in his settling onto his side protectively nestling you against his chest. In a low hum he pled, “My Dear One, please stir.”

Firmly his forehead pressed to yours while in your stirring you nestled tighter into his arms, a few moments you wept and then eased up while he did. His hand rose wiping your cheeks feeling the warm streams across his own in sharing your deep rooted seemingly endless anguish. “What stirred this?” Leaning closer his forehead tapped yours urging your eyes to shut again at his soft, “Hmm?”

Again he wiped away your next tear and you softly stated, “You never asked me why I hate Thanos, so deeply.”

His forehead left yours to hum out, “He attempted to steal your tesseract.”

You shook your head and another tear fell, “You may hate me for not telling you this,”

His hand cupped your cheek and his eyes met yours in a comforting gaze, “I will never hate you. You are my Keeper, you are allowed your secrets and your past.”

Another tear rolled down your cheek and you stated after wetting your lips, “When Thanos escaped Titan in its dying breath he found me asking for lessons to gain power. I refused. I,” you wet your lips again, “The next time I saw him, I was pregnant,” at that final word he felt your anguish stir into a fiery rage now coursing through him in your low gritted admission, “He took my child from me. And when I find him, I am going to tear out his heart.”

Again his forehead pressed to yours in a silent agreement to join you in ensuring this would come about. “I will ensure you find him.”

A tilt of your head opened his eyes again as another tear rolled down your cheek, “We won’t have to wait long. In my sleep I discovered something. My brother gave him the stone he was gifted.”

In a growl at your building rage Ronan asked, “Where are we going?” Guiding your legs to the end of the bed helping you onto your feet when he cupped your cheeks saying, “I give you my word, we will get justice for who was stolen from you. And should you welcome it later I will sire you as many children you could ever yearn for.”

Unable to help it you smirked at him, “What a change. First you are guns out for revenge, and now you talk of justice. No doubt an entire clan of purring Celestials would be quite fearful of an idea to quite a few races.”

Leaning in his lips ghosted yours in a playful growl, “Let them fear us.” Gently at first his lips pressed to yours and in your eager lean into it he lingered until you pulled back at the sounding of a distant horn sounding. Lowly he growled out, “Our weapons have recharged and reloaded.” Gently he turned you towards your clothes and bent to claim his helmet wiping his own cheeks behind your back, “Where are we going?”

Tugging your jeans on you smirked back at him, “First Earth. My Nephew deserves to meet his father at least once before I tear him apart.” Leaning down you pulled on your sneakers and mentally shared with Loki what had happened. Smoothly you pulled your tank top lower over your middle and in his adding his helmet again you pressed your hand to his chest he laid his over yours saying, “Marshmallow, my Dear one.”

With a giggle you accepted the kiss he leaned in for, shielded his appearance and when Nebula, Gamora and Korath entered at your mental call you zapped the group all back to Stark Tower in Loki’s usual room. Through the door you led them down the hall and into the packed living room where Peter was seated beside Thor and Yondu. In a clear voice you called out, “Peter.” His eyes turned to you and his brows rose at the pause of their conversation, “I thought you’d like to meet your father before I kill him.”

At the kitchen counter on your right you caught Tony’s glass being lowered to it while Bruce’s mouth dropped open and Peter practically leapt up to join you, “Kill him? Wait, what, literally?”

You nodded, “Yup. I gave him one rule and he deliberately presses my patience.”

Peter, “But, kill him?”

With a giggle you settled your hand on his shoulder zapping you all to a distant planet, “When you meet him you’ll understand what I mean.”

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“Ego!” In a turn your silver haired brother turned with a grin.

“Sister! So great to see you again!” his grin dropped as you eyed the dead female Jotun at his feet narrowing your gaze, his free hand extended while the sleeping child in his other arm shifted with a soft coo, “No, no, I did not kill her!”

You nodded, “So if reanimate her she will defend that?”

His lips parted and then closed as you neared him reaching out, “Give me my nephew.”

With a sigh he relented, “I haven’t even been able to test him yet.”

You nodded cradling the infant in your arm and turned motioning your free hand, “Your son Peter.” Ego’s brows rose even in his glance from Peter back to you, “Do not kill him!” Your hand waved over the child’s dead mother raising her body to float behind you out to a small courtyard where you eyed his mother’s body with a sigh, “Pity, my father will not release her.” Your fingers waved and her body faded leaving you to peer down at the boy while Heimdall appeared beside you.

His head bowed to you and he stated, “My Queen, Wakanda called for you.” His eyes lowered to the infant in your arms. A bit lower he added, “It was Hela and Skurge.”

Your head tilted to the side and you raised a brow, “What-,” you shook your head and groaned, “I will handle that after this is over.”

He nodded eyeing the boy, “Queen Mother Frigga would be grateful to guard your nephew for the time being.”

A soft smile eased across your lips and you handed him over, “Thank you Heimdall.”

He bowed his head again cradling the boy to his chest then zapped himself back again to stroll from the Bifrost across the rainbow bridge to Asgard.

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By the end of the first half hour while you mingled with the group sharing about the planet and your brother you stood seeing Peter approaching you in an agitated mood, “I am not related to that, psychopath!”

“It’s only blood Peter. I’ll send you back.”

He looked you over, “Where’s the-,” back in Stark Tower he and the group waited as he mumbled, “baby?” he looked to Ronan, “What did she do to the baby?!”

Ronan looked him over, “He was delivered to Asgard. For safekeeping.”

Peter shook his head, “He doesn’t have any relatives on Asgard!”

Ronan’s head cocked and he stated as Thor neared them all curiously while he sipped on a beer, “Her husband Loki is there. His mother Frigga is tending to the infant.”

Thor glanced between the pair, “Excuse me, but, if I may, our mother died, years ago before I relinquished my place in line to the throne. And Loki is not wed.”

Ronan shook his head, “The guard Heimdall referred to a Queen Mother Frigga and perhaps the union was carried out in private or in your absence due to a possible objection.”

Thor, “Why would Loki not tell me about his wife and our mother?!”

Ronan, “Perhaps he is busy in overseeing the kingdom.”

Thor, “What?!” he asked with an amused chuckle, “Father would never grant him charge-,” he paused then set down his beer on the counter asking, “What happened to father?!”

Ronan shook his head, “I am unaware. On my only visit to Asgard Heimdall mentioned no sight of him and Jaqi seconded that observation.”

Thor, “He’s just, gone?!”

Ronan raised a brow, “Perhaps you should converse with your brother more often.” He stated moving towards the couch to sit down on the arm of it waiting for you.

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“Who else have you spoken to recently?”

Ego grinned tossing a stick he pulled from his cape away, “I’m not certain. Other than Jani when she brought my son, there was this purple fellow, something about gaining power.”

You nodded and his grin dropped as your eyes began to glow, “What rule did I give you?”

“Not to give away-,”

You nodded, “Do you know who you gave that stone to?! What he did?!” You asked as he back stepped away.

“Sis, you know I would never intentionally give it to anyone who would-,”

Sharply you shouted back glowing in a purple light as your veins darkened, “HE STOLE MY BABY!” instantly his mouth dropped open and relenting to your anger and seeing what he had triggered in you he gripped his chest plate and removed it remaining in place as your hand planted onto his chest disintegrating him and his entire planet self.

In a deep seeded echo you could hear your former lectures to your brother, “Checks and balances.” A line he often mocked yet as he felt himself being torn apart in your rage he saw truly what he had done. Hundreds of children and their mothers he had murdered while your lone child you had searched the expanse of space and time to find it again. Finally he saw it, finally he understood, your race could do unthinkable impossible things and where you could make the universe flourish his selfish plan had endangered millions.

Alone you hovered in the empty sector his planet once hovered in wiping the tears from your face and you zapped yourself back to Stark Tower where your eyes turned to Peter who recognized the glow from them making him stand and ask, “What did you do?”

“I gave him one rule.” Your eyes shifted back again and you glanced at Thor who was moving closer.

Peter, “What did you do to him?! Did you kill him?!”

“He’ll regenerate in a century or two.”

Peter, “Wait, what?!”

Your eyes turned to him and you stated, “We are mainly corporeal forms,” he nodded faking his understanding hoping you would continue, “Meaning we exist and choose to take physical form. Our bodies can be destroyed and we can form a new one.”

Thor waved his hand, “That can be discussed later, that one stated,” he raised a finger for each, “Loki is wed, Odin is missing, Loki is King and somehow my mother is alive?!”

You nodded and wet your lips, “You also have an older sister Hela who just broke out of the pocket dimension she was trapped inside in the deepest pits of Hel, who just summoned me in Wakanda.”

His arm moved and Ronan stood releasing a low growl at his arm extending to touch you, “At least tell me about my mother.”

You let out a sigh saying, “Before you were born, before Odin was born I formed a deal with her mother, a pupil of mine, to teach her first born daughter in return for eternal loyalty. Typical deal, though normally when I form a bond with my pupils, like my race their bodies can die but they live on until it is regenerated. When her body died her soul returned to me, I sped along the regeneration when Odin decided to take off and you left the throne empty.”

Thor, “You never said a word-.”

You huffed at him, “And you have rebuked your blood right to the throne and care of your people for your freedom on Earth. Checks and Balances Prince Thor! Checks and Balances. No throne can sit empty and no empire can fall without another to rise. You manage your own little path while I have to handle my days through the screams and pleas of the trillions of others in each universe I oversee! Now, if you will excuse me, I have already torn my brother to pieces I would like to hear your sister out before tearing her arms off again.”

…

At a tilt of his chin Loki watched Heimdall’s entrance with a child in his arms tearing Frigga’s attention from her conversation with Loki instantly triggering her mothering side. Bowing his head he smirked easing the boy into her arms at her reach for him, “Another nephew of Queen Jaqi’s.” His eyes scanned over the pair before continuing, “Hela has broken free.” Frigga’s eyes snapped up to him, “I am not certain how, though she is on Wakanda and has called for Death.”

Loki nodded then eyed his mother, “Who is Hela?”

She looked at him with a tearful gaze and whispered out, “Your older sister.”

Loki wet his lips and settled his hand on her shoulder, “I will meet her there.” A grin eased onto his face to comfort her, “I trust you. You will explain when you are ready.” Leaning in he kissed her cheek then stroked the boy’s cheek, “Focus on the boy. I doubt Ego has thought up a name yet, Jaqi might need assistance.”

She nodded and he joined Heimdall back to the Bifrost to be zapped to Wakanda where he eyed the guards on his casual stroll past them into the palace where he eyed the pair and Shuri, who was still trying to get a better look what Hela was holding. The Princess’ chin tilted and she looked Loki up and down only to greet Heimdall with a grin, “Heimdall, you haven’t aged a day.”

Heimdall plainly replied, “For good reason. I am a gate keeper.”

She nodded, “Charged with overseeing all the nine realms, I know.” Her eyes turned to Loki saying, “I know him, why has he brought you?”

“I am Loki, King of Asgard.”

Hela’s head tilted and her heart skipped at the release of her proud smirk, “What happened to Odin?”

Loki shrugged, “Father simply decided to travel one day after mother fell.”

“What? She is one of-,”

Loki nodded, “Yes, Death’s pupils, I know, she returned shortly after he left and our brother Thor passed the reign to me.”

Hela’s lips parted, “He abandoned the throne?!”

Loki’s head tilted and he grinned at her, “You truly have missed-,” his eyes lowered to the cask she left in her lap to smooth her hands through her hair brushing it out of her face, “Where did you get that?”

Steadily his breathing increased and she cradled it again, “I was given this, and I am returning it to her.”

Loki moved closer, “Give it to me.”

She drew her arms tighter, “I will release it only to her.” Loki inhaled sharply then his eyes rose to the flashing lights as an alarm sounded while Hela stood with a grin, “Good. He’s here.”

Loki’s chin tilted, “Who did you bring here?”

Hela grinned at him again, “Thanos.”

Loki sharply inhaled then lowly growled out by her side, “You have no idea-,”

Hela grinned at him cockily, “Thanos stole from her, broke us out and I intend to deliver him to her to face up for his crimes.” Loki clenched his jaws and her eyes narrowed, “Why are you so angry?”

T’Challa neared the group saying, “You called for Death. You said nothing of bringing an army!”

Loki growled back on his way back out of the palace with Heimdall behind him, “Trust me, the army won’t be standing for long. Just keep out of the way.”

Hela followed after him as Shuri stated, “No way we are standing by-,”

Hela cut her off catching her eye, “Do not interfere. Death will be along shortly for them.” Then kept moving on.

Shuri, “I told you not to trust them!”

T’Challa followed after them drawing his suit around his body, “We will give them a chance-,”

Shuri, “A chance to what?!”

At the sight of the ship dropping Chitari to fill the fields around the palace stirring the armies out to defend their kingdom with Thanos teleporting ahead of them. Strutting towards Hela Thanos called out, “I gave you one day.”

Behind her his eyes turned to Loki and she stated, “I found my mask as promised.”

He smirked, “Good, now open the cask.”

Behind her the full room of Avengers in Stark Tower appeared behind her halting his path as he heard your voice stating in a ominous echo, “Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to take things that don’t belong to you?” Fear spread across his face as his breath quickened at your next whisper, “You took something of mine!” In front of him in his turn to flee you appeared and jammed your glowing hand straight through his armored chest as you growled out, “Give me my stone!” Sharply you jerked your hand back holding his still beating heart in your hand stirring a smirk onto Ronan and Loki’s faces.

Waving your free hand Cerberus appeared smacking his lips hungrily at the heart still beating in your hands as you absorbed the stone that floated away from him that shifted to mist to be absorbed into your body as he fell to his knees. Tilting his head back you stated tauntingly, “So much for the all powerful Thanos. You wished for power,” your head tilted, “Well here it is,” your hand circled his neck and he groaned and wheezed for air uncertain how he was still alive and his heart was still beating in your hand, “Why is Hela here?”

In a broken gasp he hoarsely whispered back, “The cask.”

Still holding his neck in your grip your eyes turned to Hela in her step forward offering you full view of the glowing purple cask now pulsing in her hands, “He gave us this to open.”

Your eyes lowered to it and a tear rolled down your cheek shimmering as it streaked across your skin, whispering, “She’s alive.” Your eyes met hers and you said, “Give her to Loki.” Hela nodded her head and Loki turned to her accepting the cask instantly feeling tears fill his eyes at the giggling squeal coming from it stirring an awed gasp from him as he coiled around it to hold it to his ear listening to her heartbeat and giggles bringing Thor to his side settling his hand onto his brother’s back to listen in while Shuri’s mouth fell open.

Turning your attention back to Thanos while Ronan released a relieved breath that possibly your child had survived and watched as your grip on Thanos’ neck tightened and you drew him closer to you, “Would you like to know just what is you have been trying to open for so long?” Wordlessly the question lingered in his eyes and you stepped aside releasing his neck stating, “You’ve been running from Death for so long,” loudly he panted gasping for air in your turn to Loki as he moved closer to you holding out the cask that let out another giggle.

“Let me guess, you imagined what was inside for so long, I doubt you have paid attention to your lessons. One mainly being what happened on Morag.” Gently the cask was eased into your arm and you squeezed the heart in your other hand forcing Thanos onto all fours groaning lowly in pain. You turned to him, “The last time you visited me, you took my baby from me.” His eyes widened and fell to the cask in your arm, “And now I will wipe your forces and all of your allies out of this universe.”

Your eyes began to glow as you added, “You wanted to flee from Death and yet you came straight to my door. No one steals from me,” your hand tightened more inching him closer to the ground as the Chitauri began to disintegrate both there and on all of their ships and bases across the universe, “No one escapes Death. You wanted to be a god-.” Absently you tossed the heart at Cerberus the middle head snapped between its jaws and peered down at the glowing cask in your arm fading away revealing a glowing multicolored orb dimming to reveal your blue eyed raven haired daughter giggling up at you.

Still groaning on all fours Thanos felt every ounce of pain he had ever inflicted coursing through his body as Loki removed his cape with a tearful grin he gently wrapped around your daughter shifting it into a golden diaper and gown, accepting her from you to do so. Nearing you Cerberus sniffed at your arm and the two other heads lapped at the blood on your hand and arm while Thanos rasped out inching up, “All that, and yet heartless I am still breathing!”

His proud grin dropped at your smirk while your father appeared behind him, shapeless, merely an ominous shadow that wrapped around him swallowing him whole sucking him into Death’s halls leaving you to grin at Cerberus who was sniffing your daughter. Giggling up at him she nuzzled her head against his snout before he turned and trotted away fading out of sight while you accepted the toddler into your arms, “How are you little Melody? Rest well?” Again she giggled and squealed folding against your chest in your turn to look at Hela who was eyeing her affectionately between Loki’s strokes across her back and arms. “I haven’t forgotten you yet.”

She nodded her head while Skurge wet his lips anxiously, “I knew the risks of escaping, but I had to return the cask to you.”

With a sigh you stated, “One chance, don’t make me kill you.”

She nodded and looked to Loki, “I take it I am an aunt then, since Loki stated we are related?”

Thor looked at her, “You’re Hela, my sister?”

She looked him over, “We are related? You do not look like Odin.”

Thor looked her over firing back, “You do not resemble mother.”

Shifting your gaze you locked eyes with T’Challa, who bowed his head to you and you flashed him a weak smile speaking in his language, “I apologize for the trouble we have caused though an old debt needed to be paid. We will be leaving now.”

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Before he could nod you zapped all of you back to Stark Tower where your eyes shut for a moment and to save your energy Ronan’s disguise fell while Thor pulled Loki and Hela into the kitchen as you cradled your daughter.

Firmly Ronan’s hand settled on your back while everyone either went to listen in on the brothers and fix a meal for you all, over to the couch he had stolen you from he settled you down and sat beside you. Lowly he hummed by your ear, “I am pleased she is still alive.”

Looking your daughter over Gamora uneasily shifted on your feet and you stated, “Don’t give me that look. You had no idea…  I had no idea he had taken her cask.”

Nebula, “She is healthy, after being in that cask so long?”

Your eyes met hers and you nodded, “Like me she does not require a physical form, merely needed a nudge to complete hers to how it would have been had I given birth naturally.”

Korath, “I take it you will be dwelling with your husband now?”

You looked up at him, “If there’s a rule against having her on board most likely.”

Ronan hummed leaning in to stroke his finger along her hand that folded around it turning blue in her look up at him parting his lips, “Your children are always welcome on my ship.” After a pause when her eyes flashed to fully red he asked, “She is part Jotun?”

Loki, who had slipped free claimed your other side, “After me, half, yes.”

Ronan looked over your head to him asking, “The Asgardians know this?”

Loki nodded, “Yes. I am my mother’s son. I have never steered them wrong. No matter my birth parents.”

Ronan couldn’t help but smirk humming to you, “Warriors in blue?”

“My weakness.” Stirring a deep chuckle from him peering at melody again as she shifted back again in Loki’s lean in to kiss her forehead.

Loki, “I hope you don’t mind my dropping by to visit her.”

Ronan, “You will not stay with us?”

He shook his head, “No, Asgard needs me. We will work out a schedule, days to split between us and nights with her mother of course.”

Ronan glanced between you, “Whatever you wish. We will ensure she has everything necessary and that there is ample space for your needs as well.”

Loki chuckled, “I doubt I would need little past two feet of Jaqi’s room.”

“If anything while you’re busy I can spend time on Asgard. Showing her off to grandma.”

Inching closer to your back Thor peered over your head with his hair pooling over your face as she giggled and grabbed onto it making him chuckle and whisper, “I’m an uncle!” His hand settled on top of Loki’s shoulder, “You owe the kingdom a ceremony. Centuries I’ve had a sister right in front of me and you said nothing.”

Loki, “Father had his own choices for me.”

Thor, “And mother?”

Loki, “Approved of course. Mourned with us, assisted in the hunt.”

Thor, “Surely father-,”

Hela shook her head, “No, he wouldn’t. Not after locking me away for trying to take power. To marry and conceive with Jaqi, Loki could grow to be a threat to Asgard with that power.”

With another chuckle through Thor’s hair you said, “We should go show her off and introduce her to her cousin.” You grinned at Loki, “I was thinking Frode.”

Thor, “Wise and clever. No doubt with you and mother raising him he will be.”

On your feet the bifrost zapped Ronan, his trio of warriors and the Asgardians out to the Royal Wing in Asgard with the others zapped straight to the kitchens where they paused confused for a moment until the staff jumped in to prepare a feast hearing the news while you introduced Frigga to her granddaughter after her timid greeting to Hela.

Beside you Ronan stated, “If you wish to live here full time-,”

His words were silenced at your turn to face him, curling your fingers under his chin turning it from his watching Thor stealing a chance to hold Melody to you to lean in and accept a gentle kiss, “Letting go hurts, a lot. But even if I leave her with Loki through the days, even across the universe I can still feel her and hear her. Now that I have her back we’re never really apart. You aren’t rid of me yet.” Making him chuckle and cup your cheek, “You seem tired.”

You nodded, “I think I’ll take a nap.”

At your side Loki appeared with a wide grin claiming a loving kiss, “Get some sleep Love. It will take some time to prepare a worthy meal.” Behind you Ronan followed after a nod of Loki’s head to do so stirring a grin on the Kree warrior’s face in another glance at your daughter stirring up his own imagined future children with you on his way to curl around you for your nap.