#carol danvers fan fic

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Captain Marvel: Final Part

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: For the sake of the rewrite, Howard and Maria Stark dies on December 16, 1997 instead of 1991. Tony is 23 when they die.

x

With the Skrulls now saved from the Kree, at least for right now, you and Carol met Maria and Fury back at Maria's house for a last-dinner kind of thing. Most of the Skrulls decided to go back to Mar-Vell's lab to prepare to move again while Talos, Soren, and their child join you back at Maria's house. She did a really good job flying the plane to avoid whatever Kree was on her ass, and Fury won't let her forget it.

"That's some nifty flying you did out there. SHIELD could always use a good pilot like you."

"I'll consider it, as long as you don't call my flying nifty again."

Fury's eye is all scratched that you assume came from Goose.

"How's your eye?" you question the agent.

"Getting better every second. I'll be fine."

"Is it true that Goose scratched your eye?"

"I will neither deny nor confirm the details of that story."

"She did. I saw it happen," Maria confesses, making you cackle.

"Just so I'm clear, you were Soh-Larr and the SHIELD agent?" Carol asks Talos.

"Yeah, he tied my boss up and stole his identity," Fury interjects, ignoring your teasing remarks about how a cat got the better of him.

"I borrowed his likeness. I'm no thief."

"It's a little like a thief," Soren shrugs.

"Whose side are you on?"

"You're good to go here until you recover, but you and your family will need a new look."

"I could go back to being your boss."

"Please don't."

"Come on. I love sporting his beautiful blue eyes."

"I'll help you find a home and finish what Mar-Vell started," Carol offers.

You open your mouth to agree but nothing comes out of it. First, you think about Bucky and Steve and how you left this planet to get away from the pain it caused you, but then you think about how you promised yourself that this would be your new home away from Xenia and Markus. You fled once, you can't do this to Earth again. It needs protecting, and who will protect it if you leave?

"They can stay here with us, can't they, Mom?" Monica asks from the stairs where she and Talos' daughter are.

"They won't be safe here, baby. Auntie Carol is right. They need their own home."

"I'll be back before you know it," she says.

"Excuse me," you whisper.

You grab your plate of unfinished food and walk into the kitchen to do the dishes. Carol and Fury look at each other before getting up and doing the same. Leaving Carol behind and staying on Earth hurts differently than when you lost Bucky. Bucky died and you didn't have a choice but to move on with your life. You're deciding to leave even though it hurts you to do so.

"Are you okay?" Carol asks.

"Yeah."

"Let me help you with that," Fury offers and takes the wet dishes to dry.

He notices dry tears on your cheeks and gestures to Carol to talk to you.

"We beat the Kree and Ronan. What's wrong?"

"I don't know if I can go with you when you leave," you whisper.

This is a conversation to have privately so she puts it on the back burner for now. She rubs your back in a comforting way and takes out the pager that she took from Fury. She's modified it a bit so that he can always contact her whenever she may be.

"Here, there is something I want you to have. Plus, I need you to keep the Tesseract hidden here on Earth." She hands him the pager. "I upgraded it. The range should be a couple of galaxies, at least. For emergencies only."

"What? Do you think I'm gonna crank call you?"

"For emergencies only. From the looks of it, you'll have Y/N in case something goes wrong."

"Well, if you're ever passing back through this galaxy, be sure to give a brother a shout," he says. "I can finish up here. You two can take off."

"Come on."

Carol takes you outside to have a private conversation with you. She knows what you're going to say but lets you say it anyways.

"As much as I want to go with you, I can't leave Earth. The universe needs you, Carol but Earth needs me. The Tesseract is here, so someone is going to come for it sooner or later. She'll need someone to protect it."

"I agree."

"I'd be too selfish if I kept you from everyone else," you sigh sadly, "but I don't want to leave you. I love you."

"I love you, too. I'm not asking you to choose but I do have to leave. I can't stay on this planet knowing wars are going on out there that I can help fight."

"I know."

She pulls you in for a hug and allows you to cry on her shoulder for however long you need. 

"This doesn't change anything between us. I want you to live your life. I don't know when I'll be back, but I don't want you to be lonely. I want you to meet someone, fall in love, and live your life. You'll always have a special place in my heart."

"So will you," you sniffle and pull away from her.

"If we are meant to be, we'll find our way back to each other. I can guarantee that."

"I should go, then. I wish you the best of luck, my love."

"Same here."

You kiss her one last time knowing this will be the last in a while. If you stay any longer, you're going to cry so you pull away from her and take off toad the sky. With no viable threat over your life, you can pick a place and settle down. You haven't had a home for at least fifty years.

New York has too many painful memories and London reminds you of Bucky. When you first came to Earth with Carol, you landed in Northern California. The beaches there are beautiful so maybe living in that state won't be such a bad thing. You can get a place along the beach and enjoy your life by yourself.

Malibu is nice this time of year, and you settle in quicker than you thought you were. You have a bit of money saved from the 40s that you never got to spend, so you use it to buy yourself a house on the beach. The town of Malibu is compact and busy but you don't mind being surrounded by this many people. It gives you an opportunity to learn about humans from what you missed over the years.

It takes a week after moving in to explore the town, so you're walking along the coast when you pass by a tall man sporting white hair and a mustache and a shorter woman with blonde hair.

"Y/N?" 

You stop and face the couple with a confused look on your face.

"Yes. Do I know you?"

"It's me. Howard Stark."

"Howard? Wow, you've grown."

"You stayed exactly the same."

Hearing him say this makes you a bit sad knowing you'll probably never grow old. You'll always be the same age as you were when you first injected Markus' serum.

"Well, you know..."

"Wait, I thought you died. I thought you and Steve died when the plane went down. We searched for you two for months after the wreck."

"Steve died. I left Earth for fifty years."

"She's the one you were talking about?" Howard's wife says. "She's the Avatar?"

"That's me," you shrug.

"What are you doing here?"

"I bought a place on the beach. I spent the last sixty years fighting in wars I shouldn't have been fighting in. I figured what harm will it do if I take a few years to myself. What have you been up to?"

"I'm retired now. I have a few billion dollars to my name. I got married and had a son. Would you like to meet him?"

"Of course."

Howard and his wife, Maria, take you back to their house where their young adult son is.

"Tony? Come down here. There's someone I want you to meet." Tony comes down the stairs with a bored expression on his face. "Tony, this is Y/N."

Tony's heard the stories his father used to tell about a righteous man with super strength and a woman who can control the elements. He didn't think those stories were true until he sees you. There are very few pictures of Howard back in the day, but some of them contain you and Steve.

"Is this the same Y/N that you worked with back then? The one with Steve?"

If you're going to be in Tony's life, then he has a right to know exactly who you are.

"Yes, it is." You stick your hand out for him to shake, and you give him a polite smile. "It's very nice to meet you, Tony."

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[femmeetart]

she just needed a king and a princess

[darthmatthewtwihard]

Captain Marvel 2: The Marvels - Fanfiction idea/writing prompt -

Here is an idea I had for a potential Captain Marvel / Ms. Marvel fan fiction set after The Marvels that I would love to see someone write :

Basically, the idea is that something tragically happens to Kamala’s family leaving her on her own and so Carol adopts Kamala and becomes her family / legal guardian.

[searchingfor-affection]

Cherry Wine

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1080ish Soundtrack: Cherry Wine grantperez, Bog down in the Valley-O

NSFW mentions and insinuated smut

You slip your phone into your clutch, ignoring how it relentlessly buzzed with notifications. Carol stood beside you leaning against the elevator wall, a dazzling smile on her face. This was an impulsive decision, possibly a bad decision. Nonetheless, it was a decision you couldn’t bring yourself to regret as she leaned against the wall of the elevator oh so casually, hands in pockets, looking at you like you were the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen. You felt a mischievous smirk crawl across your face as you mused where this night might take you.

“So, where to Captain?” You lean against the wall opposing her. Her shoulders relax as she thinks for a second, eyeing the now empty champagne glass still in your hand, hoping you didn’t see her falter as Captain came out of your mouth. How delicious.

“Thirsty?” She questions standing and moving closer to you. Her arm gently slides over your hip. It’s your turn to falter and you wonder if she can see how you drown in desire. Warmth crawls across your cheeks, and you still feel buzzed.

"Yes, drown me."

You think for a moment, that the thought had remained just that, a thought. That is, till you hear stunned laughter, and before you can do or say anything else, you're over her shoulder. You can feel where your dress hugs your curves protesting at the sudden stretch against the material. Laughter rolls off you as you ask where she's taking you, what on earth does she think she's doing, so indecently carrying around Tony Starks niece, and oh, how your PR Team is going to have a field day if anyone catches this.

The more you say, the more you laugh. The more you laugh, the more Carol wants you. All of you, not just your body but your soul. How you could be her everything, she thinks to herself.

Before you know she's gently put you down, your back against a wall, her hands on your hips. Her lips whisper beside your ear, promises, sweet, sweet promises.

"Keep accusing me of indecency and I'll have to paint you, turn you into a true depiction of indecency."

Stunned, you feel light as a feather when she, without skipping a beat, leads you into the fluorescent light of a liquor store. Your head feels empty and your cheeks flushed as she grabs a cherry wine and pays for it. Almost as soon as you were inside the building you're out again and walking. Carol leads you first to a lush park, her hand warming yours. Thinking of it makes you shiver, did you truly only meet an hour ago.

As you go to take a seat beside her you feel her hands on your hips, guiding you to sit on her lap. Her arm is wrapped around your waist as she opens the wine, offering you the first swig. You happily oblige before throwing your arms around her.

For a while, you go back and forth. Trading stories and histories, funny and serious, the wine bottle empties as you find yourself recounting one of your favourite competitions with your uncle.

"It's an Irish drinking song and as they sing, it gets faster and faster and a line is added every verse. So what we do is, trade verses and sing the chorus together. If we fuck up the verse we have to take a shot but if we sing it perfectly the other person has to take two."

"What's the song called?" You think curiosity looks damn gorgeous on her. How the gods have blessed you this night.

"The Rattlin' Bog," You begin to sing it and find yourself misremembering lines quickly. With the bottle still in your grasp you jump up and pull her up with you, starting to sing and dance.

"Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog, The bog down in the valley-o. Real Bog, the rattlin' bog, The bog down in the valley-o.

on that tree there was a branch, A rare branch and a rattlin' branch, And the branch on the tree, And the tree in the hole, And the hole in the bog, And the bog down in the valley-o."

Laughing and giggling, you find yourself singing faster and faster, dancing faster and faster. With fingers intertwined, feet moving, breeze running through your hair, and such gorgeous eyes staring at you, you've never felt more alive.

"Where are you taking me," She laughs as you begin to jog, her hand in yours, towards an Irish pub you know is nearby and as if they knew you had entered the building they begin to play the song. Oh how you danced. Maybe not the most romantic, her hand wasn't in yours nor were they on your hips or hovering above the small of your back. Not a part of you was touching her, but her smile settled in your soul.

After dancing till the bar closed, Carol found herself being led again in a direction she didn't know to a destination she was unsure of but in your eyes, she could see, underneath that beautiful joy and elation, underneath the endorphins was that gnawing desire.

Drown me

Your sweet voice repeated in her mind as she pictured you undressing before her.

Drown me

She heard as she imagined how you would feel underneath her caress.

Drown me

She heard as she wondered how you would move beneath her tongue.

She was pulled from her musing as you led her into the apartment you were staying in. Carol left behind her wonderings as you pulled her into you. One hand on her waist, one hand on her cheek, you pressed your soft lips against hers. You felt her hands on top of your ass, grabbing as much as she could, pulling you further into her.

As you kissed, your tongues danced, her hands kneading your ass cheeks as if you were dough, soft and tender.

That night she did indeed drown you in every pleasure you could have ever known and fulfilled every desire that had been hidden from you before.

You woke up in your bed wrapped in a sheet with Carol spooning you from behind. Her arms around you though one hand gently holding your breast. The sun filtered in the through your open blinds and without a thought of the day to come you simply closed your eyes and revelled in the touch of the woman behind you.

[blacksapphhicmaddonna]

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[the-widow-sisters]

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture,

And save it from the funny tricks of time,

Slipping through my fingers... 

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[twicearoundthebend]

Just saw the marvels and it’s already one of my favorite mcu movies

So, so much better than expected, for so many reasons

(I will now list my top ten reasons)

1. Kamala Khan (no more needs to be said)

2. Carol Danvers and Valkyrie??? Kind of came out of left field ngl but love them. They should kiss.

3. Whole ass musical number in the middle

4. Communication about emotions and how situations were handled??? Good dialogue!!!

5. This movie is for the girls and the gays and it KNOWS IT

6. The CATS. Also, them playing a song from cats during shenanigans? Iconic.

7. Bringing even more to the x-men crossover they’ve been teasing for forever. Also! Maria Rambeau’s character was Carol in the comics, such a fun swap

8. Kamala Khan’s family and their bickering and love for one another

9. Literally so much fan culture. The fic references, the archetypes, everything

10. Literally everyone left the theater happy! Such a good vibe!

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[daisy-mooon]

carol/yon-rogg… thoughts? (i’m so sorry in advance)

The way I was literally just vagueposting about them on Discord 😭 the TIMING

I've read nearly every Captain Marvel fic on Ao3, Yonvers included, and I have a lot of thoughts

Gonna start this out by saying I hope this ship never becomes canon endgame

Complicated exes

Carol would not go back to him.

She would definitely have regrets and grief, but she would not go back to him. It would he impossible for her to feel safe around him.

She could maybe be a coworker or ally if she's feeling exceptionally generous and the universe would collapse otherwise, but a proper relationship is out of the window.

Yon-Rogg projected onto her a lot. She was an amnesiac clean slate. In the deleted scene, the person he most admired was himself - what if he started admiring himself after he rescued Carol? Viewing himself as a saviour too her?

Yon-Rogg would never see the Supreme Intelligence as Carol. He's a Kree supremacist, and he knows that Carol is human. He can't ever treat her as a full equal.

The Supreme Intelligence would demote him, but I doubt it would give Yon-Rogg any consequences that actually measured up too his actions.

They definitely hate each other after.

They would both beat the shit out of each other if given the chance.

They've definitely been in a relationship and they've definitely slept together.

Carol wouldn't tell Maria everything about Yon-Rogg at first because of the guilt of having a relationship but eventually would spill the beans during the blip. It would be very hard for her to do.

Yon-Rogg would 100% be jealous over Prince Yan. Meanwhile Prince Yan would obviously care, but he'd he incredibly cold and dismissive towards him. He knows him only as the guy that destroyed Carol's life. He's not deserving of his time.

Valkyrie definitely knows about him. Again, like Yan, she doesn't think he's deserving of her time. But she wouldn't hesitate at stabbing him if he came to it.

The Kree have a kinda poly culture so what I'm saying is that Carol was sleeping with Yon-Rogg and Dar-Benn at the same time and they hated each other a lot

Carol's relationship with Dar-Benn is awful but a lot healthier in the sense that Dar-Benn had zero idea about Carol's origins.

I can definitely see Dar-Benn learning about Carol's origins after she becomes Supremor and being shocked, but deciding not to do anything to punish Yon-Rogg. Again, Kree supremacy. Any good will she has for Carol goes out the window the moment she realises she's human.

The shared blood thing... poor Carol.

I NEED people to talk about the fact that Carol literally DIED and Yon-Rogg resurrected her like??? This is how you know the MCU has gone to shit because any good writer would milk the fuck outta this

Carol's fine with blood UNTIL it is blue. Blue blood makes her incredibly squeamish.

She has a Thing against blood needles and transfusions that she refuses to explain.

Yon-Rogg would never call her Carol. Mostly Vers, maybe Captain or Danvers, but never Carol. It would mean that he accepts her as a separate person.

Very bitter over her leaving - "why isn't she grateful for all I did for her?"

Yeah the Supreme Intelligence treated him wrong... but that does not mean Carol should forgive him in anyway

I know some Yonvers fans will kill me but it's an emotionally/psychologically abusive relationship.

She literally does not have access too basic medical information about her species???

Are we gonna talk about the fact that all of this time hes wittering about fair fights Carol physically can't beat him in a fair fight because Kree are stronger than humans? And that she isn't allowed to know that she's human? So she's being gaslit into thinking her failures are her fault when they're not?

I honestly also think its important that not everything should be romantic. They aren't romantic in canon and he still abused her. It's not always a partner or family member that can abuse you - it can be anyone.

I would write more but it's 1am so im wrapping it up. Anyways, final thoughts: a very interesting and deeply unhealthy dynamic that adds a lot to Carol's character but as an endgame ship would detract from her character arc. Anyways im tired af gn squad

[mr-m-murdock]

hi hello, i was wondering if you would write a sub!carol fic i’ve only found one amazing one on this god forsaken website 💔💔💔

dirty laundry [18+]

| carol x reader |

warnings: smut, sub!carol

a/n: MINORS DNI, DNR etc. Carol is a sub and that's a fact. THANK you anon for bringing this to my attention <3 (also I see you 👀)

It’s three in the morning when you finally wake to hear Carol’s feet come thumping down the corridor outside your room. She must be barefoot, but she walks like an elephant anyway. Not subtle, that woman.

And it becomes glaringly obvious that she’s not trying to be, either: she shoves the door open and flicks the overhead lamp on even though she knows you’re in bed and she recognises that it’s three am. The light startles you, burning through your eyelids.

“Oh, you dick,” you grunt, shoving yourself up on your elbows. You try to glare at her but you can’t even tell where she is, through tear-choked narrowed eyes. You blink and blink the light away and when you’ve finally got a focus on the room, that’s when she pulls her hoodie off and flings it right at your face. You scramble to disentangle yourself. So she’s in a mood. Well, two can play this game.

“Morning,” Carol says, facing the window and the dresser, and she grabs the hem of her t-shirt, arms crossed, and peels it off over her head. You get a nice big eyeful of all those flexing scapula muscles under the straps of her sports bra before she discards the t-shirt onto a nearby chair. She knows how much you hate the mess. So she’s trying to entice you and enrage you. Interesting tactics.

“Where the hell have you been?” you ask, rubbing furiously at your still-stinging eyes. Carol eyes you over her shoulder, studiously.

“Out,” she says. She reconsiders, digging her thumbs past the waistband of her leggings to pull them down. “Exercising.”

“Exercising,” you repeat, dry as you can muster. “It’s pitch black out there.”

Carol just rolls her eyes, turning back to the window, and that’s the final straw. You’re out of bed and up behind her before she has time to even tug her leggings halfway down her ass, and you smack her hands away sharply and shove her up against the dresser with your body. Her hips hit the wood with a satisfying thud.

“Hey,” she protests, but you can hear the telltale shudder in her voice. “I need a shower.”

You place your hand flat on her back, against her warm skin, and lean close to speak into her ear. “Don’t try and tell me what you need, Danvers.” You feel her tense a little. Good. The crawl of her muscle makes that vindictive heat in your chest fan and flame. “Bend over.”

She ignores you. You give her two of her lung-filling, shaky breaths to rectify the situation. She continues to ignore you.

You give her a hard shove at the top of her spine that surprises her and she folds and catches herself, palms to the wooden top of the dresser. Not a sound from her mouth, now. Those beautiful muscles over and under her shoulder blades contract and roll, and you trace them with the tips of your fingers, breath held in admiration.

You love to know how able she is to throw you off any time. How that shows how much she really wants this, given the fact that she’s collapsed under you so easily.

Your hand settles on the back of her neck and you pause to brush your thumb over the short hair at the base of her skull. Then you shove her face into the wood.

Carol grunts, though not on purpose, you think. Her elbows are up, hands still flat down, and she turns her face just a little to breathe. She’s warm under your palm: always so warm, like her blood’s running at a hundred and ten degrees beneath her skin. You trace the hem of her sports bra, then the line of her spine all the way down her back with just the tips of your fingers. She’s breathing hard.

Your hand reaches her waistband and you release the back of her neck, settling your hand on her axis instead, and you slip your fingers under the elastic of her leggings.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” you say. And though she’s now panting furiously and glaring half at you out of the corner of her eye, she says nothing. Just a slight nod to tell you that she understands. That she wants this. You slide your hand into her hair and tighten it into a fist. In response, Carol bites down on a low sound that you can feel through your knuckles. “Quiet,” you say, and you grab her waistband, boxers too, and yank them down hard over her hips, down to her mid-thigh, and leave them there. You reach out once more and snap the waistband playfully against her skin.

Then you consider. You’re still pissed off, your thoughts flooded with the sharp anger of being woken so rudely, and you know you want to make her feel it. But you also know that there’s something she needs, otherwise, she wouldn’t have run the risk of provoking you. You pull a little on her hair.

And she’s being so patient. If you didn’t know her any better, you’d think the wait would be enough to make her beg for it, but Carol doesn’t beg. You’ve never managed to coax so much as a single Please out of her.

You nudge her left foot out a little, spreading her legs as much you can while she’s still trapped by her leggings. You lean down and kiss her shoulder, the side of her neck.

“Don’t ever pull that shit again,” you say, against her hairline where you know she can feel it through the bone. Then you grab the inside of her thigh, shift it sideways and tuck your knee in to keep her there, and you push two fingers inside of her. She’s so wet there’s no resistance - you knew she’d be dripping even before you’d pulled her pants down - and she rocks shamelessly back onto your fingers. Fair enough.

You can tell she’s attempting to watch you over her shoulder: you catch her at it when you’re pulling out a little, her brown eyes narrowing to lazy slits. Her cheeks are flushed red and when she rocks against you, her arms and shoulders tense. You start fucking her harder, and you hoist her leg up with your knee to give yourself more room. Carol digs her fingernails into the wood of the dresser, mouth falling open, eyes falling closed. Those might be sparks at her fingertips, scorching the wood. She’s tense in the lines of her back and her thighs, as if relaxing to pleasure means she loses to you. If you’d bother to articulate it, you’d tell her she lost the minute she let you bend her over the dresser.

The wood isn’t made for this kind of exertion. It smacks against the wall as you thrust, hips behind your fingers to give yourself momentum, and Carol flinches at the sound.

She’s trying so hard not to make a sound herself that she’s biting into her lip, eyes screwed closed now. She’s so warm, and slippery-wet, so much so that you release her hair and hold her hips down against the dresser instead to get a purchase on her. You love seeing her like this, devoid of all that sure control she usually exudes, trying so desperately hard not to show you how much she loves it.

You know her better than to be fooled. You know her so well you can see the rise of her orgasm in the minuscule ripple of tension across her shoulders and you know when to speed up the pace until it’s obviously almost unbearable and she’s crushing herself against the wood of the dresser, legs shaking, clenching around your fingers.

And then you pull out. And you step back. Carol gives a great shudder, still tense, still expecting, and you’ve moved away before she even realises she’s not come yet. You slap her on the ass and make for the bathroom.

“Oh, what the fuck?” you hear her groan: that’s her finally coming to her senses, speaking directly into the wood of the dresser. You stick your hands under the faucet and scrub away her slick from your fingers, unable to stop a triumphant grin from spreading across your face. Got her back.

When you emerge from the bathroom, drying your hands on your sweatpants, Carol is shakily ridding herself of her leggings and boxers, hands braced on the edge of the dresser. She looks up as you pull open a drawer in the other dresser by the bathroom door, and scowls at the look on your face.

“You’re such a-” You fling a t-shirt at her and it wraps around her face, cutting off the rest of her sentence. She grasps at it and rips it away, a scorching glare ready.

“Yep,” you say, popping the p. You climb back onto the bed and draw the covers back up to your waist, collapsing face-first into the pillow. “Takes one to know one. Get a shower and come warm up my bed, sweetheart.”

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

Captain Marvel: Part One

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: For the sake of this rewrite, Howard and Maria Stark dies on December 16, 1997 instead of 1991. Tony is 23 when they die.

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What planet will be your next home? Where are you going to go? The love of your life and your best friend are dead, there's no one tying you to Earth, and you're free to go wherever you want for however long. Maybe drifting in space is the way to go at this point. There isn't a habitable planet in Earth's solar system, so you have to go outside of it to find one.

Space is an ever-expanding place with trillions of planets in just one galaxy. There's bound to be a habitable planet somewhere close by. The Solar System is located closer to the edge of the Milky Way galaxy than the middle of it, and when you reach the center of the galaxy, there is a whole mess of planets just waiting for you to claim them.

Off in the distance, you notice a gigantic spaceship hovering over a planet. If you're nice enough, maybe whoever is occupying that ship might let you hang with them for a while. From the time you escaped your home to arriving on Earth, there have been plenty of spaceships you've come across. Some of them weren't hostile, but others made your skin crawl from how evil the occupants could be.

Let's hope this craft is the former.

As you approach the ship, someone from inside notices you coming toward them. A circle opened on the base of the wing of the craft right above you, and they use their technology to beam you up into their craft. In a flash, you're transported from space onto the lower deck. Everyone inside had blue skin and they all had their space guns trained on you. They must not like intruders.

The person in the middle must be their leader because they all seem to look to him for instruction.

"I mean you no harm. I just wish to ask for transportation to the nearest habitable planet," you say with your hands up in defense mode.

They clearly don't want visitors, so you'll have to make do on another planet by yourself. Your space helmet is removed digitally, but the rest of your suit stays on your body in case they kick you out of their ship.

"Where are you from?" the leader asks.

"Sir, she's from Xenia," one of the soldiers says.

He must have seen the logo on your back which you tried so hard to hide. Your home planet has a lot of bad blood with other planets, even from multiple galaxies away. Markus was smart, but he wasn't very hospitable. The leader quickly aims his gun at you, causing the other soldiers to be on high alert.

They need to kill for him whenever he asks it of them.

"Xenia. What business do you have with us, the Kree Empire? That planet has caused nothing but trouble for a lot of people."

"I know, but I don't mean you harm. It's been such a long time since the great battle, things are different now."

"What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"How lucky am I to have come across the subject that was injected with the power that comes from the Tesseract?" he asks with an evil grin. He gestures to someone behind you and that someone puts handcuffs on you so quickly that you don't have time to react. One of the soldiers presses something to your neck which sends a chill down your spine. The leader walks closer to you and bends to reach your level. "I can't wait to find out more about you, Y/N."

"Ronan, where would you like her?"

"With the others."

Two soldiers drag you down to where they hold all of their prisoners. You'd use your powers to get out of here, but whatever they planted on your neck prevents you from shifting.

You're screwed beyond belief.

"In here," the guard seethes as he throws you into one of their cages.

There are many slaves and hostages on this level of the ship, but only one person shares your cage. He is the same shade of blue as the other soldiers, and you wonder if they would lock one of their own down here.

"What's your name?" the man asks without looking up from his spot on the cot. The pain is still there from the injection in your neck, but the burning in your spine is gone. "They do that to every single one of us. They have to do it daily because they aren't smart enough to make the effects last longer than twenty-four hours."

"I'm Y/N. Who are you?"

"They call me Yondu. What put you down here with the rest of us?"

"They found out who I am. If I had known they were the Kree, I would have never come aboard this ship," you whisper.

"And who are you?"

"I'm from Xenia. They want me because I have the power of the Tesseract running through my veins."

"You're in for a lot of pain, Y/N. They had the Tesseract once, but it was stolen from them. Now they're looking for it, and if they know that its power runs within you, then you're going to become their new best friend," he chuckles.

"What did they put in my neck? I can't use my powers."

"Yeah, it stops them. Most everyone here has powers, but that injection stops it from working."

"It's nice to meet you, Yondu," you sigh and sit on your own cot. The only response you get is a grunt followed by a nod.

Ronan is smart not to keep clocks or dates of any kind around the prisoners because not having a sense of time is torturous. The other slaves mark their walls each day they're trapped, and some of them have well over hundreds of days. You're not going to find a better way to keep track of the time, so you opted to do this same thing.

The first few years of being trapped were the worst. Ronan did everything he could to try and break you. He tried every form of torture you could think of, but nothing compares to the torture Markus did to you. Yeah, what Ronan did hurt but after a few years, you became numb to it.

Their efforts are kind of amusing at this point. So, when you're brought into their "torture chamber", you don't bat an eye for them.

"You know, Y/N, I'm impressed," Ronan says. "Not a lot of people can hold out the way you can. What, it's been six years since you first came aboard this ship? You're stronger than I thought."

"Is this going somewhere? If not, can I go back to my cell now?"

"Do you know why I favor you over the rest? Because of where you came from."

"Xenia?"

"I'm not talking about Xenia. I'm talking about Markus Hottle. He created the best weapon ever to walk this universe."

"Yeah, he's so great," you roll your eyes.

"What I don't understand is why he didn't make more of you after you left. I heard about what you did, so I asked to hold a meeting with him but he never showed."

"Yeah, that sounds like Markus."

"Where is he?"

"I have no idea. Quite literally."

Ronan nods twice before grabbing a long metal stick that he favors whenever he tortures someone. You don't blink when he raises the stick and slams it into your abdomen. He throws the stick off to the side and grabs your jaw tightly to make you look at him.

"Where is he?"

"Go to hell," you gasp.

"I have contacts on Xenia who could find him. I bet he'd love to know where you are."

"Go ahead. Call him. Tell him where I am. I've been dying to kill him myself," you glare.

He's bluffing and he knows you know it. If Markus is out there, then contacting Ronan would be the last thing he'd do. Markus is smart and he likes to keep people in his life that will benefit him. Ronan is sloppy and greedy and someone who Markus would never do business with.

Six years with Ronan turns into twelve and eventually, you run out of room on your wall to mark up. Sharing a cell with Yondu makes the time go by faster because despite being slaves with him, he's a really nice person. He's been your best friend, your rock for the entire time you've been here.

Ronan likes to filter through his slaves so they all receive the same treatment, and he's just summoned the people in the cell next to yours. That can only mean you and Yondu are next. He might be from a different planet than humans, but you're the one with the powers. Anytime you can, you try to make them focus on you since you can heal from their efforts to break you.

"Do you ever think we're getting out of here?" you ask Yondu when they return the other prisoners to their cells.

"I don't know. I don't like to think about stuff like that. It gives false hope. Ronan has the entire place on lockdown."

"Do you think people are still looking for you?"

"Unlikely. My parents never cared much for me. They're the ones who solved me to Ronan to pay off debt. I was too young to have mattered to anyone. What about you?"

"Anyone I do know can't rescue me. Humans don't know they're not alone, and the ones that do, don't have the ability to space travel. Humans aren't as technologically advanced as I hoped they'd be. No one's coming for me," you sigh.

"Y/N, you're up," one of the guards says as he approaches your cage.

"What, you scared to take me? Are you some kind of coward?" Yondu argues when the guard grabs you.

The guard looks at Yondu and considers taking him, but before he can let go of you, intervene. There is no way he's taking the fall. If Ronan wants you, then it's you he's going to get."

"Are you scared to hit a girl? Are you afraid I'm going to beat your ass if I get free? I bet Ronan is going to kill you if you bring him instead of me." The guard must follow Ronan's orders or else he's going to face his wrath. The guard shoves your wrists into handcuffs and drags you to the entrance of the cell. You look back at Yondu who looks like he's going to cry. "It's okay. I'll be okay."

When you return, Yondu is sleeping so you do your best not to wake him up. Your entire body is sore from the beatings you took but it's not like you're going to show them how much they're hurting you. You're not sure how much time has passed when Yondu shakes you awake.

"Y/N, wake up," he whispers. Sleep isn't something that comes easily on Ronan's ship, so you're not sure why he's up when he doesn't have to be. "Come with me. We're getting off this ship."

"What?"

"I'll explain it later. Come on, we have to go now."

Yondu doesn't give you time to think about what's happening because he's pulling you out of your bed. With groggy eyes, you follow him out of your cell and down the hall where someone is waiting for you. He didn't look like Kree but the last thing you're going to do is say anything. You trust Yondu with your life, so you know he wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't legit. The stranger leads you and Yondu through a service elevator to a lower level where a group of people is waiting.

There is a window next to the elevator and when you look through it, you see a huge ship. If Ronan doesn't know about this, he will soon.

"You'll need this. Put it on. I found it in storage. It had your name on it."

The stranger hands you the space suit that you had when you first arrived. After putting it on, the stranger leads you and Yondu to one of the loading docks where their ship is hooked to. The metal door shuts behind you so that when the stranger opens the door to his ship, the rest of Ronan's ship isn't affected by space.

Everyone flies from Ronan's ship to the strangers, and as soon as the doors closed, the ship takes off.

"What's going on, Yondu?" you ask and take off your helmet.

"My name is Stakar Ogord, and you've just been rescued by the Ravagers. Compliments of Yondu."

Stakar starts walking towards the main deck of the ship, and you look at Yondu for some answers.

"I told you we're getting out of that hell hole. I met someone who knew of Stakar. We've escaped."

"Yeah into the hands of the Ravagers. I've heard of them. I'm no thief."

Stakar stops and turns to you with narrowed eyes.

"Would you rather I take you back to the Kree?"

"No, she wouldn't," Yondu says for you. "We're grateful for your rescue."

"That's what I thought. I'll give you two a day to get settled before I recruit you to our team."

A lot of different planets around Earth are much more technologically advanced, but you've never seen some of this stuff before.

"Wait, year is it?" you ask.

"1962."

His words stop you in your tracks.

"We were prisoners for twenty years?" you gasp softly.

"Time flies by when you're getting picked and prodded at by Ronan," Yondu sighs.

"Twenty years," you mutter as you take a seat.

Twenty years.

Everyone you knew and loved either is dead or you've been pushed to the back of their minds. No one is coming for you now. Earth doesn't need you anymore, so there's no point in going back to it.

Another twenty years of stealing with the Ravagers go by before Stakar sees potential in you and Yondu to the point where he grants you your own division. You and Yondu can break away from the main clan and steal on your own as long as most of the profits go back to him. This gives you and Yondu some breathing room since you won't have Stakar breathing down your neck all the damn time.

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[b00inazkaban]

I have no idea what to post but can people give me like ideas for fics for?

Master list: :)

IM NOT USING THIS MASTER-LIST ANYMORE! Head over to my second one on my navigation page and request from that one please and thank you my lovelies!

Who/What I'll write for:

Most kinks,

Fluff,

Angst (I’m not a fan of angst but I’ll still write) ,

Aged-Up characters,

Any/All genders

Poly relationship’s (3 -5 Character’s)

Harry Potter/ Marauders / Fantastic Beasts:

Ron Weasley Hermione Granger Neville longbottom Cedric Diggory Ginny Weasley Fred Weasley George Weasley Blaise Zabini Pansy Parkinson Theadore Nott Luna Lovegood Cho Chang (maybe depends on request) Bill Weasley Fleur Delacour Tom Riddle Mattheo Riddle Nymphadora Tonks Bellatrix Lestrange (Younger and Older) Lucius Malfoy (Younger and Older) Narcissa Malfoy (Younger and Older) Severus Snape (Younger and Older) Sirius Black (Younger and Older) Remus Lupin (Younger an Older) James Potter Peter Pettigrew (maybe and young and with the good fancast(s) Lily Evans Marlene McKinnon Mary McDonald Dorcus Meadowes Newt Scammander Thesus Scammander Jacob Kowalski Sweathearts; Queenie Goldstein Tina Goldstein !Young! Albus Dumbledore Gellert Grindelwald (Mads or Johnny)

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington Johnathan Byers Billy Hargrove Argyle Eddie Munson Nancy Wheeler Chrissy Cunningham Robin (fem aligned only) Eleven Hopper (fluff only) Dustin Henderson (fluff only) Lucas Sinclair (fluff only) Max Mayfield (fluff only) Mike Wheeler (fluff only) Little!mike x Cg!reader; Will Byers (fluff only) Joyce Byers Jim(James) Hopper Enzo Antonov Karen Wheeler Murray Bauman Dr. Alexie Phil Callahan

Marvel/ DC/ Guardians of the Galaxy:

Tony Stark (Ironman) Steve Rogers (Captain America) Bruce Banner (Hulk) Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) Thor Odinson Clint Barton (Hawkeye) Loki Laufeyson (Odinson) Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) Peitro Maximoff Bucky(James) Barnes Pepper Potts Peter Parker Dr. Stephen Strange Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) Scott Lang (Ant-Man) Sam Wilson (Flacon) Eddie/Venom Peter Quill Gamora Drax Rocket Yondu Arthur Curry (Aquaman) Orm Marius Barry Allan (Flash)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

Leonardo Raphael Donatello Michelangelo April O’Neil Casey Jones

Longmire:

Walt Longmire Victoria Moretti Ferguson Henry Standingbear Cady Longmire Branch Connolly Jacob Nighthorse Mathias

Twilight:

Carlise Cullen Esme Cullen Charlie Swan Jacob Black

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Jasper Cullen

Emmet Cullen

Rosile Cullen

Alice Cullen

Flash:

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Harry Wells

Caitlin Snow

Iris West

Julian Albert

Oliver Queen

Captain Cold

Who/what I don’t write for:

Draco Malfoy (Only character I’m so sorry I just can’t write anything for him unless it’s fluff still don't like writing for him tbh)

I won’t write for Rape,

Smut for agere,

Smut for minor x adult

Non-con

Kidnapped (maybe tho depends on character and other things)

A/n: Ik minors are on here and still read stuff so I'm not putting a age warning on here, people don't really read age warnings usually but I'll put age warning on the one with smut or suggestive themes. Also, please make suggestions with enough detail for me to imagine and make something with, and this is a safe-space for any and all genders and agere, thanks have a good day!

[tempestaurora]

i'm not back writing fan fic again but i did write a character study for carol danvers because i love characters that are dogged by death but also have so much to live for (aka love) alright bye

[pandafishao3]

For the fic writers questions! 2,9,11,12 for Orphan Darling? Or honestly if you were hoping to get certain questions for certain fics feel free to use this space to answer those as well ☺️

Thank you so much for the questions! :D

#2 What scene did you first put down? This one is a bit of a boring answer perhaps - I actually first wrote the very first scene with Steve going to the orphanage and seeing Bucky. I just got this visual in my head of Steve walking through the creaky hallway and seeing a young, pretty omega sitting there in basically rags, and suddenly getting this massive urge to take him home. And then I took it from there!

#9 Were there any alternate versions of this fic? Funny you should ask! There was an alternate version actually, and I wrote and published it. "Omega Interrupted" is a lot like "Orphan Darling in the sense that Steve is suddenly responsible for a bratty teenage omega Bucky who needs to lots of discipline and guidance, but the former have a more medical touch that I reeeeally wanted to explore. Then there was also an idea that I would write "Orphan Darling" with a much darker theme. That never really came to light.

#11 What do you like best about this fic? I like the way I managed to get their communication down. It's not necessary for a fic that involves a power imbalanced relationship to include "perfect" communication of course, but I'm happy with the way I wrote it. And then I love that I was able to include Brock and Jack with some side Bucky/Brock...I am a sucker for that pairing.

#12 What do you like least about this fic? I didn't enjoy writing Carol Danvers. I simply don't like writing her as a character. And while I am a huge fan of writing pregnancy, I'm not completely happy leaving Steve and Bucky with two kids when Bucky is so young. I'm just not overwhelmed by the ending.

I think I'd also like to take you up on your offer and answer #7 Where did the title come from? Because I have gotten a few questions about it and I think a fun fact is that the title came first of all. I'm a competitive poet (as in Poetry Slam), so I often come up with these lines or title that I think sound cool and I try to work around. And one day after I'd watched a movie where they said the word "orphan" a lot, I just fell in love with it and thought of "Orphan Darling" to make the word sound softer. From there, I conjured up that very first scene in my head.

Hope I answered them properly, really fun that you asked! xx

[stackthedeck]

Thoughts on cablepool?

Ummm…neutral? Like I’m only into Deadpool because I’m a Spider-Man fan although I’ve been slowly getting into Deadpool. But like the x men are so complicated and not in a fun way but in a sci-fi bullshit kinda way. Like cable is the time traveling cyborg terminator knock-off son of a clone of a woman I don’t particularly like and he doesn’t even have an interesting personality besides machismo to make up for it. But I have read some really good cablepool fics because spideypool fans never let Wade be feminine or vulnerable or feel held but cablepool fans understand that Wade wants to be held by a big strong man and just feel small and cared for. I had a brief phase of wanting to see Wade feminized in the bedroom and cablepool fans had me when the spideypool fans didn’t

But it’s like after a certain level of distance from Spider-Man, I stop giving a shit about a character. I like Wade because he had a team up series with Peter. I like carol danvers because she’s so clearly dating Jessica Drew. And I started reading champions because Miles is there. Like cable doesn’t interact with the spiders enough for me to give a shit

[the-widow-sisters]

“Chill out, Squishmallow, we’re making it out of this just fine.”

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