#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.

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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... 

Original Fic

[hard-core-super-star]

Hey rubix!! I just watched the marvels and I LOVED it!!! I was wondering if you could do a carol x reader fic where Carol is introducing her gf to Monica and Kamala and they just click really quickly and bond 😭

I’m going on a carol rampage atm bc she just looked too GOOD 🤭

- ✨

if forever will have me [C.Danvers]

paring: carol danvers x reader

summary: your girlfriend brings two stowaways on board after a rough mission, you welcome them with open arms while carol tries to adjust.

warnings: none?; fluff with minimal plot; carol's a dorky mess and we love her for it; brief emotional moments but nothing too drastic; R's a mom friend in this one frfr; not proofread; i still suck at endings

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING OVER A YEAR TO WRITE THIS 😭 you deserved so much better, lovely anon, please forgive me. in an effort to make it up to you, i turned this into a longer fic than i originally planned, and sort of tweaked the movie plot a little because i felt it was missing a few scenes like this. i really hope you enjoy (and that i didn't totally forget how to write for carol) and once again, i'm so sorry for taking so long to write this. hopefully, there'll be more carol fic in the making soon <3

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To say you were worried about Carol would be an understatement. 

While it wasn't completely unusual to go a few days without hearing from her, thanks to how chaotic her job could get, she always made sure to update you as soon as possible. Especially when you were staying in her spaceship catsitting.

Truth be told, Goose didn't really need babysitting. Mainly because more often than not, Carol just took the alien cat with her, both for comfort and companionship. However, it gave the blonde the perfect excuse to convince you to join her.

Again, you didn't really need convincing, but it made your girlfriend feel better when you were brought on board as part of her team. Her "team" being you and her...and Goose...and the occasional call from Nick Fury...and King Valkyrie. As much as the blonde insisted she preferred working alone, she was surrounded by a pretty badass support system.

Said support system wasn't enough to help her with her newest problem, though.

A problem that even you weren't qualified to help her with.

Ship full of homeless Skrulls and emotional visit from the King of Asgard aside, it was nice to have other people aboard. Even if one of those people was Carol's sort of adopted (and abandoned) daughter and the other one was a teenage girl who was quite literally Captain Marvel's biggest fan. They might not have been your first choice of companions, but you were nothing if not a welcoming host.

As soon as King Valkyrie transported the Skrull refugees back to Asgard with her, you made your way to your girlfriend's side.

"Hey," you say, you hand reaching out to take hers. "Rough day?"

Your words make her chuckle despite herself. "That's an understatement."

"What do you need from me?"

"Just...don't let go."

Her arms envelop you before you can even try to question her. You happily return her embrace, allowing her to bury her face against your shoulder and let out the heaviest sigh you've heard in a while. She doesn't have to say anything for you to known she's trying to decompress after the shit show that's gone down.

You hold the blonde close as you run your hand up and down her back, eyes bouncing back and forth between Monica and Carol's biggest fan. As awkward as it is for you, you can't imagine it's any easier for them so, you break the silence.

"Cool ship, right?"

They both nod, although the older of the two looks anywhere but you. You can't really blame her considering her history with Carol and how weird the whole situation is. A situation you still don't know any details of.

"Is, uh, is she okay?" The younger brunette ask.

"Oh, yeah, she's just...recharging."

Your girlfriend grumbles something in response, but you don't pay her any mind. It's not your fault she's literally a human lamp.

You sidestep the two of you until you're out of sight. It's not like you want to be secretive or anything, there's just a higher chance the blonde will tell you what's wrong if it's just the two of you.

"Hey, babe," you murmur.

She grumbles once more, slowly detaching herself from your neck. The glassiness of her eyes instantly makes alarms ring in your head.

"Carol-"

Your girlfriend instantly shrugs you off. "I'm fine, I just...need some time."

As badly as you want to argue with her, the last thing she needs right now is more difficulties.

"So, you're just going to leave me here with your new friends?" You ask with a raised eyebrow.

"You'll be fine, it's not like they're too happy with me either right now."

She tries to laugh it off, but you're no fool. You can see the heaviness on her shoulders, the far-away look in her eye that can't mean anything good. As badly as you want to go with her, you know she needs some time to catch her breath on her own.

So, you let her go, leaving you alone with the newest members of your unofficial team.

Not even five seconds go by before the silence is interrupted by the young brunette. "I didn't know Captain Marvel had a girlfriend."

"Does that mean no one talks about me in the fan forums?"

"That's probably for the best."

You cross the small space until you're in front of them, offering them the warmest smile you can muster. "Listen, I know this situation isn't ideal, but it's nice to have other people on the ship."

Monica gives you the smallest of smiles in response, which might not be much, but it's a start. A start you're not about to waste.

"Let's start over, yeah?" You say, somewhat aware of how shitty they must be feeling too, if Carol's barely hidden emotions are anything to go by. "I'm y/n, this ship's second captain."

"Kamala." She eagerly shakes your hand. "This ship's nice. Actually, it's really awesome."

"I know," you whisper in response, earning yourself a brighter smile.

Once Kamala finally releases your hand, you turn to face the older brunette. The soft look in her eyes does little to soothe your nervousness. You'd imagined meeting her many times before, although under much better circumstances.

"Oh, I'm Monica, but I'm assuming you already knew that."

"Yeah, it's really nice to meet you."

The sincerity in your voice seems to catch her off-guard, but she recovers before you can call her out on it. And by recover, all she really does is sidestep the conversation you need to have.

"Do you think Carol needs help?" She asks.

"Oh, she needs a lot of help but good luck getting through to her," you reply with an affectionate roll of your eyes.

Kamala barely stifles a laugh at your words, clearly enjoying the dynamic you're starting to form with them. While Carol wasn't exactly hard to read, she could be a little rough around the edges at first, especially when placed in stressful situations she feels responsible for.

Monica, on the other hand, lets out a long sigh. "I meant with the ship."

"Oh, yeah, probably. Just know she'll say no if you ask her."

"Yeah, I had a feeling."

 There's an edge of nostalgia to her words that you understand all too well. As badly as you want to talk to her about it, to reassure her that what happened wasn't her fault, that Carol still cares, you know it's not your place.

Unfortunately, you're also aware of how awkward your girlfriend can be. It's as endearing as it is frustrating.

While Monica goes down to the ship's engine room to talk to Carol, you stay with Kamala. 

You let her admire the place for a few moments before you speak up again. "Hey, you okay? Want to talk about what happened?"

Her eyes remain glued to Goose, busying herself with petting her even while she responds to your question. "You mean how I totally got scolded by my idol?"

You honestly have no idea what she's talking about, but you want her to feel supported, so you nod anyway. "Sure, if you want to."

The only response you get for a few seconds is a heavy sigh. You can see her shoulders slumping forward as she allows herself to finally accept how she's feeling. "I really didn't think our first meeting would go like this. It was supposed to be cooler, y'know? Full of bonding and really funny jokes and me getting to show off my awesome powers. Instead, I just messed up and made THE Captain Marvel mad."

You do your best to stifle the laughter that threatens to bubble up inside your throat. The last thing you want to do is invalidate her feelings but...you can't deny how amusing her rambling is.

"Sweetheart, I promise you Carol's not mad at you and I don't even know what happened. She's just protective. And really stubborn. And not the best team player."

Your words seem to bring little comfort to her. "I just...I don't want to disappoint her."

Kamala's voice breaks at the end, leading you to spring into action faster than you can even process. Even though you're not exactly sure how to comfort her, you know you have to do something. At least until Carol comes back.

"Hey," you say as you walk over to her, your arms wide open for her. "You won't. You're not going to disappoint anyone, okay? I guarantee you Carol's beating herself up for yelling at you. She's a captain, not a tyrant."

Your words make her chuckle even as she accepts the hug offer. She might not fully believe you right now, but that's okay. All that matters to you is that she doesn't feel like an outsider. Because as weird as it might be, you're all in this together now and that means being there for each other.

A few seconds go by before she speaks up again.

"Hey, um...is there somewhere I could shower?"

"Yeah, let me show you."

You show Kamala to the bathroom, helping her figure out how the shower works and giving her some of Carol's oversized clothes to wear. It's a small thing, but you hope it'll help her feel a little more at home in your large spaceship. It'd taken you a long time to get used to the whole being in space thing too.

Once you get back to the main area, you find Monica again, a thin layer of tears making her brown eyes sparkle. You're not exactly sure how to approach her, or if she even wants to be approached, but you know you have to do something. As much as you love Carol, you don't trust she didn't accidentally stick her foot in her mouth.

Monica watches you approach, silently analyzing your next move.

As much as you want to simply walk away, you can't. Not when you know how hard your girlfriend has been on herself about what happened with Monica and her mom.

"It's been hard for her too, y'know?" You say with a soft smile.

She blinks a few times, seemingly trying to hide how affected she is. "Oh, I don't...I'm fine."

Maybe you should leave it alone, it's technically none of your business, and yet...you can't stop yourself from prying a little. Mainly since you're also acutely aware of the team-up situation they find themselves in. The last thing they needis to be at each other's throats because of their past.

"Yeah? Is that why you can't look at Carol for more than five seconds?"

Her jaw clenches at that, but you stand firm. Or as firm as you can be when you're staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. The gun in question being Monica's exasperated expression.

"You have no idea what you're talking about."

Despite her attempt at sounding mad, the way her voice cracks reveals the true feelings lingering under the surface. The ones she's been pushing down for who knows how long.

"Maybe." You shrug. "But I know she's been beating herself up for not coming back sooner. I know she spent the majority of the last five years talking about your mom. About you. You're her family. The only one she has left."

Monica tries her hardest to appear unaffected, but the change in her expression says it all. Her eyes soften as her jaw unclenches, her bottom lip trembling just the slightest bit to let you know you've cracked her defenses.

"She has you."

Her words are soft. Not really a complaint or an argument. Simply a statement. One that makes your face flush despite your hardest efforts.

"That's not...you know what I mean."

For once, she drops the cool act. "I do, but my point still stands. You're her family too. And honestly? I think she needs you more than I do right now."

You let out a soft chucke. "Yeah, I can't argue with that. You'll be okay?"

The question is far more loaded than you realize and yet, she nods. "Yeah, I think so."

With that, you make your way back to Carol, not at all surprised to find her muttering under her breath as she paces back and forth. "Everything okay, Captain?"

She stops in her tracks the second she hears your voice. "Something like that. It's been a long day."

"Tell me about it, it seems you've brought out some strong emotions in everyone."

"Yeah." The blonde does her best to glue a smirk onto her face, but she fails miserably. If anything, her smile comes off more like a grimace than anything.

You cross the space between you in an instant. "How are you holding up?"

She answers your question with one of her own. "How's Kamala doing? I shouldn't have yelled at her earlier."

As much as you hate her tendency to side-step talking about how she's feeling, you allow it. Clearly, you're not the only one who's gotten attached to the young girl. "She's okay, maybe a little upset, but nothing a warm shower can't fix."

A long sigh escapes her and even though you want nothing more than you wrap her up in your arms, you hold back. As difficult as it is, you wait for her to show you what she needs. "This is why I don't work with a team. I'm awful at it."

You can't stop yourself from poking fun at her. "You're literally a captain, though."

This time, the smile that crosses her face looks warmer. Real in a way you're used to. "That's not funny."

"I thought it was hilarious."

You wrap your arms around her neck before she can complain about your shitty jokes, pulling her closer. She catches on pretty quickly and wraps her arms around your waist before she leans in to capture your lips in a slow kiss.

The moment ends far too quickly for your liking.

Her forehead rests against your own, her blue eyes sparkling with emotions you know she can't fully put into words. Not that you'd ever force her.

That being said, you wish you didn't know exactly where things were going.

"You're not going to tell me what's going on, are you?" You ask even though you already know the answer.

"Nope." She pecks your lips before you can protest. "I have enough to worry about, I can't put you in the line of fire too."

"You know I don't mind. I want to be here for you."

Her hand leaves your waist to trail her finger up your arm. She grips your wrist and slowly brings it away from her neck and toward her chest. "I know, princess, but I have to do this on my own. I have to fix my mistakes."

You find yourself huffing in response. "I hate it when you get all serious like that."

She chuckles, bringing your wrist up to her lips for a few lingering kisses. "I'll come back to you before you know it. Promise."

"I'll be waiting, Captain."

You pull her back in without another word, knowing full well you'll both keep to your promises.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 40 - JEALOUSY

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: gottalovev

The way gottalovev writes jealousy is a thing of beauty. Especially jealous Steve has my entire heart, he's so adorable in his insecurities, and I love how quick Tony is to reassure him when he figures out what's going on. Whenever the mood strikes me for some jealousy plot, I turn to these fics in particular, so I'm sure you'll love them just as much as I do!

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

What about us?

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 6,808 Tags: Mutual Pining, Flirting, First Time

Summary: Don't get Steve wrong: he is grateful Star-Lord and his crew joined the fight against Thanos. The blatant flirting with Tony, though? He doesn't like it at all.

Reasons why I love it: I'm always a huge fan of jealous Steve, and this fic is one of my favorites. To me, it makes complete sense for Quill to blatantly flirt with Tony the minute he sees him, and I really love Steve's reaction to it. Plus, the smut afterwards is hot as hell. I love this one, and I bet you will too!

lead up the garden path

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Carol/Jessica Rating: T Words: 5,261 Tags: Misunderstandings, Period-Typical Homophobia, Secret Relationship

Summary: They cannot live openly, but Sheriff Steve Rogers has found love with Tony Stark, Timely's blacksmith and inventor. He thought everything was going well, until their friend Carol Danvers comes back from Washington with her sister Jessica and everything changes.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaah, Steve, you poor, oblivious fool! I love how Tony cottoned on to what was happening with Carol and Jess immediately while Steve stayed in the dark, it's very true to their characters. And the resolution at the end is super sweet. I love this fic, and I bet you will too!

Something like fate

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 8,411 Tags: Civil War Fix-It, Multiverse, Getting Together

Summary: Tony and Steve go alternate-reality hopping by accident (Fine. It's Tony's fault: he touched something he shouldn't have in Reed Richard's lab). It's an eye opening experience.

Reasons why I love it: Tony being jealous of himself feels like exactly what would happen in this situation they find themselves in. And of course, Steve finds a way to turn their experience into something positive for everyone. This fic is wonderful, and I bet you'll love it just as much as I do, so I hope you'll check it out!

Let me dream a song

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 33,170 Tags: Action/Adventure, Secret Relationship, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Tony is sent to Colonel Phillips to assist with a secret weapon that could help them win the war. In exchange, he'll have the support from a few of his soldiers in order to retrieve Hydra's mysterious Cube, which could be the solution to fix his heart. It's a shock to find out that Phillips’ weapon is a man, a super soldier even. Even more so that it's Steve, the cute soldier Tony met in a bar the night before, and with whom he made an instant connection. Love in a time of war isn't easy, but Steve and Tony are determined to make it work.

Reasons why I love it: I'm always a sucker for a good Tony-working-with-the-Howlies fic, and this one is no exception! I love the Marvel Noir crossover, and Steve is absolutely precious in this one, oh my god, I just want to wrap him in a blanket and hug him forever. Their brief lover's spat about Steve's jealousy is excellent too. I love everything about this, so I definitely hope you give this one a shot!

As Thick As Thieves

Pairing: Steve/fem!Tony Rating: T Words: 4,594 Tags: Leverage Fusion, Mutual Pining, Team as Family

Summary: Toni is thrilled! Their current case aims to help clear Bruce Banner's name. (Leverage AU, always a woman hacker Toni Stark)

Reasons why I love it: Awww, is it weird that I think that Steve being jealous of Bruce is super cute here? If it is, don't tell me, because I'm thoroughly enjoying it. I love the nod to the 'PDA makes people uncomfortable' here and that Steve finally takes that extra step in the end. This fic is lovely, and I hope you check it out for yourself!

[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!

[airlocksandaviaries]

ik you like stony but are you a fan of any other marvel ships? how do you feel about sambucky? just curious:)

AAA MY FRIEND I AM SOOO GLAD YOU ASKED!!!

I absolutely LOVE Sambucky. It's perhaps one of my favorite marvel ships (aside from the obvious). They're such grumpy husbands and I love them. I always reblog sambucky art because theyre too fucking cute.

As for other Marvel ships, I do have them. Big fan of Peggy x Nat from What If, Agent Carter Universe (I've actually written fic for them I just don't think I've published it), and Peggy x Angela from the Agent Carter Series (if you've seen that series ily). Also I'm a huge sucker for Carol Danvers x Maria Rambeau, AUGh i love them so much. Carol Danvers is my second favorite Marvel character aside from Tony and Steve (i consider them a unit sometimes).

OH YEAH ALSO, my good friend @assignmentimprobable is a big fan of Bruce x Thor and opened my eyes to how cute they are and while I don't normally directly write about them, they're always gonna be in the background of my Stony universe/fics because I love them.

But that was just MCU. As for Spiderverse, I'm a huge Gwen x Miles truther. They're my KIDS!!! I want to see them HAPPY!!! And they're just too damn cute together. Awkward teenagers who are both superheroes who are just happy to be with each other. If Gwiles isn't endgame in the next Spiderverse installment, I'm throwing rocks.

In terms of the AVENGERS ASSEMBLE universe (my favorite show of all time because of how gay Stony is in it), I must admit I ship Clint Barton x Scott Lang (IF YOU SAW THE SHOW YOUD UNDERSTAND).

And as for X-Men... I've been a Cherik shipper since I saw the OG movies. Which should come as no surprise, they're very Stony coded. I love both flavors, the old man yaoi married couple and toxic first divorce mcavoy&fassy. I'm also a huge fan of the Deadpool & Wolverine movie and I love Wadelogan. I also have an oc x canon ship for that universe which is my original character, Kris Corey x Laura Kinney. Massive 2-part fanfic coming out of them soon, although I'm well aware no one cares (except Stevie. Shoutout Stevie).

And in the X-Men 97 universe I must say I love Wolverine and Morph, Disney is doing them dirty by making it all one sided and not nutting up and putting Logan with a nonbinary love interest (although I know it's because the homophobes and transphobes who are the toxic fan bros of the fanbase would piss themselves and cry and throw up. To which I say. FUCKING LET THEM. hrrrgh).

AAAANYWAY is that it?? I'm sure there's more, they're just slipping my mind at the moment. I'm a big fan of Marvel (DUH) and ships (BIGGER DUH) because there's nothing that I like more in this god forsaken universe than Queer Superheroes. They scratch at my brain in a particular way. Something about being Different, and being loved for it instead of hated, and having the power to HELP people on top of that. And also, queer joy. big fan of queer joy on top of metaphors mixed with angst and tragedy. But with a happy ending of course. cause thats how i roll.

[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.

x

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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[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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[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

[rogueslove]

Hey, I'm talking to any ROMY fans I know in hopes of finding this one particular fanfic that has been earworming in my head for weeks now.

It's a Rogue-centric fic surrounding the concept of her being captured and experimented on, and forced to absorb Carol Danvers. * I THINK it's evo-verse and surrounding the Area 51 episode*.

The part I remember very clearly is that Rogue has Carol's powers, but her legs are paralyzed for some reason. She uses Carol's flight to 'float' and shift her weight around, making it LOOK like she can walk. There's some kind of big reveal to I wanna say Scott when she confesses that her legs haven't worked since she returned home. I don't even know if it's a ROMY or a Rogue/Scott - I can only remember that particular scene, and it's driving me NUTS trying to find it again.

IDK if you're even still on this channel, or if you remember any fanfics like that. I found the one on your sight from Black Queen, called "From the Shadows" and I swear it started just like that one, but I don't think it's the same one.

The only fanfic that I could think of it being, other than "From the Shadows," is Flight by Seriana Ritani.

[the-widow-sisters]

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

Original Fic

[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