#yon-rogg imagine

[lesbian-deadpool]

Yon-Rogg: Men don't find that attractive.

Carol: Promise?

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[marvels-meme]

Canon worldbuilding lore on the MCU Kree to help you with your fanfic

They rule over multiple planets. Hala is the capital.

Hala's star is called Pama

In the comics there are around five known planets in Hala's system - it's unclear if Hala is 4th or 5th planet because it's been confused with another planet, Turunal.

Hala is located in the Larger Magellanic Cloud

Hala had oceans and forests (rip to those tho lol)

Leader of the Empire is called the "Supremor"

The Supreme Intelligence was basically god

The collective is one idea of the afterlife — if your brain is worthy it joins the Supreme Intelligences database when you die.

The spiritual afterlife is called the Etherplex or something idk

Their technology is somewhat water based (need more info on this)

Architecture is heavy on metal and stone and is very geometric. Buildings are detailed but there generally isn't too much furniture.

Cyan and purplish lights for a big chunk of Hala, golden lights for the Supreme Intelligence.

No hanging paintings... If you want art you have to hire someone to paint your wall lol

Starforce generally have one room apartments, I couldn't see a kitchen in them.

Stuff like wardrobes, book shelves, cupboards and drawers are more likely to be inserted into the wall to save space.

Like Carol literally lived in a single room with a bed, nightstand and a hexagonal cup. The ideal female living space.

They have hexagonal cups (I just thought that was cute)

The military is a big deal! Other respectable careers involve teaching, medicine, typically intelligent jobs that give something to society.

Kids are trained from a young age in the military. They're called "recruits". There's a deleted scene of Yon-Rogg teaching some.

The military hierarchy is likely Supremor > Accuser > Starforce > Kree Army > Non Kree Army > War slaves.

The Accusers aren't just extra bad military. They uphold the law, make arrests, hold trials, decide punishments, etc. I'd imagine that this is typically done for more important criminals or prisoners of war. That's why Dar-Benn holds an Accuser hammer as Supremor — she's upholding the law.

Kree Law is vaguely structured around the Tablets of Koth — they aren't definitive but they are the main basis.

Questioning your leaders is technically illegal

The worst crime of all is being "un-Kree".

Kree supremacy is big. In the comics it's illegal for Kree to have children with other species. They will tolerate other races if they’re feeling nice about it, but ultimately the Kree come first. This is important in the context of Carol's relationship with Yon-Rogg.

There's racism of blue Kree > non blue Kree in the comics but it doesn't appear to be present in the MCU. Keep it in mind though.

The Kree originally evolved to have blue skin because of low oxygen levels on Hala. Non blue kree came later as a result of mixing with other species. Since making babies with another species has been illegality for probably millenia, non blue Kree are now just another skin tone of the species.

Sexism isn't a thing. Yon-Rogg isn't sexist to Carol he's being racist too her lol

There are groups of noble families with some quite strict rules about battle. If a noble is cornered in battle with no way out they have to drink the special suicide juice or else they are shamed.

The suicide juice is called Odium, which means hate in Latin. If you sip it you go crazy with rage, get super strength and start trying to fight everything until it makes your heart explode

In the comics the Kree have double that of human organs — ie two hearts, four lungs. Brain is probably an exception. They have stronger bones and heavier muscle mass.

Kree blood has healing properties strong enough to bring a species with simple DNA (like humans) back from the dead but it's super duper painful and like 7/8 of the people that have received it have been given some kind of amnesia afterwards

Carol was one of those humans lol rip queen

Apparently the amnesia thing isn't even hard to do? In Agents of Shield a Kree had a tiny little hammer and he'd slap people with it and they'd loose their memories (I doubt that Carol was slapped with a tiny hammer but you never know this might help you)

Propaganda art - there are some gorgeous statues and murals in the Captain Marvel concept art.

Fashion is generally dark. Black, grey and brown for most people. It's not too complicated. White appears to be for underclothes/sleeping wear.

Well it's not too complicated unless you are the Supremor. Remember, Dar-Benn is succeeding the position from their idea of god. She's dressed to the tens and stands out the most from literally everyone. Her stuff is more detailed and metallic and she's wearing a lot more jewellery.

Also notice how Dar-Benn changes outfits literally every ten minutes. I need Marvel to stop killing all the cunty villains because I deserved to study her entire wardrobe thank you very much

A few Kree women (including Carol) have the style of one side being braided and the other let down.

The Kree are encouraged to experiment with as many genders as possible

So technically Carol Danvers lesbian sex canon

Some people grow babies in big tanks. Why? To make them strong or something idk. Carol's comic half sister was born in a big tank bc they wanted her to be strong asf to serve as an Accuser

Swear words — I only know da'st. No idea what it means

They don't have a word for candy </3

Normal space currency is called credits. Kree currency is called kreedits. If that's not the funniest fucking thing ever I don't know what is.

Kree names are "your name-family name". Eg Yon-Roggs given name is Yon, but his surname is Rogg. His daughters name is Una-Rogg.

You generally don't separate the name. Yon-Roggs name isn't Yon, it's Yon-Rogg. Obviously there's exceptions, but that's the general naming rule. It wouldn't be outright wrong to call him Yon, it would just be uncommon and slightly weird.

The Kree have beef with every species ever. They had multiple wars with the Asgardians and the Xandarians.

I've probably missed something lol

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[theknightlywolfe]

Spoilery rambling thoughts on The Marvels under the cut

I am so happy we're getting Maria Rambeau content, even if it is mostly alt reality Maria. It would be interesting to see X-Men pulled into main Marvel by America going over to bring Monica back to her home universe. Which means does SABER know about America? They're well informed but she ended up with the wizards. I'm sure there's a file after the attack in New York in MoM but then to the rest of the world she would have disappeared. Or is that going to be the plot of Young Avengers 1, Kamala meeting a trained America and then going to get Monica back?

I know why Kamala goes to Kate (is that a new apartment Ms. Bishop? Smart) but while Kate no doubt knows there is a saviour of Jersey City, not that it is Kamala. Where was the power demonstration and how long does Kamala think she can run things with 1) Kate's penchant for ignoring orders and 2) the fact that she is a high school kid. Again, child soldiers much? And really at some point Kamala is going to blab about how she snuck the tablet in the chaos of the initial fight in her house. And while Kate would respect the guile it also would reveal that Kamala doesn't have the safety net/backing she implies.

Goose! Mama Goose! Do flerkens reproduce asexually or is there a male flerken she hooked up with while catching a ride on Carol's shoulder? Where are the babies? I can't imagine Goose being happy with being separated from them for long so quickly, but they are a menace in quantity and no way the crew will accept them on the SABER platform. Are they in Louisiana with Carol on the farm? Did they warn the neighbors?

Did they touch up Hailee's face to make it more angular? I had to do a double take when they showed her face because it looked off. Not oh she is losing the baby fat off, but like cgi off. I know I mentioned before that I hate her uniform because it is zero protection but I hate Kate's uniform because she might as well wear a t-shirt.

I thought Dar Benn was a good character. Completely wrong casting, but a good character. I just couldn't take the actress seriously and half the times the camera cut to her it just threw me out of the movie. Not that she is bad actress, honestly she didn't do much acting in the role and was emotionally written very one note so its not like she could show any range. But she tried to be menacing and it was laughable. And she had no presence, she was just there saying lines and swinging a reused prop. Maybe if Ronan hadn't been the only person with one of those battle hammers maybe I would accept it as a "universal weapon". If it is meant to convey rank, why did Ronan have it before the fall of Hala when he was taking orders from Yon Rogg?

Secret Invasion makes both more and less sense if this was supposed to be before it. It makes more sense for the Skrull presence on Earth but less sense for Fury's arc. It makes more sense if it is after for Fury's arc and it explains why Carol had to call King Valkyrie to get the Skrull survivors instead of Fury and why the Skrulls manning SABER in Spiderman FFH are now gone but also, why would anyone trust Fury after the very public fuck up in SI in the square and his very literal going rogue for the whole of it? Why do Carol and Monica never bring up him getting Talos killed? Or anyone warning Carol about the very real political shit storm relating to Skrulls on Earth? Why did they even bother making Secret Invasion if it so clearly doesn't fit in to their own storyline?

And really, how funny would it have been if they hadn't done SI with all its bullshit and at the end of the Kate scene Maria Hill walks in and is like "gimme that tablet back" and Kate and Kamala both go full fangirl.

Speaking of fangirls, I did like the nod of Monica acknowledging she not only knows Kamala write fanfic about her Aunty Carol but also that she had read some of it.

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[yeahthisshipsailsitself]

YonVers fanfic

I have no idea how to promote myself so I’m going to do this????

Yon-Rogg returned to Hala with only Carol’s message, and it went better than he could have imagined.  

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48587887/chapters/122560015

#yonvers #Captain Marvel #ao3

[romancomicsnews]

Who should play Professor X in the MCU?

Despite multiple X-Men movies with multiple bad interpretations of classic X-Men characters, Professor X is a character that has been adapted to the screen fairly well.

With Patrick Stewart portraying in multiple X-Men films and even all the Wolverine films (yes post credit scenes count), and James McAvoy playing a younger Charles, both felt like the same character but in very different parts of his life.

With the X-Men on their way, it's nearly impossible to imagine them without a Charles Xavier, even just to begin with. So I will be my darnedest to cast a Charles who feels fresh but can live up to both these outstanding actors.

Before we look at who we should cast. We need to answer a few questions.

What can we learn from past portrayals?

As with all my castings (check out Flash and Lex Luthor here), I will briefly go over what came before and what I loved about them to look ahead, starting with:

Patrick Stewart as Charles Xavier

I mean, he's a legend.

Patrick Stewart is most people's definitive Charles Xavier and it is easy to see why. He's charming, calm, and a strong steady presence for his X-Men.

Stewart portrays a wisdom mixed with sincerity that I quite like. You get the sense he genuinely believes humanity, even when it fails him.

I do want a that genuine nature, but my only fault with this version is he is not arrogant enough. We get glimpses of it in X-Men the Last Stand, but Charles can be and should be wrong in many of his decisions. Unlike most mutants, Charles views all come from privilege, and that should be reflected through mistakes.

James McAvoy as Charles Xavier

While I'll admit Stewart feels more like classic Charles, James McAvoy's version is still my favorite.

While he still contains that half glass full hope that Stewart has, McAvoy mixes it with this arrogance, charm, and wit of a young man I just love.

McAvoy was able to lean into the flaws of Charles, making him more relatable and sympathetic. I think he was a standout of the First Class, and was able to hold his own with the likes of Hugh Jackman.

This should be more of the blueprint for me, someone who guises their poor decisions with a calm intelligence and logic that often lead the X-Men into more trouble.

Where does Charles fit in the MCU?

In my mind, Charles will not be the leader of the team for long. I think a well-intentioned Charles could die within the first two films, leaving the X-Men to find a new leader and continue his legacy.

This gives us enough room to get an actor who maybe wouldn't normally do a role like this and leaves the X-Men in an interesting place to elect a new leader. Perhaps Storm, Cyclops, or even Magneto.

What ethnicity/race should Charles be?

Charles has been exclusively white through media, particularly British.

While I don't think he needs to be white, British is a staple of the character and I think adds a barrier of "I'm better than you" to others that I want to keep.

I do think it is interesting that for a team that is meant to be a metaphor for racism, there is hardly any people of color on the X-Men.

While I think there is value to keeping Charles white, as he is the embodiment of privilege leading the X-Men, I will say a person of color can still nab this one.

Any other stipulations?

Yes, a few.

We want an actor old enough to feel like an equal to a Magneto and an elder of the team. While we don't have a clear view of how the MCU would do a Magneto, I think over 50 is a safe bet.

Given we had Stewart and McAvoy, we have some wiggle room to get some big name actors. We should go for names only.

I don't like casting people who have already been in superhero media. It's not entirely off the table, but most likely I will look elsewhere.

Bald is cool but not a dealbreaker.

Let's get into it.

3. Jude Law

I know I just said no superhero repeats, but he is just too good.

Jude Law is known for roles like Dr. John Watson, Dumbledore, and Yon-Rogg, Law has an intense presence that cannot be denied.

While he is a bit younger, just on the cusp of 50, I can see Law playing a very flawed version of Charles, picking up right where McAvoy left off.

My main concern is he has played a role within the MCU before, as Yon-Rogg.

While he was wasted here, it was a noticeable role, and MCU fans aren't soon to forget.

I also don't know if Law is a big enough name to helm the X-Men or take over for the great performances that came before.

I think he's got a solid shot, but there's a few more I like a bit more.

2. Daniel Craig

Arrogant. Smartest person in the room. Cool smooth British man. Daniel Craig has done it all.

Known for James Bond or Benoit Blanc, Craig has been known to part of big franchises, (although he seems less excited about it these days.)

While he was apparently rumored to play Balder in Multiverse of Madness, Craig has not been in a part of any Marvel or DC Comics.

I think this role suits his resume quite nicely, and depending on the writer/director, this could be the best Professor X we have ever seen.

If it weren't for his history being anti Bond, and his love for Benoit Blanc, I'd say this would be a slam dunk. But because of the uncertainty, I have to leave him at number 2.

1. David Oyelowo

Known for roles in Selma, Rise of the Planet of the Apes, Nightingale, and The Butler, David Oyelowo may be the only name on this list you don't know.

Oyelowo is best known for playing Martin Luther King Jr. in Selma, where he was nominated for several awards.

Charles Xavier is often seen as a stand in for MLK in the X-Men Universe, so casting MLK as Charles can be kind of meta, and we can play with expectations.

Oyelowo has played unlikeable villains, heroes of Civil Rights, even a redeemed empire soldier (watch Star Wars Rebels it's really good).

This Charles can go in any direction we want, and with an actor who won't take us out of the film for their name.

While he is the youngest actor, at 47, Oyelowo can play older believably, and can easily play a mentor to the X-Men.

And as a person of color, I believe this will help the metaphor of the X-Men and racism feel improved.

If we want a dramatic force with room to see where this Charles leans, I think Oyelowo is the way to go.

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[paragonrising]

@rosawept (for Eraless ❤︎)

There are few things in the universe that can alter reality itself. Spells with impossible costs, one particular infinity stone that no longer existed… and perhaps somewhere out there, there was a machine that could do it as well, but more or less, the options for changing the very nature of the universe was horribly limited due to utter lack of resources and range. If they managed to change anything, it was usually within a confined area.

There was exactly one exception to the rule. One that possessed the power to change the very nature of reality to suit its needs. Whether it was creating entire worlds, or destroying them. It could and would use its powers, with a startling indifference to the consequences.

The Ahamkara, or wish-dragons.

Carol hadn’t heard much about them beyond the few legends Yon-Rogg told when she’d been indoctrinated. Centuries ago, they were commonplace. Unimaginable creatures with the ability to change anything they wanted, and they fed off of the desires of others. They could grant any wish, and the danger in that notion alone paled in comparison to the horrible truth about their power: ruin always followed the wish. Whatever you desired, you’d receive, but it wasn’t as you imagined. Yon-Rogg told of warriors who accidentally made a wish without thinking, and an ahamkara had trapped them in an inescapable time loop, forever repeating. It was a blessing, he said, that the dragons were hunted to extinction. The damage they caused was horrendous, their wishes carried prices no person, nor civilization, could afford to pay.

It’s why she was so surprised when the skrulls offered her an ahamkara. They couldn’t bring themselves to kill it, but knew it was too dangerous to have with them. One slip of the tongue, and they could destroy what peace they’d found.

“I thought it’d be bigger.”

Talos shot an unimpressed look her way, “it’s a hatchling.”

“Are you sure it’s one of them?” She asked.

“Make a wish,” he replied, “find out.”

Tempting as it was, she hadn’t. Though she had no idea just what the hell she was supposed to do with it. It was no larger than a kitten, with a silver-grey body and chitin forming protective plating on its face. Bright, curious orange eyes stared up at Carol. They were left alone in a small cabin on a skrull ship, the vents covered so it couldn’t slip away into the air shafts.

“Right,” Carol murmured, tilting her head as she regarded the lizard. It didn’t seem right to call it a dragon. It was a little small. “You… have a name?”

#i hope this is okiiii #what could go wrong with a ahamkara running around the mcu? #precious smol space durgon

[the-marshals-wife]

ANOTHER *smash* Yon-rogg fluff x reader? Maybe early morning cute sleepy Yon-rogg? Thanks 😚

Sunrise (Yon-Rogg x Reader)

A/N: Fluff is exactly what the doctor ordered. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

Description: Yon-Rogg x Fem!Reader, cutesy fluff | Warnings: a little sensuality | Setting: pre-Captain Marvel | Word count: 913

Gif credit: user judelaw

The golden light of dawn had yet to pour over the horizon, the sky over Hala’s skyscrapers still deep purple. Letting out a yawn, you gaze out the windows of the glass elevator, watching the city below slowly come to life.

You weren’t sure why, but you’d woken up two whole hours before your alarm. Maybe it was the fatigue of the many missions you’d been on in recent months with your team. Whatever it was, you felt inspired. It’d been nearly a year since your relationship with “the commander” shifted into something much more serious than just being comrades in war. Perhaps it was silly, you thought, but you felt like celebrating.

The elevator rings out a chime as the door slides open. You walk down the vacant hallway of the apartment complex, the heat of the take-out container in your hand nearly burning your palm. Yon wasn’t exactly a morning person, but since he would surely be busy later in the day, a fresh, hot breakfast seemed to be the best option.

Reaching his apartment, you press the alarm button on the door console, quietly humming to yourself. Several moments pass, and you can just picture him stumbling out of bed, shuffling to the door muttering to himself about the hour.

The door slides open, and you stifle a laugh, him looking even grumpier than you imagined.

“Darling...” he exhales, his eyes barely open, “between you and Vers, do you even know how much sleep I get anymore?”

“I brought you breakfast,” you grin, just happy to see him.

He groggily looks between you and the steamed-up container.

“Very well,” he chuckles, moving aside to let you in.

You pause in the doorway to kiss his cheek, and proceed into the kitchen area.

“And what may I ask...” he interrupts himself with a yawn, “possessed you to indulge in such an act of charity?”

“Well, I couldn’t sleep. And I was thinking about how we’ve been together for almost a year. So I don’t know, I wanted to do something nice,” you say cheerily, unpacking the food and searching for clean plates, the aroma quickly filling the space.

“Couldn’t we just have gone to dinner?” he laments, practically crashing onto the sofa.

“Feel free to take me any time you like,” you retort, “But this I’m doing for you.”

“Is that what I think it is?” he asks, his voice partly masked by the cushions.

“Your favorite,” you snicker, knowing you’ve got his attention now, “Xandarian sausage and eggs.”

“That’s almost enough to tempt me,” he responds, still not sitting up.

“You better get over here before it gets cold,” you say, scooping it all onto a plate for him.

He grumbles something into the couch. The stalwart commander, focused and fearless, rendered weak and irritable by his pure hatred of mornings. You can’t help but be amused by the reversal.

“What did you say?” you ask, humoring him.

He repeats the same series of muffled noises.

“Yon-Rogg, what are you saying?” you huff, hands on your hips.

“I said come here first,” he says, at last audible.

You smirk. The mischief in his voice in unmistakable.

Slowly stepping around to the front of the seat, you barely have time to react as Yon jumps up and grabs your waist, pulling you down with him.

He laughs triumphantly as you pretend to struggle, but his strong arms are too much to fight against. He pulls you over on top of him, and your heart begins to race.

“Yon, what are you doing?” you grin, getting lost in his piercing eyes.

“Waking up,” he answers, gently cupping your face and pulling your lips to his. You melt into the tender kiss, reaching your hand up into his hair.

“The food...” you breathe, pulling away.

“Let it cool for moment. Wouldn’t want to get burned, would we?” he teases.

“Well, when you put it that way,” you say, leaning back in.

Sleepiness is forgotten as he cradles your head and pulls you deeper into the kisses. He holds you tighter, and your other hand slides under his robe across his chest. His mouth moves to trail kisses down your neck, making you giggle.

“I thought you hated mornings” you blush, trying to keep your composure.

He leans back and smiles at you. “You are the only thing that can make them tolerable.”

“Then I’m glad to be of service,” you reply, softly giving his nose a tap.

“Shall we proceed with breakfast then?” he suggests, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You lift your gaze to the window, streaks of sunlight beginning to blaze across the amber sky.

“Probably still too hot,” you say, curling up behind Yon. “Besides, I don’t wanna miss the sunrise.”

“Well,” he sighs, bringing you closer as you lay your head on his shoulder, “when you put it that way.”

Together you watch the beams of light start to reflect off of the sea of glass and metal below, the warm glow filling the room around you.

“Thank you for the surprise, darling,” he says after a moment, slipping his hand into yours. “If I ever get to see the end of this war, I hope to spend every morning for the rest of my life like this. With you beside me.”

“You promise me to stay alive, and I’ll be there,” you respond, bittersweet tears welling in your eyes.

He kisses the top of your head.

”You have got yourself a deal.”

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[mell-bell]

It's strange what desire will make foolish people do- Part 1

Yon-Rogg x Reader

Words: 3027                       

Series Summary: You and Yon-Rogg were friends. You trained together. You fought together. But what happens when you realize you’re on the wrong side of the war? When everything you thought you knew was a lie. When the day you had been dreading finally arrives....when Yon-Rogg has to choose, you or the war?

Author’s notes: (posted March 11, 2019) Alright so just a PSA but I know absolutely nothing about Captain Marvel comics so I’m just going off what I saw in the movie (and what I remember like I only saw it once so far soooo) anyways I’m in love with Carol but also have an unhealthy obsession with Jude Law so I have a love/hate relationship with Yon-Rogg even though he’s a bitch, imma make him a little less evil and this is gonna be kinda dark so apologies for that....I wanted something different but this is what my brain wrote lol anyways enjoy!!!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You ducked as a fist came flying at your head, a smile growing on your face as you knew exactly what your opponent’s next move would be. Your arm darted out, ready to slam into his stomach, but before you could make contact, your legs were swept out from beneath you, and you slammed to the ground.

Your head throbbed where it had made contact with the floor and as you tried to push yourself up, your arm screamed in pain and you crashed back to the ground with a yelp. Taking a deep breath, you blinked away the sparks of light dancing across your vision, letting out an exaggerated groan as a foot lightly kicked your side.

“You better not be dead, the Supreme Intelligence would kill me for murdering her second best warrior.”

“Second best?” You snickered, pushing aside the pain as you shoved yourself to your feet.

Yon-Rogg smirked at you, immediately getting back into fighting stance, motioning for you to do the same.

Flashes of light were still sparkling across your vision and your body felt as if you had fallen 10 stories, but out of habit, your leg slid back as you lifted your fists.

“Y/N!”

Relief slammed into you as you turned. A Kree guard stood at the door of the gym motioning for you to follow.

“This isn’t over.” Yon-Rogg pointed at you, a playful smirk growing on his face.

You stuck your tongue out at him and flipped him off, before quickly following the guard out into the hall.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Yon-Rogg had been friends since your first day on Hala.

The second you landed on planet, you were placed in training, your supervisor being THE Yon-Rogg himself. All the other trainee’s around you kept talking about how he was the Supreme Intelligence’s favorite and how he was a hard-ass to all the new recruits.

But that didn’t scare you.

If anything it made you want to befriend him more.

Within five seconds of meeting him, you realized he was one of the most serious people on this planet. And you made it your personal goal to get him to laugh by the end of the day.

It only took you ten minutes.

His laughter echoed across the training room, all the trainees freezing and watching in confusion as he struggled to catch his breath. You stood back, your arms crossed, a wide smirk on your face.

However, the laughter only lasted for a few seconds before he stopped abruptly, pulled himself together, and yelled at everyone to get back to work.

But from that moment you became quick friends.

He volunteered to personally train you. And soon you were quickly rising in the ranks.

You balanced each other out. You were outgoing where he was quieter. And he was more serious where you were more emotional. But you respected each other’s strengths and weaknesses. He taught you how to focus and train while you taught him how to let loose and dream.

But your friendship didn’t stop you from being competitive. You both fought for the best positions and the best missions. But as you continued to be promoted, you were rarely put up for the same ones. You became more of a spy while Yon-Rogg was the definition of a Kree soldier.

Yon-Rogg realized quickly that you struggled to blindly follow orders. You liked knowing all the facts. But that wasn’t how missions typically worked. You would be given an order and were expected to follow it without question. But what if that order had consequences?

You didn’t like hurting people. You were a spy. You lied, you manipulated, but you rarely killed. You didn’t see the same death and destruction like the other agents, like Yon-Rogg.

He would often lightly scold you for following your heart too often. And you would reply by calling him robotic. Neither of you meant anything by it. But sometimes you could see the sincere worry in Yon-Rogg’s eyes and he would warn you that your bleeding heart was going to get you in trouble.

But you knew that he would always have your back should you need something. He would always keep you safe. And you would always keep him safe.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few days later, you were in the middle of gathering intel on a planet bordering Hala when you received a message ordering you to take out your informant.

Your steps faltered as you read the message over and over again. And against orders, you quickly sent a message back asking why. The only answer you received was: “double agent”.

Your heart dropped. You knew for certain that your informant was innocent. You had been working with her for years and she had never led you astray. You knew the only reason she helped you was to make money to support her children. She had no side in your war.

You weren’t sure how long you stood motionless in the middle of the street. It wasn’t until you heard the beeping of a cruiser behind you that you quickly stepped onto the sidewalk, the insistent beeping coming from your comm echoing in your hand.

The message read, “Execute target. Confirm?”

You swallowed hard before confirming.

Your heart was racing as you tried to come up with a plan. The last time you had been ordered to kill someone had been two years ago. You had lied and helped that man into hiding. And you had never been found out. Never told anyone. Not even Yon-Rogg. Part of you wanted to believe that if you had, he would have covered for you, but you weren’t sure. Even though he was your closest friend, this war had been his life for decades. You didn’t know what you would do the day he chose it over you.

But nothing was going to stop you from saving this woman. With no time to form a plan, you would have to wing it.

When you made contact with your informant, you made plans to meet up behind your usual bar. After making sure you weren’t followed, you slipped down the alley, your hand on your blaster. As you caught sight of the hooded woman leaning against the wall, you relaxed.

You whispered the code word, but before hearing it back, you began to beg her to leave and never return, realizing far too late that the woman in front of you wasn’t your informant.

Turning around to run, you ran headfirst into a Kree agent. Knocking him on the ground, you turned the corner seeing your informant across the street. Just as you were about to scream to her, something hit you hard over the head and you blacked out.

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When you woke, smoke was billowing from a fire in front of you. The sparks burning against your face as you laid against the sandy ground.

You weren’t in the alley anymore. The desert sand blew around you, no civilization to be seen for miles. You began to struggle to get up when somebody kicked you hard in the stomach, pain splintering through you. All you could do was pray they hadn’t broken a rib.

Another foot came down, slamming your head into the ground, a rock tearing into your forehead.

Brushing the stream of blood across your face, you blinked ferociously trying to focus your eyes. The smoke burned as you peered around finally catching sight of your informant across the fire. The woman was terrified. She was kneeling on the ground, her body trembling. Her mouth moving nonstop, begging, pleading to the Kree agent’s standing next to her. But they remained motionless, their blasters aimed at the back of her head.

You had walked into a trap. This mission had been a test. And you had failed.

Someone spoke, their voice muffled. You strained to hear what they were saying, but all you could hear was the pounding in your head.

Before you could prepare to defend yourself, the Kree agent’s surrounded you. They grabbed your arms and hauled you up, forcing you to your knees. You began to fight back even as your body screamed in pain.

You managed to get one of the agent’s on the ground, but you just weren’t fast enough. Your legs were kicked out beneath you and you were pinned to the ground, forced to watch in horror as one the agent’s aimed his blaster at your informant’s head.

You screamed. And he pulled the trigger.

Defeated, your body fell limp. It was over. You were as good as dead.

But as if it wasn’t enough to watch the woman you had tried to protect die, one of the agent’s threaded his hands through your hair and hauled you up, forcing you to look at the woman lying on the ground.

Another agent came around and began speaking to you and when you didn’t look up he grabbed your chin forcing your eyes to meet his. As he began to repeat what he said, you spit in his face, barely flinching when he punched you across the face.

And this time as you laid silently on the ground, they left you there as tears burned in your throat.

You weren’t sure how long you remained there, the fire still burning hot across your face.

You welcomed the pain and prayed for the darkness to come.

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After a while, you felt your limp body being dragged against the ground, the rocks buried in the sand, beating into you, birthing more bruises.

You knew you had made it back to the ship, when the ground became smooth and solid beneath you, a welcome relief to your body.

The two Kree agent’s stopped abruptly, your limp body jerking in their hold, a groan escaping from your throat.

Loud footsteps echoed across the empty walls in the hall. Two boots stopped in front of you. And you swallowed hard before looking up and meeting Yon-Rogg’s eyes. They were dark and hard. And in that moment, you couldn’t find one inch of the man you knew.

You flinched as his arm moved forward, expecting his fist to slam into your face. When it didn’t, you hesitantly met his eyes once more seeing the horror on his face as he looked from his hand to your beaten body.

He waved his arm, motioning for the guards to release you, but when they didn’t, Yon-Rogg swallowed hard before nodding minutely and leading the way into the Supreme Intelligence’s quarters.

And the only thing on your mind in that moment was Yon-Rogg’s voice telling you to be careful following your heart.

As the tendrils of the Supreme Intelligence burned into your skin,  you tried to fight it. All you could hear was a voice repeating: “you have failed your test”. It only took a few moments before your mind gave out and you collapsed.

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You woke abruptly, the pain in your body causing a whimper to be torn unconsciously from your throat. Prying open your eyes, you saw the bare walls of the dungeon cells. You didn’t know that so many things could hurt at once.

A coolness spread across your brow and you squinted your eyes as they strained against the bright light in the room.

Someone shushed you as you tried to speak and that was when everything came racing back to you. Your heart started pounding and you pushed the unknown hands away before shooting across the room, your body giving out halfway. You dropped, your bound hands unable to stop you from slamming into the ground.

“Y/N.”

You shook your head, trying to get your eyes to focus as you watched the figure crouch down before you.

Yon-Rogg.

His mouth moved and it took you a few minutes to realize he was talking to you.

“-so stupid. Why would you do that? Saving a double agent. I know you don’t like bloodshed, but this is war. She could-“

“She was innocent.” You whispered.

And he froze, his bright eyes boring into you, “You don’t know that.”

“I do.” You swallowed, “Because she wasn’t a double agent. They set me up. The Supreme Intelligence. They knew I saved the last person I was supposed to kill. I helped him. And before you tell me how stupid I was, I’m not sorry. We’re on the wrong side of the war, Yon. I couldn’t sit around and do nothing anymore.”

His eyes flashed and he ran his hands through his hair, “Wrong side of the war? The Skrulls are attacking us. Killing us. How are we on the wrong side? This is everything we’ve been fighting for, how could you betray us?”

“I betrayed no one but the Supreme Intelligence, who wants to wipe out a whole race for no reason. Tell me there’s nothing wrong with that?” Your voice rose louder, “Don’t you ever wonder why they don’t come after us? Why they always just defend themselves? We’ve never even been given a reason why!”

“I....” He swallowed, “That’s not for us to question.”

Your heart sunk, “So, we’re just soldiers that blindly follow orders. Where does it end?”

A loud bang sounded outside and you pressed harder against the wall, Yon-Rogg’s mouth tightening as he watched you cowering, never having seen you in such a vulnerable state.

“I’m getting you out of here.”

“What?” Your voice cracked.

He shook his head and peered over his shoulder as if he was expecting a fight to come through the door, “I’m not leaving you here. They’ll kill you.”

You shrugged, defeated, “Yeah, I expected nothing less.”

“And you’re fine with that?” His voice wavered.

“What do you expect me to do? Fight with broken ribs, sprained ankle, hands tied together? I’m not some wonder woman.”

Voices echoed outside and as if a switch had been flipped, Yon-Rogg shot forward, the sudden movement startling you. He whipped out a knife and cut through your cuffs quickly. He hauled you up, your arm resting around his shoulders, his other grasping your side, the pain of breathing already getting to you.

“You’re signing your own death certificate.” You panted, more worried about him than yourself. You had accepted your fate the second you had saved that man two years ago. You knew you would be sentenced to death. But Yon...he hadn’t done anything.

“So be it.” He growled, his arm wrapping tighter around you, as he all but carried you through the door and started down the hall.

“Be careful with following your heart, it’ll get you in trouble.” You quoted at him, and you felt his steps falter as a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. Your chest warmed a little, knowing he had your back. And as you returned his smile, he paused for a moment, looking down at you. You leaned into his body a little more, his head leaning down toward you, resting his forehead against your temple.

A moment later, he cleared his throat and you took a deep breath before you both started down the hall again.

You didn’t make five more feet before guards surrounded the two of you. Their blaster’s aimed to kill.

“The Supreme Intelligence wants to speak to you both.”

You weren’t lucky enough to fall unconscious this time.

The guard’s let Yon-Rogg help you down the hall and into the room. You could feel him breathing hard beside you, his eyes darting left and right, trying to find any available escape route to get you out of there. But as you grew closer and closer to the Supreme Intelligence you knew your fate was sealed.

The second you entered the room the two of you were torn apart. It took four guards to hold Yon-Rogg down and you began to fight thinking they were going to attack him for helping you.

But it wasn’t him they wanted.

It was you.

One of your closest friends, one of the women you had trained with for years, went on missions with, someone you trusted with your life, stepped up to you, her weapon extended. She threw a fleeting look at Yon-Rogg, who was fighting to break away from the guards, terror filling his eyes as Lora raised her weapon striking you across the face.

You weren’t sure how you remained conscious but as she continued to beat you, Yon-Rogg screamed and screamed and fought with all his strength. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t help you.

“I’ll kill you!” He screamed.

Finally. Finally. Lora stopped hitting you. Your breath was coming in short and everything was becoming numb.

Your last thought was at least they weren’t hurting him.

But it wasn’t until you finally passed out that they came for him.

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The threads burned into your skin as your consciousness fell to the Supreme Intelligence.

“Why?” Your voice croaked hoarsely, your gaze focused solely on the ground, knowing exactly who you would see if you looked up.

“Because you disobeyed.”

“No, why did you make him watch?”

“Because he loves you.”

Your body jerked, your head shooting up seeing Yon-Rogg staring down at you. His face blank.

It wasn’t him.

The Supreme Intelligence’s head cocked, “I have known for years. Since you joined us. He tried to fight it. I never thought it would be a problem. I’m not certain when his mission stopped being ours and starting being protecting you, but it has caused me enough issues.”

“You’re lying.” Your heart was pounding.

“It is you who he sees when he speaks to me. Make of that what you will.”

“So, you’re going to kill us both?”

The Supreme Intelligence paused, “No. I am going to tell him you’re dead. Break him down. And then build him back up into the perfect soldier. Emotions destroy. He will be better without you.”

You swallowed heavily, “And what happens to me?”

“You are no threat. However, I can’t have you around in fear that you will corrupt my soldier again. But you may be of use to me someday.”

The figure before her smiled. But it wasn’t Yon’s smile.

And then everything went black.

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Author’s notes: Seriously don’t even though what this is....it just happened. Didn’t mean to make this so fucking dark but it happened and now I want to make it happy so possibly a sequel one day

Part 2 is up! I don’t want to link it though because tumblr hates links but you can search for it on my page :D

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KIND CAMARADERIE

Request: @quirkycurlsworld asked: Can you do a yon rogg smut fic whre the reader and him are in the middle of doing it but carol and the rest of the team walk in on them while reader and him are in a certain position and rogg get angry at the team

Pairing: yon-rogg x reader

Word count: 1940

Warnings: smut, language.

The excursion had shorter than many prior once, albeit just as draining. The mission was simple, straightforward and in all honesty no more than a hit-and-run with the goal to terminate the target. In the end, the objective was achieved, regardless the plan had been altered under imperative circumstances and it had left Yon-Rogg in some of a daze. With his title and sense of unjust, he knew he could not pull rank this early on the new Starforce recruit, and that was why he was left to moan and whine to you. Whine in a complaint about what he so was vexed by and moan as a result of your kind camaraderie. Sensing the bate seething off of him, you had followed him into the briefing quarters only to have him go off on you. So there he stood, tall with vigor, sprouting unresolved anger in your face as you stood small, austere in mien and taking the blast.

Finally, Yon-Rogg paused his unwarranted verbal abuse, heart beating faster in his chest than it ever did on a mission and he appeared to become aware of his own temper. A flash of gold blazed behind his piercing eyes, and his brows furrowed in a crease.

Swallowing the lump in his sore throat, you watched patiently as your commander gathered the backbone to pardon himself. You lifted your hand in protest, eyes pacific and leaving him beyond confused.

“Don’t,” spoke you at last and your voice did wonders to disarm his foul spirit.

He shook his head in dispute, “no, I—Y/N, please excuse me, that was highly improper.”

You scoffed and went around the table to diminish the space between the pair of you. Fat euphemism, you thought. “It’s quite alright, Yon-Rogg. I can only begin to imagine what discomfort you might be in.”

Taking the liberty to deprive him of his arms, you rid him of the weapons attached to his wrists and his head dropped, feeling an undue rigidness stiffen his posture. His troubled mind could only wonder what kept you from bashing his face in.

But to you, that was not the case. For while the commander undoubtedly treated you unfairly and often of that, you could not fathom serving in a world with another superior but him. He was spartan and at times fueled by more emotion than he cared to admit, but he was the furthest thing from arrogant. Yon-Rogg served the Empire, not himself. In every way, a perfect soldier, always getting the job done regardless of untoward altercation and perhaps that was why the Supremor was so cautious with him. To have Yon-Rogg become aware of their horrendous schemes was something certainly unwanted, and what better way to secure none of the sorts happened than make the warrior feel unsure of himself. He needed a place in the world, he needed a matter to attend to and the Supreme Intelligence saw it fit to give him that under the ruling of the militaristic lifestyle.

Under your touch, Yon-Rogg grew uneasy, uncertain with your intentions and to speak frankly, his vehement uproar had done something to stimulate the unethical sensation he had fallen prey to. “What are you doing?”

“You always are being so harsh on yourself, Commander. I know you view yourself in higher regard—and have no doubt, the rest of the team does the same, however, and with all due respect, Commander—when was the last time you let your guard down?”

Watching him intently, your eyes bore into his and he never had felt so belittled. Your mouth in carelessness but those words you said were showing sentiment and such affection he rarely felt. A flush of warm heat spread and the beads of sweat sprinkled across his temple trickled down his neck.

He cleared his throat and distanced himself, forcing his darkened eyes from yours. “Y/N, you should leave. I am sorry, I did not mean to reprimand you in such ways, I will convey the word of your improvement to the Supreme Intelligence.”

You could not help but chuckle, an alluring facade veiling your features as you took another step in his direction. “Forget the Supreme Intelligence for a moment, will you? Yon-Rogg, I hold no animosity towards you, I hope you know that. If only you would allow it, I would be more than glad to, say, tend to your needs. My pleasure, really.”

Yon-Rogg felt the rough material of his suit cling to him uncomfortably, suddenly feeling as if the temperature in the room had increased acutely.

His hand reached up to where your finger traced his chest, trying his best to restrain himself but you made it all too difficult. Candidly, it had been awfully long since he had been satisfied.

“Just let go,” coaxed you beside his ear, your breath prickling at his hot skin and you ghosted your lips over his flesh.

Drawing kisses up his neck, across his jaw and to his lips, he refused to lean in until you body was pressed tight against his and from there he held you in a firm position. His kiss was longing, yearned for and something you had over time come to accept you only ever would feel in your dreams. But now his tongue finally danced intact with yours, a dance of the devil and you melted into his touch as he guided you to the table. The three-dimensional panels it displayed crumbled in pixels and Yon-Rogg swallowed the moan he elicited. Your suits left little place for much experimenting and knowing it was one difficult piece to get off, you decided to go ahead and get out of your own.

The commander let his thoughts be voiced. “This should not be.”

While his hands roamed your baring skin, he could not help but let his morals remain and Yon-Rogg’s kiss only grew more hungry by the minute. Starved of all that he denied himself the pleasure of, he rid himself of his own attire.

His mind was a wreck. Perturbed with his juniors, head still caught in the cribbling network of the Supremor and he could no longer keep himself off of you. How could he? When you offered yourself to such kind service. By no means did he wish to offend you, still that was not the idea he wished you swayed under and so he showed you just how intensely he craved you.

With brute force, he took you roughly by the waist, pulled you to him and then had you lean forward on the table. Admiring your sprawled display, his hand ran down your naked back, fingers pressing on your skin, drawing close to the scars; some of which he asserted he himself might have burdened you with.

Tapping your ankles, he urged your legs to part further and obeying your commander, a grinning grimace found its way to your face. At long last.

“Let me feel you, Yon-Rogg,” cajoled you coyly, miserably attempting to turn and offer him a kind invitation, but his calloused hands got hold of your wrists, pinning them tight to the small of your back.

Once Yon-Rogg lined himself up against your slit, you moan as he spread your wetness across with just the use of his engorged head. Against you he felt hard like granite, smooth in the warmth of his flesh and as he slid past your opening you shuddered, melting completely in utter relief against the flat surface.

He tried to keep his composure, still overwhelmed with your submissiveness. Also, the sight of you was one he wished to relish, hoping with his all this would not be the last time he might be granted such a divine display.

Impatiently, you wiggled beneath his grasp, breaking him from the trance and he pushed in, thrusting the length of his girth through your tight walls. Unintelligible words escaped past your lips, moan of pleasure following.

Yon-Rogg picked up the pace, is teeth grit behind closed lips while he cursed himself, sinning and in such a place. He should be ashamed of himself, but again faced what he himself thought to be arrogance quizzing him: How could you be? With such a fine woman fulfilling your every desire. To turn her away, that would be the real disgrace of the hour.

Grunting, Yon-Rogg moaned your name in praise, caring for him in such a casual way. He should have known better, but at that moment you were all occupying his love-sick mind. His cock twitched inside you, you cunt clenched around him, squeezing him for all he had to offer and you pressed your head down hard on the table, biting on your lip to prevent yourself from screaming. Yon-Rogg he noticed this and reached down to pull you up to his chest, nuzzling kisses in your neck, you could not remember the last time you had felt in such a compromising position—loved in sweet applauds to the ear while being pounded mercilessly from behind. Your heart fluttered and your legs gave in, weakening you and his hands ceased the hold he had you in to allow you to restore your balance.

“Yon—” you begged, your plea like saccharine in his ears. “I—I need to come!”

How you spoke, you were not ready for the rush you felt approaching. It was more of a warning than anything for you knew you could not hold yourself back. His velocity seemed to only increase, indicating he in no near future saw it fit to leave you unsatisfied. He did not plan to make your first orgasm the last and he told, orderer you to come for him, around him.

Then just as you were on the verge, a sound appeared from the opposite side of the room and what you could only deduce to be the doors slid open, revealing the scene. Most certainly it was none for sore eyes and that might be just why the shocked eyes shied away in the matter of split-seconds.

With profanity and a scream, both Vers’ and Korath’s eyes were anywhere but at you, Yon-Rogg’s second in command turned with his back and ready to leave while the rookie settled with a hand before her eyes.

“My—fuck, I—I’m sorry, we didn’t mean to—”

“Vers!” reprimanded Korath, feeling the best would be to leave the two of you, spare himself the discomfiture, too.

Yon-Rogg’s frame shielded your own mostly, and while you scrambled to collect yourself, you were flushed with fever as you had been denied your orgasm, the tingle still in your sex, waiting for liberation.

“I just wanted to apologize—”

Vers tried but was cut off by her commander’s harsh voice, ordering her out. You thanked the Gods for their obeying of orders and once the doors closed behind them, Yon-Rogg finally forced his gaze to meet yours. His lips were parted, plump and pink but his cock standing tall in hiding behind his hand had your eyes elsewhere. The silence only persisted for a short moment, for then you broke a laugh and held yourself against the table again.

You knew this was nothing Yon-Rogg would ever have wanted to be brought to anyone’s attention, and although you would not have minded keeping a secret, you could only imagine what awkward tension this would leave between you the next time your paths would cross. Your commander was not eased in the least and so you snaked your hand up the back of his neck, licking your lips as your other hand went to his cock.

“You didn’t finish.”

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[imagineitup]

Guarded (2/2) : Yon-Rogg x Reader

requests : y’all wanted a part two so here it is xx

a/n : omg it took so long but i did it!! thank u for being so patient and for giving me these ideas ILY 

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A hand catches your fist mid-air, and you whirl around.  At this point, you aren’t even surprised, seeing how he’s been trying to catch your attention for days.

“You’re leaning too much into it.  You’ve got to focus.”

“I seem to be needing a lot of that now, don’t I?”  You rip your fist from his hand, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks.

His eyes bore into yours, molten and amber in the lighting.  “We need to talk.”

You smile tightly.  “We are.”  You push past him, stepping foot outside the training room.  “And now we’re not.  Goodbye.”

Yon-Rogg lets out a sigh, quickly following after you.  He matches your pace, staring ahead.  To the normal passerby, it would seem as if everything was normal.  It’s infuriating.

“(Y/N).”

“Yes?”

He looks to his left, the setting sunlight reflecting across his face.  There’s no one and nothing, except for the buildings stretching out beneath the railing, orbicular and refracting in the sunlight.

He pulls you into an alcove, making a quick turn.  It leaves you flustered and confused, and you look back up to see him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.  He fixes you with an inscrutable look.  And yet, he doesn’t speak.

“You’re one for dramatics, aren’t you?”

“It’s the only way you’d listen.”

You close your eyes, letting out a long breath.  “Well, I’m listening.”

“What did you mean?  When you said --”

“When I said, we both know you don’t care about me?”  You laugh, although devoid of amusement.  “I meant, you don’t care about me.  Period.”

Yon-Rogg’s eyes burn with intensity.  “That’s not true.”

You scoff, shaking your head.  “Oh, right.  You value me because I’m a good sniper.  My mistake.”

“Would you just listen to me?”  He fixes you with something nearly resembling a glare, although it’s entirely exasperated and full of something else.  ���It’s complicated, (Y/N).”

You look up at him, confusion filling your features.

“I care about our entire team.”

You smile flippantly.  “Because they add to the good of Kree?”

Yon-Rogg sighs, running a hand across his face.  “Yes, you’re right.  But I don’t care about Korath, the way I care about you.”

“No one likes Korath.”

Yon-Rogg smirks.   He shakes his head and fixes you with an amused look.  “Really?”

You can’t help but manage a quirk of your lips.

“I don’t feel the same way about you.  I’ve never felt the same way about anyone.  Ever.”

“You’re probably confused.  There’s this thing called irritation.  Must be new to you.”

Yon-Rogg steps closer, shaking his head.  “I’m not confused.”

“Yes, you are.  You’re irrational and big-headed, and --”

“You know, is it possible for you to shut up?”

And then he’s kissing you, lips meeting yours, soft against your own.  It startles the breath out of you, and you melt in the warmth rushing up your spine.

When he pulls away he’s smirking, that impossible smirk.  

“I’ll shut up whenever you want.  As long as you keep kissing me.”

Yon-Rogg laughs under his breath, thumb brushing against your cheek.  “Don’t tempt me.”

And then you pull him towards you, pausing inches from his lips.  “You sure?”

His eyes wrinkle and he kisses you again, a smile pulling at the edge of his lips.

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[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Just Another Soldier Chapter 7

Yon-Rogg x reader

Summary:  Post-snap

Word Count: 1621

A/N: Okay, this was written before Endgame came out, so it was just me speculating. I might eventually branch off and write another that follows the plot for real, but this one IS NOT CANON COMPLIANT IN THE SLIGHTEST. Also, since it was written before, it’s got no spoilers, but I doubt anyone that cares has still not seen it by the time this goes live. ALSO, as usual, this is all I’ve got for the time being on this one (as of 28 May 2019), and I’m not actively planning more. Later down the line I might add to it, so check the Masterlist if you’re reading it a decent amount of time after the listed date, but as of that date, I’ve got nothing to add to this.

“We’re going to need backup if we’re going to make this plan work,” Steve was saying. What remained of the Avengers after the snap—Carol and Nebula included—were gathered in the meeting room. “We need an army strong enough to act as a distraction. Anyone got any ideas?”

Carol was the first to speak up. “I might have a couple strings I can pull, but I don’t know if they made it through.”

“Find out. Right now, I don’t care where they come from.”

“Enemy of my enemy …” Scott muttered.

“Exactly.”

It was a matter of hours once Carol sent her messages and already there were two simultaneous proximity alerts announcing two arrivals. The others were resting, but Steve and Carol stepped outside to greet the two ships.

A skrull left his ship first.

“Steve, this is Talos. He’s an old friend.”

“What’s this I hear about you planning on attacking Thanos?” the alien smiled. “It’s good to see you, Carol.”

“You too,” she replied, happily hugging her friend. “Your family?”

“All safe. We all escaped alive, surprisingly. Many others were not that lucky. That’s why I’m here.”

“Thank you for coming,” Steve said earnestly.

“Of course.” Talos glanced over his shoulder at the other ship. “Am I mistaken, or is that a Kree vessel?”

“It is,” Carol’s voice was noticeably on-edge. “You’ll want to get behind me when they come out. Just in case. I’m not sure who it was that picked up my call.”

“Oh, now that’s just delightful.” The hatch of the other hip hissed as it started opening, so he moved as instructed. “I’ve got a ten-man squad in my ship, by the way.”

“That’s gr—” Carol cut herself off at the sight of the person that was descending the ramp. “Oh, no . . .”

It was Y/N. Or rather, it looked more like the ghost of Y/N. Her once practically glowing emerald suit was dulled by scorch marks and scuffs. Old bloodstains that hadn’t been cleaned surrounded tears in places like the abdomen and left leg.

I really hope she isn’t hurt, Carol thought.

The most striking feature, however, was her face. The warrior captain was pale, her eyes red and tired. Memories of that conversation Carol had eavesdropped on danced around her mind. Back then, Y/N had said she’d never seen her husband look so tired. Now, it seemed it was her turn.

“Y/N …” Carol breathed.

“Vers,” the woman greeted stiffly.

Carol didn’t bother to correct her old friend. “What happened?”

“I think you can guess. He didn’t make it, and I didn’t get to say goodbye. I just woke up to a bed full of dust.”

Steve winced upon hearing that. He knew nothing about this beaten-looking stranger, but he knew how it felt to watch his best friend vanish. Just waking to that … The pain would be unimaginable. He could infer that this mystery man was someone both females knew, but this woman was obviously involved with him romantically.

“Thank you for coming despite … everything, I guess.”

Talos wanted to make a remark about how this woman was Kree—a ruthless one at that he’d learned from the one time they’d crossed paths on the battlefield—but it was clear that she was still mourning. As vicious as her kind could be, no one in the universe had deserved the fate bestowed upon them by the Titan.

Cold, Y/E/C eyes met Carol’s. “I just want my husband back.”

That was all the prompting Carol needed to jog forward and hug her friend. “We’ll bring him back. Him and everyone else.”

The soldier met Talos’ eyes over Carol’s shoulder. Worry lanced through his heart for an instant before the woman nodded. It was a clear sign between the old soldiers that they would find no enemy this day. He solemnly returned the gesture.

“Let’s head inside,” Steve announced once the moment passed. “Talos, bring your troops. Everyone needs to meet to make this plan work.”

It was the night before they put phase one of the plan into action, and of course Steve couldn’t sleep. And from his ensuing wandering around the base, it looked like not many people could. Clint was holed up in the air vents, Natasha in the gym, Tony and Rhodes were in the shop with Banner. Steve could almost believe it was a normal night. If not for the hollow feeling that haunted almost everyone in the building, that is.

So really, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when he stumbled across a certain Kree captain on the room, standing by the railing and looking up at the stars.

“Couldn’t sleep?” The words left his mouth before he thought about how cliché they were.

She didn’t seem to mind, though. “No.”

He took up the place next to her. “It’s still amazing to think that you guys came from up there,” the man from another time admitted, eyes gazing up at the stars in wonder.

“I suppose it would be impressive around here,” she mused. “Where I’m from it’s pretty standard.”

“Where are you from?”

“A Kree colony at first. Descended from Asgardians somewhere up in the family tree … Moved to Hala after the colony was destroyed. Called it home ever since.”

Steve chuckled. “Descended from Asgardians, huh? That have anything to do with Carol telling me she could never beat you in a spar?”

Y/N actually laughed. “Maybe, but don’t tell her that. Got to keep some of the mystery somehow. At least, that’s what my husband used to say.”

“Would it be rude if I asked you about him? He’s obviously important to you.”

“It’s fine. We’d just celebrated our 34th anniversary he week before it happened. Known each other since we were fifteen …”

Old memories started to play behind her eyelids. That time on Volda, that first spar, even all the times Vers had woken them early itching for a fight. The one that stuck out however was the time he proposed.

They’d been on leave on a war, frosted planet she couldn’t recall the name of not long after finally finishing their time on Volda. She’d complained that she wanted to enjoy the local sun’s warmth after all that time in the cold and mud, so they spent part of the day dozing on the cabin’s porch.

At some point, she ended up lying with her head in his lap as he watched the local fauna walk by obliviously. The yellow sunlight made his hair appear almost blond, and made those golden eyes practically glow. “This is perfect,” she’d murmured, hand squeezing the one he had resting on her stomach.

He inhaled as if to say something as he looked down at her and seemingly cut himself off. One of those smiles that only lasts a second but leaves the corners of the lips quirked up for hours flitted across his face. “Yes, it is.” The love in those molten eyes could not be mistaken as anything else. “Have you ever thought about marriage?”

She shook her head, having an inkling of where he was going with this. “Not really. You know as well as I that it’s not exactly the norm for soldiers.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “Well, what would you say if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you?”

“I think I’d have to ask you to marry me.” She sat up as she spoke, eyes never leaving his as she moved to straddle his legs.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“Yon-Rogg, will you—” She was cut off by his lips meeting hers. The scruff of his beard scratched at her skin as they kissed.

“Of course I will,” came his reply hours later once they were snuggled together under the large bed’s plush covers.

She pressed a sleepy kiss to his shoulder. “Good.”

The memory ended, and she opened her eyes, returning to the present where Steve was still standing quietly beside her. “Sorry,” she apologized quietly.

“It’s not a problem. My best friend was lost … I’d just gotten him back … He was the only one I knew back before I went into the ice.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” she tried to joke. The smile was half-hearted, but he appreciated the effort.

“Deal.”

Steve was the first to fish out a couple pictures of his best friend. One was old. Black-and-whit old. And it showed a rather handsome man in a military uniform. The other was clearly new. Crystal clear, full color. It showed the same man, this time tired around the eyes and scruffier, with longer hair. “James Buchanan Barnes. Pulled me out of so many fights when we were kids. Hydra, real bad guys, took him and made him a weapon. I just got him back. He was recovering before Thanos came.”

“Handsome guy.”

“Easy now,” Steve chuckled. “You’re a married woman.”

“Speaking of,” with that, she used her suit’s computer to display a hologram of her husband. It hurt, looking at the three-dimensional rendering of him standing there proudly in his uniform. The photo had been taken a handful of days before the snap; he’d just gotten a promotion. Mischief sparkled in those golden eyes even in the hologram, and a smirk pulled at his lips. She hadn’t looked at the photo since she woke up without him, covered in his remains. She couldn’t bare to. Even now, she felt nausea creeping through her very being, forcing her to close the image after a few moments. “Sorry, I can’t—”

Steve seemed to understand. He gently squeezed her shoulder in solidarity. “Handsome guy.”

She could only fight back a sob.

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[lesbian-deadpool]

Yon-Rogg: Would you date a guy that’s shorter than you?

Carol: No.

Yon-Rogg: Don’t you think that’s a bit shallow?

Carol: I’m a lesbian, Yon-Rogg.

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[whirlybirbs]

hate flirting with yon-rogg pls god, you're our saving grace

✶ ┈ RECONDITIONING !

summary: after captain marvel sends yon-rogg back to hala in a take-out box, the starforce commander has to deal with doubts among the ranks and one certain pilot who thrives among the chaos.pairing: yon-rogg x kree!readera/n: fuck me up but also fuck you ron-bogg! thanks, management

As a member of the Kree Imperial Starforce, you were used to bending at the knee to Yon-Rogg’s every command. Or, really, any command. It’s a nice technique -- the whole be a better you line, y’know? And you really listened at first, obeyed.

It came second nature in a place like this. 

But, with Vers now defected and rumors flying of supposed war-crimes around Hala’s capital, you found it a bit harder to follow the sandy-haired commander blindly. 

Everyone was second guessing their place in things. 

You were one of the lucky ones -- taken from a young age with an affinity for flying. They’d drilled you through the flight academy, ran you into the ground through the naval academy, and seven long solar cycles later? You were the pilot -- the one that the Supreme Intelligence assigned as Commander Yon-Rogg’s, and his elite squadron’s, personal valet. 

And you fucking hate it.

“Buckle up, folks.”

You miss Vers. She, at least, had a sense of humor.

You kick the hyper-drive into overtime, hull cutting through the clouds as you lock yourself in a manual nosedive. Your fingers fly above you, dialing up the orbital gravitation field -- you’re trying to make the G’s a little more bearable for aforementioned Commander and his small task force. 

Not trying too hard, though. 

One of the boogies follows, un-phased by the fast drop in altitude to the desolated planet’s surface -- some desert world on the outskirts of Kree’s far moon -- and proceeds to pop a round or two against the rear shields of your ship. 

You scoff. 

Yon-Rogg isn’t impressed.

“Get us out of here, soldier.”

“Trying, sir.”

“Try harder.”

You snarl as you punch it, not bothering to warn him of the sudden burst of G’s as you tear away from the planet’s surface and far into the atmosphere.

Once back on Hala, on solid ground, you’re not surprised at the reaming you’re given. It’s about time -- Yon-Rogg, finally back in action after a three week stunt in reconditioning -- hadn’t blown up on any of the special operatives yet. Back in the barracks, soldiers had been wondering when it would finally happen.

And here you are.

“We don’t play with our food, soldier.”

“My apologies, sir.”

“And what are those supposed to do? Track down the two Skrull transports we lost in the firefight? Need I remind you we are at war, solider?”

“No, sir.”

You can tell your sense of control is getting to him. All the more reason to keep your expression on ice and eyes set forward. He hates seeing his soldier practice the lessons he teaches, you think. He gets off on fixing the problems the brain-washing doesn’t. You don’t bother to drop your chin. Not today.

Yon sees it. His fingers snatch your jaw, his golden eyes set in a burning type of anger that should scare you. It doesn’t, because you can see the same sort of rebellion there. You and him? You’re one in the same.

His run in with Carol Danvers has him scared.

“Wipe that smug look off your face, soldier,” Yon-Rogg says finally, “Or I will myself.”

“Yes sir.”

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[silence-burns]

Training

Fandom: Captain Marvel / Marvel (NO SPOILERS)

Summary: Imagine training with Yon-Rogg.

A quick jump to the right saved your face from being smashed by Yon-Rogg’s fist. Dodging, you let him push you in the corner of the training room - his favourite spot to pin you down until you gave up.

“You’re not gonna archive anything this way,” he said, not slowing down. Your arm hurt, blocking another punch.

“I wouldn't be so sure.”

You marked a kick to the left and used it to punch him in the ribs. Yon-Rogg barely noticed. He caught your arm and threw you to the ground painfully.

A growl escaped your lips.

“You think too much,” he said, circling you. “It should be an instinct taking you over.”

“My instinct is still hospitalized after our last training.”

Legs shaking, you put yourself together, standing up to him. Yon-Rogg shook his head with amusement.

“Humor is not going to help you. You need to improve.”

“That's what I'm trying to do.”

You closed the distance between you in a single jump, throwing punches left and right. You hoped to take him off-guard while he lectured you, but he blocked every one of them. It felt like punching a brick wall and was just as tiring. Sweat was running down your face.

You lost concentration, and Yon-Rogg used that moment to cut your legs. Your back hurt, hitting the floor again.

Breathless, you decided to lay down a little. Dark spots were flashing before your eyes, forming constellations of exhaustion.

His face leaned over you, concern in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

“Never felt better.”

Even to your own ears, you sounded weak. Your words would be more convincing if you weren't panting so much.

“Let me just remind you. It was your idea to get up so early to train.”

“Could you please remind me next time, that this is not a good idea?” you asked him. “I'm so sleepy I get clumsy.”

“I wouldn't say that's the reason behind your defeats.”

“Then don't.”

Yon-Rogg wiped the sweat off his brow. The training room was completely empty at this ungodly hour. A part of him wished he could spend the early morning, tucked in his bed too, but he could clearly see how much those trainings meant to you.

He cracked his neck, reaching out to you. “Come on. Dawdlers don't get a breakfast.”

“That's not fair!”

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[pinkykitten]

We can be the Greatest

Marvel

Yon-Rogg x human to Kree! female reader

Warning: curse words, violence

Specifics: angst, romance, one-shot, race neutral reader

People: yon-rogg, carol danvers

Words: 1,007

Requested: By @cas-sauntered-vaguely-downwards  Hi!  Could I request a Yon-Rogg x Human-to-Kree!female reader, where the reader thinks she’s found out the truth about the war via Vers who she learned is actually named Carol Danvers, and she goes to confront Yon-Rogg and starts fighting him but then he defeats her easily because “rage serves the enemy” and he then gives her a long-forgotten history lesson that she was given when she first woke up six years ago, that explains the truth, that the Skrull had enslaved the Kree and experimented and tortured them to further their scientific knowledge about the Kree until the Kree had an uprising against their oppressors and overthrew them, and that the war was a result of that uprising against the Skrull who had murdered thousands of Kree, and then the reader is heartbroken that she ever doubted Yon (who then comforts her) and that Carol was led astray so easily, causing her to do a lot of research and then try to reach out to Carol before it’s too late, and because of the fight and everything that happened with the reader and Yon-Rogg, they start to develop a relationship? Gods, I think I just asked you to write a sequel to the movie, oops, lol, if you don’t want to write it/don’t have time/aren’t up to it, that’s okay, I’ll probably try my hand at writing it. Thank you so much!  I love your Yon-Rogg fanfics and writing style!

Authors Note: im sorry this took me forever, ive just been so busy atm. im just trying to finish up my requests for now to open up my requests again, lol i hope that makes sense. i will open up requests soon!

“Y/n he’s evil. He’s the enemy. He killed Mar-Vell, he wanted Skrulls to be on top. To overrule all other races. Y/n, he even lied to you, to me, to us, about our past. All he wanted was the energy core that Mar-Vell created. He wants to use all that power for his selfish needs.”

Standing there shocked you thought about every word Vers said. Maybe there was something she was missing with her information. Maybe she didn’t know all her facts. You and Yon-Rogg has something special, a bond unbreakable and now she came at you with this news that if felt like a truck had hit you. It was almost painful. 

“How do you know all this? How do you know you’re saying the truth?”

Vers shook her head as she motioned to you, placing a arm on your shoulder, “Y/n I know this seems very crazy and it is but your past is different and you’re like me. My real name is not Vers, its Carol Danvers. Don’t you see, our whole life was a lie. Now we need to make things right for the Skrulls. You can be with me or against me. I would hope you would choose the first one but you need to make the decision.”

You marched right over to Yon-Rogg’s training area. You wanted to know the truth, everything that has been kept bottled inside needed to be poured out already, it was time. 

“Hello there dear. Are you well? You don’t look it.” Yon-Rogg wore a stoic expression as your fist quickly met his gut. He bent over, clutching his stomach. “Why,” he coughed, trying to regain his composure, “why did you do that?”

“You liar!” You kicked his face sending him rolling on his back, his nose bleeding and seeming cracked. “You lied to me and Carol, about who we were, the Skrulls, Mar-Vell, all that you lied to me! To everyone! You betrayed me!”

Yon-Rogg’s eyes widened at all the information he was hit at. He stood up and wiped the blood, “you are so naive y/n.”

“What?”

“All that was true, yes we, I did all that but please sit down-”

You backed away as he tried to touch you, “I’m standing. You got 1 minute to tell me what happened, your side and I can see if you live or not.”

Yon-Rogg smirked as he sat and wiped his sweat. “Many years ago the Skrull’s took and enslaved my people, the Kree. They experimented on them, tortured my people all just to learn more about us. How our minds worked, our strength, every little thing they did research on. Until we said enough was enough. We were the ones who took control, and that is why we had that war.”

“Oh,” you were so unsure! Should you choose Carol or Yon-Rogg? You bit your lip as you put together the pieces of Yon-Rogg’s story. “Oh, well then.” You sat beside him.

“Is that all you can say...oh...I didn’t mean to hurt you y/n, or scare you. I was trying to protect you from the truth, I didn’t want you to hate your people.” Yon-Rogg held your hand as his thumb lightly grazed your knuckles. “You mean a lot to me y/n. I’ve never cared for anyone as much as I care for you. You’re different.”

Finally, you made your decision. “Its okay Yon-Rogg, I understand why you did it, its just, from now on we have to tell each other the truth. I care for you Yon-Rogg, so much that it hurt me in my heart when I heard the terrible news, but thank you for clarifying. Also, sorry about that,” you pointed to his nose. 

“Don’t worry, it will heal.”

You sat in the library reading up on what Yon-Rogg told you. Most of the history books left that part out but you eventually found a old, battered up book that explained everything. Right in front of your eyes laid proof of Yon-Rogg’s story, it was all right there!

“I have to show this to Carol!”

You tried to show your best friend the truth. Every time you tried to knock some sense in her she would get offended that you were choosing Yon-Rogg’s side over hers.

“I thought we were friends?”

Rubbing your temple you heaved a sigh, “we are friends, Carol, but you need to know what really happened. Please, try to understand.”

Carol shook her head, “I don’t believe you.”

“What?”

“I said I don’t believe you. Yon-Rogg is getting into your mind and you’re letting him.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You like him...I know you do but just because you like him doesn’t mean you have to agree with him.”

“Is this what you think it is?” You were furious. “I can’t believe you. I am telling you this because I care for you, more than anyone else. Fine if you don’t believe me then I guess our friendship is over.”

“Fine,” Carol barked as she stormed away. 

You felt terrible about losing your best friend but you needed to tell her but you could not force her to believe.

“I tried telling her but she wouldn’t listen to me!” 

Yon-Rogg caressed your face, “sometimes, my dear, people choose to not believe something even though they know in their heart that it is the truth.”

You pouted as you wrapped your arms around him, “I wish she would just listen to me.”

“As do I but,” his forefinger and thumb lifted your face up to greet him, “the only people that matter in this world are you and I. We know, and there is nothing anybody can do to stop us. We will make sure they pay, make sure they know that we are not to be messed with. Alright?”

You were silent but then Yon-Rogg deepened the space between you two and kissed your lips. “We are on top.”

“We are on top,” you repeated, nuzzling your face into his neck, feeling safe and secure.

(i just realized how sexual those lines sounded)

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[studygre3n]

“Control your emotions.”

You hit the floor on your back. Your eyes water and you bite your lip from the throbbing pain pulsing through your back.

“It would be a little bit easier if you stoped knocking me over imediatly after you say that.”

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