#and ofc peter&yondu

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hello lovely! Idk if you do platonic relationships or not but if you do can I request being starlords younger sister would include headcanons

hii lovie!! yes ofc! as the eldest sister and sibling, ive always wanted an older brother like quill😔!!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

BEING QUILL’S YOUNGER SISTER HC’s

peter quill x sister reader

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— I think quill would be the best big brother ever ! ! he has all the traits like that of a stereotypical older brother: great taste in music, cool graphic tees that you wanna 'borrow', the humour and jokes, the protective bodyguardness

— it doesn't matter what kind of sister you are - full-blood sister (with meredith as mum and ego as dad) or as another kid that yondu took (quill would still treat you as his flesh and blood sister) he'd do a great job of being big bro !!

— how much younger you are than peter depends how he'd treat you. if you're a lot younger, he'd kind of have a fatherly aspect to him, but not so much that it oversteps or creates a weird divide in your relationship. but if you're slightly closer in age, he'd def have that annoying older brother vibe. hitting you, bumping into you, calling you names, bickering with you, messing up your hair 

— BUT !! only he can be like that with you. no one else is allowed to !! only he can 'bully' you

— but that doesn't mean he's an ass to you all the time !! he can be very sweet in ways that are often surprising. but if you thank him for it or bring it up, he gets all bashful and tells you to shut up

— he's still very young at heart, so I like to think you both match each other in that arena. both have playful aspects, but you can both turn it off if need be

— he gets real protective

— he hates to admit it, but he values your input on other women. likes to know what you think of them and all that stuff. your fave gf of his was DEF gamora !! (obviously)

— king of "I told you so"

— would drive (I say that loosely) miles to pick you up in the middle of the night but won't answer your texts in the middle of the day

— likes to bring up your embarrassing stories or moments

— you'd probs be friends as well as siblings. you both like to hangout together- watch crap on tv, eat shitty food, piss yourselves laughing at jokes

— he def has these older brother lore moments, and they're often told late at night, probs by the fridge when you accidentally bump into each other when getting a drink or snack

— he backs your corner if you vent about school/work/friends, nods along, saying the occasional "what a bitch," or "yeah, you're right," but he does tell you when you're wrong, "yea, but you were doing ..."

— doesn’t tell if you have a secret party

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#request #peter quill #peter quill x reader #peter quill x fem!reader #peter quill fluff #peter quill headcanon

[irondad-defensesquad]

// guardians of the galaxy vol. 3 spoilers

i was curious and i rewatched the scene where peter's mom dies... his grandfather didn't actually get angry with him, i think. he took him out of the room bc peter was stressed, and he just asked - begged - peter to stay outside. his grandfather was just... sad. he wasn't angry or anything.

peter in the third movie interpreted it as his grandfather getting mad at him, and honestly i kinda wonder if it's bc peter blamed himself for his mom's death since he didn't hold her hand. yeah, we never rlly got a lot of info on peter's bio family until vol. 3, and according to him his grandfather was complicated, but we also could apply yondu to the equation since he was still peter's father figure and somewhat showed that he cared (ofc let's not overlook him not treating peter very well since the latter never rlly felt safe with him)

anyway i'm just rambling lmao. i love the guardians.

#lotus speaks #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol. 3 #gotg vol 3 spoilers #peter quill #death tw

[amelia-mariee]

Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special Spoilers!

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I would be lying if I said I didn't cry when Quill found out the truth about Mantis. She was so confident the whole time, especially when it came to her fighting abilities and using her powers in battle against innocent civilians lol, but she was so scared to face Peter with the truth about being his sister, like she thought that it would ruin everything or like he would be mad but of course he wasn't, he was so happy and she seemed happy and sooo relieved that Quill was happy and that things were not only back to normal but better than ever before and the whole thing ended with a focus on Quill's real family out in space, Yondu and Mantis (and ofc the other Guardians) and we got a very sweet sibling hug and it was great

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#i heard that theory a while ago #and it basically became a headcanon for a lot of people #but I never thought that they would officially confirm it #guardians of the galaxy #the guardians of the galaxy holiday special #peter quill #mantis #gotg

[takenbypeter]

my review of guardians of the galaxy vol 3 that nobody asked for

⚠️ SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠️

Can i just say amazing amazing movie!!! It was weird tho because I did cry alot but I still don’t think i cried as much as i did when Yondu died I think its cuz there was alot of people in the theater so I was trying to hold back, either way tears still fell. This movie had a lot of body gore, like I knew Rocket ripped off his face but i did not expect to see it, (I lit had to cover my eyes for that part cuz nasty). And the part were Peter cut out that guy’s headpiece and then the monkey ripping the lady’s face, like some parts i felt were unnecessary, or rather they didn’t have to show it for so long but go off I guess 😂 Anyways I went into the theater expecting to like Quill more but actually I ended up liking everyone else more, I already liked quill ofc but idk seeing everyone interact with each other just made me happy, it was like seeing a family together and then the endinggggg they broke my family up 😭 but its good they get to do their own thing. Drax is a father again!!! MY HEART! Ugh and Mantis I honestly did not want them to split those two up because those two are my favorite together. I appreciated Adam Warlock’s parts they were pretty amusing but like doesn’t he still got some fam back at home, or the colony? Ughhh I was a mess when Rocket was seeing the light and he was like im ready to go and Lylla was like not yet! Yo the scream that Rocket gave when they died, chills. Also I love floor so cuteeeeee, she has my heart, i want a white bunny now. When Nebula, Drax, and Mantis were arguing and he seemed upset that Mantis thought he was stupid, I think that shows how highly he thinks of her opinions of him, because he doesn’t seem too upset when others call him that but when Mantis called him that it seemed to hit him, and the fact that mantis made him forget made me wonder how many times shes done that to him, had to make him forget so he’d just remain the happy funny man. When I was rewatching the second one I was thinking about Peter’s grandpa because he lost his own daughter and grandson in the same day so I appreciate how we revisited that, and my sister pointed out to me that the newspaper Quill is reading is about Kevin Bacon talking about being abducted by aliens so that’s a funny little detail. Back to Drax and Mantis I appreciate how we got to see there serious side, or more cooperating? (Idk if that’s the word i want to use) in this, because we’ve seen plenty of their silly sides so this was a nice little thing, and omg his metaphors/analogies that scene is a fave. I also appreciated how when they found out Rocket was alive Nebula was crying, we can see how much she cares for her friends she just doesn’t have the words but Mantis took over to express for her and I really liked that scene. It was really nice seeing how much Nebula has come to care for everyone, like the scene with Peter in the beginning. Okay now for Gamora — ughhhh I hate hate what’s happening with her and not just her and peter, that is terrible, but when i was rewatching the other guardians i kept noticing moments between her and Groot and the way she always protected him, and it all just sucks and I wish there was a way for her to get those memories back. And when se went back to the ravagers at the end she was grinning and happy and that made me so upset but it is what it is. Another random take that doesn’t have to do with this vol in particular but every time I see Groot i get sad because I don’t know about y’all but I love OG Groot. Don’t get me wrong i love now Groot, and we know its not the same Groot. But the other Groot was very caring, constantly thinking of others, like he seemed very sweet whereas this one is still young he seems immature which is fine because like i said they’re diff but OG just has a special place in my heart so im always sad when i think about him. Omg the little Yondu cameo was so precious, you go Kraglin! I know I said I might start writing for Quill but i don’t think that’s going to happen, frankly I think I really like Warlock after this 😂 but im not gonna write for him. That’s all i got

#had a little more but ran out of space to write it #marvel #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #guardians of the galaxy #gotg vol 3 #gotg volume 3 spoilers #review no one asks for

[ao3feed-fitzsimmons]

Packverse Packs and statuses Part 2

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by Peraltiago1345

The Packs and their members' status within the pack.

Words: 41, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Packverse

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), Deadpool (Movieverse), The Defenders (Marvel TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Calypso Fury (OFC), Grant Coulson-May (OMC), Adrienne Ward (OFC), Sage Fitz-Simmons (OFC), Albert Fitz-Simmons (OMC), Dawn Triplett (OFC), Rocket Quill, Kamaria | Drax's Daughter (Marvel), Sequoia (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), Eleanor "Ellie" Camacho, Danielle Cage, Jackie Murdock

Relationships: Nick Fury/Priscilla Fury, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Skye | Daisy Johnson/Grant Ward, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Antoine Triplett/Original Female Character(s), Maria Hill/Original Female Character(s), Gamora/Peter Quill, Kraglin Obfonteri/Yondu Udonta, Drax the Destroyer/Mantis, Wade Wilson/Original Male Character(s), Original Male Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s), Luke Cage/Jessica Jones/Matt Murdock/Danny Rand

Additional Tags: Pack Dynamics, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Nick Fury, Beta Priscilla Fury, Beta Phil Coulson, Beta Melinda May, Omega Skye | Daisy Johnson, Alpha Grant Ward, Beta Leo Fitz, Beta Jemma Simmons, Beta Antoine Triplett, Alpha Peter Quill, Beta Gamora (Marvel), Beta Kraglin Obfonteri, Beta Yondu Udonta, Alpha Drax the Destroyer, Omega Mantis, Beta Rocket Racoon, Alpha Wade Wilson, Alpha Luke Cage, Beta Jessica Jones, Beta Matt Murdock, Beta Danny Rand

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Fitzsimmons #aos

[oneintrepidhero]

a guide to writing with me;

hello and welcome!

I'm Milo! 32yo, trans dude, he/him. I'm looking for sb 20+ who likes multiple paragraph prose, third person, preferably past tense though I'm willing to compromise. fluent grammar, written over discord in a server of our own. replies every few days if possible, but life sometimes gets in the way and I'm okay with that, hope you are too! my typical reply speed varies, from several times a day to a few times a week depending on how busy life is. I'm forgiving of small grammar mistakes (I'm not a native speaker myself) but can get a bit nitpicky! if that's not your thing that's fine, but proper grammar is important to me. ships I'm looking for at the bottom! (◡‿◡✿) note that just bc I don't have a current muse in a possible shared fandom listed here atm doesn't mean I can't adapt sb (cough Gambit) for said fandom or find a muse in that fandom to write! I'm fond of crossovers and AUs and have a lot of experience (see for yourself) for adapting Remy, for example, for multiple fandoms!

I'm also very into rare, odd ships! if you find a fandom and a potential muse you're interested here right on this list, pls don't be afraid to come to me with some outside-the-box ideas!

for the most part, I'm interested in writing MxM and romance heavy plots with some smut possibly occasionally tossed in. I'm not interested in toxic relationships; I like my ships to struggle, sure, but not because they're bad for each other but because, y'know... life. circumstances. trauma, outside forces, stuff like that making things complicated, but not enough that they're actively suffering because of one another. I like angst in a nice balance with fluff, obstacles that they can perservere through together, love larger than life, love that conquers all. open to death dove topics and open to kinky stuff. open to smut as well, as said, though I'm not interested in smut just for smut's sake.

★ a few mentionable fandoms;

|BALDUR'S GATE 3 |COMMUNITY |CRIMINAL MINDS |CYBERPUNK 2077 |DEAD BY DAYLIGHT |DESTINY |DIMENSION 20 |DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS |DRAGON AGE |FALLOUT (3, NV, 4) |FINAL FANTASY XV  |FORGOTTEN REALMS |IT | LIFE IS STRANGE | MARVEL (MCU & 616) |MASS EFFECT |PACIFIC RIM |RESIDENT EVIL |STRANGER THINGS |SQUID GAME |STAR WARS |THE BOYS |THE ELDER SCROLLS |THE LAST OF US 

★ a few mentionable canon muses;

| ANNIE EDISON (community) | CREMISIUS ACLASSI, THE IRON BULL, SIGRUN, VARRIC TETHRAS (dragon age) | DAVID KING (Dead By Daylight) | MIKAELA REID (Dead By Daylight) | IGNIS SCIENTIA (Final Fantasy XV) | ARATAKI ITTO (genshin impact) | CHLOE PRICE, FINN MCNAMARA (life is strange) | GAMBIT, GAMORA, NEBULA, JAMES RHODES, JOHN WRAITH (marvel) | EDDIE MUNSON, JOYCE BYERS, JANE HOPPER (stranger things) | CHO SANG-WOO (squid game) |

current most active fandom: BALDUR'S GATE 3

★ just a few mentionable ships I enjoy and am potentially looking for, sorted by fandom; ↠ bold for muses I'd like to play, cursive for who I'm looking for! ↞

║BALDUR'S GATE 3: Astarion / OC ● Gale / OC ● Wyll / OC ●

║DEAD BY DAYLIGHT: Mikaela / M!survivor ● David / M!survivor ●

║DRAGON AGE: Sigrun / Nathaniel ● Sigrun / Anders ● Varric / Fenris ● Mage!Garrett / Fenris ● OC / OC ● OC / CC ●

║FALLOUT 3 / 4 / NV: MacCreedy / Remy (AU) ● Charon / Remy (AU) ● Arcade Gannon / Craig Boone ●

║MARVEL: Gambit / Wolverine ● Gambit / any male character ever ● Gamora / Peter ● Gamora / Thor ● Gamora / Yondu ● Gamora / Kraglin ● Gamora / Warlock ● Nebula / Kraglin ● Rhodey / Tony ● Rhodey / Clint ●

║MASS EFFECT: OC / OC ● OC / CC ● Javik / ? ●

║STRANGER THINGS: Argyle / Eddie ● Steve / Eddie ● Jonathan/ Eddie ● Eleven / Hopper (platonic ofc) ● Joyce / Hopper ● Joyce / Murray ● Will / male OC ● Will / Jonathan (platonic ofc)

║SQUID GAME: Sang-woo / Gi-hun ●

made it this far? sweet! to top this all off;

★ A LINK TO A GOOGLE FOLDER ★

that includes a (not at all complete) list of characters, OC bios, writing samples and more! having said all that, feel free to dm me if something sparked your interest!

#muse list #updating this as time goes by #don't even worry abt it

[ao3feed-janefoster]

Soulmates

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by WiredUniverse12

This will be written in playwright form so bear with me with this, I've done this before but it got deleted with my old account.

Words: 1059, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Vision, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Yelena Belova, Steve Rodgers, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, Nick Fury, Scott Lang, Dr. Strange, Peter Parker, Hope Van Dyne, Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Drax, Rocket Raccoon, Groot, Yondu, Pepper Potts, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri, Loki, Korg, Odin, Happy Hogan, Aunt May, Ned Leeds, Mary Jane Watson, Mantis, Nebula, Jane Foster, Carol Danvers

Relationships: wanda maximoff/ofc

Additional Tags: Soulmates, Magic

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

[bevioletskies]

everybody wants to rule the world [1/8]

characters: peter/gamora, guardians-centric

summary: peter is the one and only heir to the celestial throne. gamora is expected to successfully lead the titans to conquer the galaxy. a political alliance is in the works, and there may or may not be wedding bells in the air. 

alternately: peter and gamora find themselves in an arranged marriage and want nothing to do with it, but might need each other more than they think if they want to escape their genocidal fathers forever.

word count: 9.8k

a/n: warning for creepy/abusive behavior from both thanos and ego towards their respective children throughout the entire fic. also note that this AU is very heavily based on the MCU versions of themselves, where things are basically only different because yondu took peter to ego after all.

fic title is from the song everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears.

welcome to your life...there's no turning back...

ao3 | tag

“This is possibly the worst idea I’ve ever heard in my entire life.” With a dramatic groan, Peter threw himself down onto his mattress like a ragdoll, limbs sprawled out far enough that he could almost touch all the corners of his enormous four-poster bed. “And I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve had some pretty bad ones myself.”

“At least you’re acknowledgin’ it. And maybe ol’ Ego’s doing you a favor. Not like any girl’s gonna wanna marry you of her own free will,” Yondu teased. He leaned over Peter’s motionless form and gently poked him in the gut with the back end of his yaka arrow. “Quit whinin’, boy, you don’t even know what she’s like yet.”

“It don’t matter what she’s like,” Peter mumbled. His voice was muffled by the mountain of gold-fringed pillows he was currently face-planted in. Ego sure did have an affinity for decorating every square inch of everything - ever - in gold. Even Peter wasn’t this ostentatious. “She could be the most amazing woman in the entire galaxy, and I’d still hate this. I mean, what is this, the medieval ages? Do I have to joust some other dudes to win her hand or somethin’? Because from what I’ve heard about her, I think she’d rather kick my ass instead.”

“I understand just about none of what came outta your mouth just now.” Yondu sat at the foot of the bed, resting a hand on Peter’s ankle in sympathy, then immediately regretting it when he noticed Peter was entirely barefoot. “But you gotta suck it up, Quill. You fight your daddy on this, he gonna string you up like vermin, get you with that ‘light’ of his. Don’t make it worse for yourself.”

Peter turned slowly, propping himself up on his elbow. “D’you...do you think he’d make Mantis do it instead if I didn’t?” He sat up very suddenly, wrapping his arms around his knees, staring off listlessly into the distance. All he could see was his sweet, upbeat little sister, being forced into something she wouldn’t be able to escape, all because he decided to be a little selfish. No, he couldn’t afford to let that happen. Not to her. “Crap. I really do have to do this, don’t I?”

“If you’re asking me as your advisor, I’m telling ya, marrying this girl means an alliance with the Titans, and that’s a good thing. Get some of the most powerful forces in the entire galaxy on our side.” Yondu let out a slow exhale, shooting Peter a rueful smile. “If you’re asking me as your friend, I’m tellin’ you, now’s not the time to argue. Pick your battles, boy. In due time, we’ll be able to get you offa this cursed planet for good.” He grinned wider in what Peter suspected was meant to be in reassurance - though his gold teeth were only adding to the garish decor of Peter’s quarters - before standing and striding over to the door. As he was leaving, he turned to call, “Your girl’s gonna be here in two days, alright? So buck up! Maybe she’ll be more interesting than ya think.” ______

“Do you know why I’ve called you here, Gamora?”

Her dark eyes fixated on the back of the makeshift throne, zeroed in on the crevice by the crease of his elbow, a sight she had become so accustomed to that it was practically burned into her eyelids. “No, Father. Do enlighten me.”

“You watch your tone with me, girl, or you’ll force my hand.” The throne slowly began to rotate, the shadows moving across Thanos’s face to partially conceal the near-permanent scowl he was currently sporting. She flinched a little at the sight of the Infinity Gauntlet, fingers tapping idly on the armrest as if it were nothing more than a common glove. “It has been a long time coming, but we have finally made an agreement with the Celestials. You will be descending upon Ego in two days.”

“And what task do you have for me this time? And who will be accompanying me? My last job under Ronan did not end so well, through no fault of my own,” she added, folding her hands neatly behind her back, fingers intertwined. She hoped he couldn’t detect the way they were trembling. Shoulders back, chin up, she mentally reminded herself, as Thanos finally came into full view.

“Ronan was unworthy of calling himself an accomplice of mine. A subordinate, maybe. Vermin, more like. I had him taken care of,” he replied, grinning rather maniacally, though his eyes remained as coldly emotionless as ever. “Your task, Gamora, is to wed the Celestial prince.”

Gamora blinked. She wasn’t sure how else to respond. Had she fallen through some sort of wormhole and noticed? Stepped into an alternate dimension, perhaps? “I apologize, Father, but I believe I’ve misheard you,” she said slowly. “You want me to what?”

“Ego believes we have the completed Infinity Gauntlet, and I’m not about to correct him,” Thanos continued as if he hadn’t heard her. He held up his arm, turning his wrist slowly as if to admire the artifact, despite the fact it was currently empty. “And his Celestial abilities...they intrigue me. But we have never been able to come to terms until now, when we agreed on your marriage to his son. His only son, with Celestial abilities of his own, I might add. We’ll work together in the beginning, of course, so I can observe what he can do and how to dismantle him. Then, you and Nebula will slaughter Ego, and force the son to use his powers for our means.”

“There must be another way to do this,” Gamora protested, abandoning all pretense of her posture, letting her hands fall to her sides. “Why marriage? How could a wedding possibly benefit us? Am I not meant for more than this, Father? This seems below me...below everything you have prepared me for.”

“You think so little of marriage, do you?” Thanos sneered, leaning forward on his elbows, eyes narrowed as he stared down at her. For a moment, she felt like a small child again, thoroughly chastised for not being quick or clever enough. “This marriage is for political gain, for trust. We have to be smart about this. Not everything can be won by force, but by cleverness. It’s time you learned that. Your attitude is abhorrent, Gamora. And you will go to Ego in two days’ time.”

“And if I don’t?” She folded her arms across her chest, staring up at him, stance defiant. He only chuckled in response.

“Then I will send Nebula in your place.” With that, he turned away from her, but not before giving her one last horrendously unsettling smirk. ______

Peter was half-sprawled across his seat in the palace’s throne room, one leg hooked up over the armrest, his elbow on his knee, using his fist to prop up his head. He had been sitting here for at least two hours, and was irreversibly, undeniably, dreadfully bored.

“I see Dad couldn’t be bothered to show up,” he grumbled, looking over to Yondu. He immediately felt bad for complaining - at least he was sitting down. Yondu, as always, was standing by his side, though he had abandoned proper stance long ago, leaning against the throne so casually one would think it was his.

“You know he don’t care that much about all this business. He expects you to be the one to receive your future wife,” Yondu shrugged. “And it ain’t like her daddy’s coming with, so why should he hafta be here?”

“Because this is boring as hell!” Peter exclaimed a little too loudly, his voice echoing off the walls and ceilings of the enormous chamber. He shrunk a little in his seat at the sound. “I almost want Thanos to show up at this point. Can’t make things any worse, right?”

“Please, Peter.” Mantis reached for him from her throne, delicately setting her hand down on his forearm, wrapping her fingers around him and squeezing. “Be patient. I believe I can already sense their presence. There is much emotional turmoil in the air, something I do not usually feel.”

“What do you mean, ‘they’? I thought it was just her. And no one’s even told me her name yet, by the way,” Peter added.

“She brought an entourage of her own, of course,” Yondu said, baffled at Peter’s ignorance. “And hell, I don’t even know her name. Ego didn’t tell me shit, and I’m not about to start asking. She’ll introduce herself, I’m sure.”

As if on cue, the giant doors of the throne room swung open to reveal, to Peter’s surprise, just two young women, entirely alone aside from being escorted in by Kraglin, the palace’s head of the guard. He quickly sat up in his seat, leaning forward to get a better look as they began striding towards him.

Peter had, of course, heard about the Titans before. They weren’t so much a kingdom in the traditional sense as they were a dictator-led regime, what with all their leader’s adoptive children (the loose definition of ‘adopted’, anyway) being suited more for the battlefield than for any castle. So, he wasn’t surprised to see both women were decked out in full armor from head to toe, with leather padding at their shoulders, elbows, and knees, complete with hooded duster capes and masks that obscured the entire lower half of their faces. They were both relatively tall, at least six feet in height in their combat boots, an unparalleled fierceness in their dark eyes as they approached the elevated platform.

The herald, the poor brave soul, quickly stepped in front of them before they could get too close, and loudly announced, “Prince Peter and Princess Mantis, of the Celestial throne.” Peter couldn’t help but cringe at the descriptor - he hated hearing it, every single time, without fail. It might have sounded cool the first time he had been addressed in such a manner, when he was eight and the idea of being a prince had excited him to no end, but now it just felt oddly presumptuous, and moreover, undeserving.

“Your highnesses,” Peter said as calmly as he could, though inside, his heart was racing with anticipation. He bowed his head in grace. “Forgive the informality - we don’t usually have guests. And by usually, I mean never. So, uh. Hi.” He could practically hear Yondu face-palming beside him. “Um, introduce yourselves. Please.”

The women exchanged dubious looks, carrying out an astonishingly long wordless conversation with just their eyes to the point of making Peter squirm, until they finally turned back towards Peter and Mantis, their gaze considering. In near-perfect synchronicity, they pushed their hoods away and pulled their masks down around their necks, fully revealing their faces. The green-skinned girl took another step forward, her dark ponytail swinging slightly as she did. “My name is Gamora, daughter of Thanos, heir to the Titan throne, and your supposed future wife.” Her lip curled in distaste at the last one.

“Are you technically a princess?” Peter asked before he could stop himself. Mantis elbowed him in warning.

“That may be part of my title, but I am no princess,” she retorted, a hint of a snarl in her voice. She gestured at the other girl, who looked equally as irritable, sporting a rather impressive scowl. “This is my sister, Nebula.” Nebula grunted in what Peter supposed was meant to be a greeting.

“Hello!” Mantis said as cheerfully as she could muster, though even she looked hesitant about the whole ordeal. It didn’t help that both Gamora and Nebula were resting their free hand over the weapons holstered at their hips - Gamora appeared to have a sword, while Nebula had a pair of electrified blades. Nebula in particular looked like she was itching to use them. “Welcome to the planet Ego. Our father is a bit busy at the moment, as he is tending to some business off-planet, but I am sure we can work out all the details of this arrangement by ourselves.”

“This is a farce,” Nebula snapped very suddenly. “I’ve seen black market dealings more tightly run than this sham of a kingdom. What makes you so special?”

In lieu of answering, a rumble began rippling through the ground, causing Gamora and Nebula to tip precariously, stumbling over their own feet as they yanked out their weapons. A beam of white light shot out of the floor beneath them, spinning and twirling like a ballerina.

“I believe this is what you wanted to see, isn’t it? The Celestial power? So here. I bring you a peace offering,” Peter said patiently.

The beam of light came to a stop a few feet in front of the girls, flipping over to reveal two beautifully carved marble blades, the handles turned towards them. Cautiously, Gamora took a hesitant step forward before picking one up, surprised to find it quite light despite its notoriously heavy substance. She glanced back at Nebula, who also looked unusually aghast at the display.

“What is this really made of?” Gamora said suspiciously, looking up at Peter.

He chuckled, finally getting to his feet and making his way down the steps of the elevated platform. As he did, she could finally get a better look at his face - she knew nothing about him aside from his name, knew he possessed the Celestial genes of his father. Peter appeared to be younger than she initially thought - she’d heard all sorts of unappetizing stories about women even younger than she was getting married off to men at least twice their age - but he appeared to be no older than nineteen or twenty at the very most, like herself. He was handsome, she supposed, tall and broad, artfully disheveled with his haphazardly wind-blown hair and roguish, yet perfectly sculpted stubble. He was wearing a deep red, floor-sweeping leather cape over what looked to be otherwise normal clothes - a snug-fitting long-sleeved shirt and dark jeans - as if he had no inclination to keep up the appearances required of his title. He was unlike any other royalty she had ever seen, though admittedly, she wasn’t sure what she had been expecting to begin with.

“Some sort of compound I came up with myself. I dunno the science behind it, but it’s nice, right?” he grinned. The warmth of his voice was a little unsettling. “So. Let’s cut the crap about me sitting up there while you guys stand down here. I feel like I’m literally looking down on you guys. Dinner? You hungry?”

“As long as one of your people taste-test each of our dishes in front of us to prove its lack of poison,” Gamora returned, eyes narrowing, though he couldn’t help but notice her tucking the marble blade into her belt alongside the plethora of other weapons she had stowed with her. “This is an arrangement of professionalism. Not friendship. So lead the way.” ______

Peter and Mantis were somewhat surprised when Gamora and Nebula swept into the dining hall accompanied by three other figures they hadn’t seen before - an incredibly muscular man (perhaps too muscular, in Peter’s opinion) with swirling red tattoos all over his greenish-grey skin, a creature that looked to be an exact replica of a Terran raccoon, and a...tree?

“Drax and Groot lead our security detail, not that we need one,” Gamora smirked in response to Peter’s confused glance. “Rocket is our...aide. That’s his official title, at least. He mostly helps with our weaponry and tech. Father doesn’t know he’s here with us, however. It’s best he doesn’t know at all.”

“Ri-i-ight.” Peter decided it was best not to ask any more questions, instead gesturing for everyone to take a seat. He sort of hated the dining hall - like the rest of Ego’s palace, it consisted of glittering gold walls and floors, floor-to-ceiling curving windows, towering arches and columns covered in ornate patterns, and yet the very barest of furniture - just the excessively long table, enough chairs to seat fifty quite comfortably, and a few potted alien plants in the corners. They almost never ate here, considering how over-the-top it all was, but after Nebula’s biting remark, he wanted to at least try to provide some hospitality, or more accurately, show off just a little bit. His pride was at stake here, after all. “Would you like to discuss the terms of our, uh, arrangement over dinner, or would you rather leave it for another time?”

“Leaving it for another time requires us to remain in each other’s presence for longer than we need to.” Gamora pursed her lips. “Does that sound ideal to you?”

He frowned, offended. “Hey, I’m not a huge fan of this, either, but you don’t have to be hostile. If we wanna make this work, we gotta act like adults.”

“You really are unlike any other regime we’ve ever come across,” Gamora snorted. “The informality of both your reception and your speech are hardly good starting points for negotiations.”

Before Peter could open his mouth with what he was sure to be a clever comeback, the servants entered with trays of appetizers, setting them down delicately in front of each person and removing the cloches with a flourish. To his surprise, the guests appeared truly impressed for the first time, oddly fixated on the food for all of five seconds before they started digging in with great enthusiasm. “I dunno what this is, but it’s way better than what they served on Sanctuary,” Rocket said between bites, practically letting it spill out of his mouth as he spoke. Mantis wrinkled her nose a little in disgust.

“All our food is grown here,” Peter replied, smiling a little uncertainly. He was still unused to looking at Rocket and Groot especially. Having encountered many a strange alien every now and then, it was odd to see creatures that strongly resembled Terran biology. It made him ache for a brief moment in memory of his home planet.

They were mostly silent throughout the appetizer, something Peter and Mantis found uneasy. They usually ate alone together in one of the smaller sitting rooms whenever Ego wasn’t home, chatting excitedly about their days. Peter especially liked talking, was even considered to be relatively good at it. As far as his people were concerned, it was made him a more personable leader, made them feel like they were talking to a friend instead of their ruler.

By the time they got to the main course, Peter finally spoke again, as he could stand the quiet no longer. “What’s it like, being a Titan?” He glanced around at the others, hoping that one of them, any of them, would reply. The tree didn’t seem too talkative - he had enthusiastically introduced himself a few times when they had first walked in, but since then had just been sitting in silence, a pleasant (if a little vacant) smile on his face. Nebula hadn’t said a word since she yelled at him earlier, and Drax seemed content on stuffing his face with as much food as possible in the shortest amount of time.

“Does it have bearing on our arrangement?” Gamora returned easily.

“Well...no. I was just making conversation.” His eyes narrowed a little. Was she really that disinterested in talking about anything other than their so-called marriage? It was like pulling teeth with her.

Twisting her mouth in displeasure once more, Gamora slammed her fork and knife down on the table. “Fine. You really want to know what it’s like, being a leader of Titan? Nebula and I were taken from our homes as children, raised to be weapons of mass destruction. We were taught how to kill another being in a hundred different ways by the age of ten, have slaughtered both criminals and innocents by the dozens on never-ending paths of terror. Our beds are rock, and our insides are steel. We are no princesses, like your sister here. We are warriors.” Gamora got to her feet, her chair sliding abruptly across the floor with an uncomfortable screech, and promptly stormed out, her hair and her cape swishing behind her.

“Well done,” Nebula said sarcastically after a moment of stunned silence. “You really are as useless as you look.” She stood as if to go after her sister, but Mantis got there first, holding out a hand towards Nebula in warning.

“I will take care of it,” she said, her voice low. For the first time since the Titans’ arrival, her antennae began to glow, bending towards Nebula in a hypnotizing dance. Slowly, in a dream-like state, Nebula sank back down into her chair, her usually narrowed dark eyes now blown wide with fear. “Do not leave this room.”

Once Mantis had left the room in pursuit of Gamora, Nebula shook herself a little, the fog lifting from her head. “What was that?” she hissed. “What did she do to me?”

“Don’t underestimate my sister,” Peter said, tilting his chin somewhat triumphantly. “Mantis is an empath. I’m sorry it had to come to that - she never uses her powers without permission - but we don’t exactly condone violence here. Dad doesn’t want us to ruin the lovely decor.”

A few awkward minutes later, with everyone banging their cutlery and cups a little louder to cover for the silence, Mantis returned with Gamora in tow, who also looked just as abashed as her sister had. “I realize my outburst was unhelpful in continuing our discussion,” she said, returning to her seat. “If we are truly to carry out this...arrangement of our respective fathers, then we need to at least know the very basics about each other. So please, tell me about yourself and your kingdom.”

Smiling easily, it was now Peter’s turn to put his fork down. “Well, for starters, it’s not really a kingdom? This planet is Ego himself. The humanoid form you’ll be meeting is more of an avatar, a physical body he uses to communicate with people. He used to be entirely alone out here until he found Mantis when she was a baby, orphaned on her homeworld. Me, I was born on Terra. I lived with my mom until I was eight, didn’t even know my dad wasn’t human. She...died, of cancer, and Dad sent Yondu to pick me up and bring me here. After he convinced me to stay, I managed to convince him it would be easier to maintain the planet and his creations if there were people living here, doing some honest work. So we looked for people like Mantis who had been lost, looking for purpose. Ever since then, the place has really become its own. We have a population of two billion people from all over the galaxy. They aren’t really Celestials - the only living Celestials, as far as we know, are me and Dad - but we kinda call them that because there really isn’t another name to give ‘em.”

“It appeared quite vacant when we first arrived,” Gamora commented thoughtfully. The tightness in her voice was fading away in favor of curiosity. “This territory...is it only for your family?”

“Yes,” Mantis said, nodding enthusiastically. She, too, had lost the hardness in her eyes from confronting Nebula earlier. “The only civilians allowed in this area are those who work in the palace.”

“And what of their families?” Gamora prompted. “They must live quite far away from here, then.”

Peter and Mantis exchanged nervous looks. “Most of them don’t really...have family,” Peter said tentatively. “The ones who work here are usually the ones who have already lost their families. We find that giving them work renews their outlook on life, despite the fact that their loved ones are gone.” Drax twitched so suddenly that Peter was almost certain he had imagined it. “Many of them manage to find new families in those they work with - friends, significant others. And if they have children, they’re allowed to live in their parents’ quarters in the palace. I know we might seem disorganized, but I promise, it’s just because we haven’t been around for very long. We don’t have the centuries of history that other kingdoms have, but we kinda have an idea of what worked and what didn’t by observing others.”

“And your father never uses his abilities on your people?” Nebula quirked an eyebrow in doubt. “I don’t believe that.”

“Only for good. We provide what we can,” Peter nodded. “Dad does most of it, though it kinda drains him. He usually gets Mantis to use her powers to help keep him sane. Me, I’m still not great at it. I’ve only got about ten years of experience under my belt. Still learning.”

“Interesting,” Gamora drawled, leaning back in her chair. She pulled the marble blade from her belt, holding it up to eye level briefly before pressing its tip into the surface of the dining table, twirling it with one finger resting on the hilt. “We’ve been to the furthest reaches of the galaxy. Heard tales of the Celestials, what they were capable of. Rumors, of what they could do. What they might do, given the chance.”

“If you’re implying that my dad’s doing something wrong - ” Peter began, but Gamora interrupted him instantly.

“I’m in no position to judge. Look at our father,” she said with a derisive snort. “Look at what he’s asked of me. And let’s not be naive here, Peter Quill. Thanos and Ego didn’t set this up to play matchmaker. They want to unite our powers. They want something far beyond anything we could imagine alone. The real question is, what are we going to do about it?”

“Do about it?” Peter echoed rather dumbly.

“Absolute power,” she said slowly, leaning across the table (well, as best she could. It was unreasonably wide) to stare him down. “Do we let it happen, or do we make it go away entirely?”

“Well, this conversation just took a turn,” Yondu commented dryly, the first time he had spoken since dinner started. Gamora and Nebula were surprised to see him speak out of turn, but Peter, as always, only poked him in retaliation before turning back to observe the girls.

Before Peter could properly gather his thoughts, the servers came back to remove their plates and bring out dessert, elaborate puddings and cakes topped with heaps of fruit and sugary crystalline structures. It was the bare bones of a distraction, though, as he instead began to wonder what the Titans had really come here for. Gamora’s words implied that she wanted to go against Thanos, to stop him before it was too late. He wasn’t sure whether to interpret Nebula’s silence as agreeance, or at least, compliance, but she seemed to be something of a wildcard, guided more by self-preservation than logic. And okay, Peter knew that his dad wasn’t exactly squeaky clean, either - there were places he and Mantis were never allowed to go within spitting distance of, and they’d been punished by the light before, enough times for Peter to comfortably refer to it as abuse (in his mind, anyway. There was no telling what would happen if he said it out loud). But was it enough to justify defiance? Or, more accurately, treason? Was it treason?

“What are you proposing here, then? I’m guessing it’s not marriage,” Peter said, half-teasing, though his insides were beginning to twist unpleasantly at her insinuations.

Gamora cast yet another glance at Nebula, who nodded sharply at her in a surprising show of support. When she looked back at Peter and spoke once more, he was surprised to hear a hint of desperation in her voice for the first time. “I’m proposing an alliance, between my people and yours, that do not involve our respective fathers, before anyone gets hurt,” she said. “You have no idea the kind of horrors Thanos will unleash upon this universe, should he succeed in his plans.”

“And what is his plan?” Peter felt Yondu place a hand on his arm in warning, but he shook him off. He wanted to hear this, wanted to know where this was going.

“To pretend that this marriage is only that,” she said, her voice beginning to tremble. “We are to observe your father, find out the full potential of a Celestial and how to use it to our advantage. Then, kill him to take control of this planet, and manipulate you into working for us.”

Peter, stunned into silence, felt his spoon slip between his fingers. The clattering sound it made upon striking the bottom of his bowl only intensified the persistent ringing in his ears. Heart racing, his eyes flickered over towards Yondu, who had also frozen at Gamora’s admittance. “Mantis?” Yondu finally said. “What do ya think, girl?”

Mantis cocked her head in observance, her face utterly blank aside from her eyes roaming Gamora’s face, her antennae moving gently as if to bow to the other girl. “She is speaking the truth,” she finally said. “Thanos does intend on killing Father. Or rather, having her kill Father.”

“Then they should know our truth,” Peter said, standing abruptly.

“Don’t be stupid, Quill,” Yondu warned, once again reaching for his arm and getting shaken off instantly. Sighing, he threw his hands up in the air in defeat and leaned back. “It’s your funeral, boy.”

“You speak quite freely for a subordinate,” Drax interjected. “Have you no respect for your master?”

“Oh, so you do talk!” Yondu retorted.

“Only when it is required of me,” Drax replied irritably. “I see no use in yammering on like a schoolchild, with nothing of importance to say.”

“That would imply what you just said was useful!”

“Hey, leave Drax alone,” Rocket snapped, jumping up onto his chair and pounding a fist on the table, rattling the dishes around him. “What the hell is this ‘our truth’ business about, Quill?”

“Do not talk to him like that,” Mantis snapped, her antennae angling themselves towards Rocket as she, too, shot out of her seat. “You will address him as ‘your highness’ or ‘Prince Peter’ - ”

“No, don’t - everyone just shut up!” Peter yelled. Silence immediately fell across the table. He wasn’t sure when everyone else had stood up. “You guys need to know...if Dad dies, this planet dies too. Everyone on it dies. Children...families. And I’ll lose my Celestial powers.”

“Quill!” Yondu hissed, but Peter only flapped a hand at him to shut him up.

“The only way that your dad can get what he wants…” Peter trailed off, hesitant to finish the sentence. He wasn’t liking his odds.

“...is if we kill you instead,” Gamora finished, sinking back down. “Hit your father where it hurts, but not lose the chance for a Celestial slave. Well, we’re not doing that.”

“Really?” Peter exclaimed before he could stop himself. After her whole spiel about her and Nebula being experienced killers, he almost expected them to take him down where he stood.

She glared daggers at him in return. Okay, fair. It did sound rather judgemental, now that he thought about it. “Does it look like Nebula and I want to carry out Thanos’s plans? We’ve been discussing what to do while on our journey here, and we’ve come to the conclusion that the best way to prevent certain death is to work with you. To stop Thanos from committing genocide with your father’s powers.”

“You’re kidding.” Peter looked once again to Mantis, who shook her head in affirmation. “You know, a little warning would’ve been real helpful. And what were you gonna do if Dad was here?”

“I would have asked for a private meeting,” Gamora said, shrugging. Her face softened. “Quill, please, don’t make me beg. Billions will perish if we choose not to interfere. If we do nothing, we are helping Thanos succeed. We are helping him hurt people...torture them...in the ways that he did to us.” To illustrate Gamora’s point, Nebula wordlessly lifted her arm, disengaging her robotic hand to demonstrate the cybernetics inside, the twists and turns of the wiring and metal that now made up the majority of her body.

Once again, Peter found himself speechless, unsure of what to say, as he fixated on Nebula’s display of vulnerability. “Listen, I...I don’t know what you were expecting from me. Because you’re asking a lot here, and I’m no hero. But...if I can help...if we can help…” Mantis nodded encouragingly, though Yondu continued to look concerned. “...then we’ll do what we can,” he finished, giving Gamora a weak smile in return. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

Gamora finally smiled as well, a genuine warmth beginning to spread across her face. Peter’s breath hitched a little at the sight. “Well, first of all…” ______

“You must be crazy,” Nebula said snidely, half-stomping into the bathroom without warning, hopping up onto the counter - gold-laced marble, of course, to match the rest of the garish decor.

Gamora barely glanced away from the mirror, still vigorously brushing her teeth. Admittedly, she hadn’t felt this clean in months - her last mission had her hiding out in the lush forests of Dervani, and Sanctuary lacked the facilities that Ego’s palace boasted in spades. It was refreshing to not have a thin layer of ash covering her skin for once. “What is it this time?”

“After all that, you’re still going to marry that idiot?” Nebula scoffed. She picked up one of the bars of soap from the bathroom counter, snorting when she realized it was in the shape of a rose.

“I already explained this to you.” Gamora let out a long-suffering sigh. “We can’t give away our betrayal to Thanos until the opportune moment strikes to kill him, once and for all. We must pretend for everyone’s sake that Quill and I are oblivious to his and Ego’s plans. And Quill, he isn’t as naive as I expected, but he seems quite adequate at pretending to be. We just have to pretend we don’t care.”

“And I don’t,” Nebula snapped. Gamora shot her a dirty look in response. “Fine, but only because I have nothing better to do,” she said, relenting. “Still, you’re really going to follow through with this?”

“What other choice do we have?” Gamora rinsed her mouth, taking a moment to observe her reflection. And really, they didn’t. ‘Only choice’ - an oxymoron. It was a risk, saying anything at all, assuming that Peter, Mantis, and Yondu were indeed going to keep to their word, and not go to Ego and tell him of her plans. But despite the dubious nature of their kingdom, its undecided role in the cosmos, she felt like she could trust them. Either that, or all three of them were incredibly gifted actors. “We’re trapped, Nebula. If we choose to look the other way, the entire universe could get wiped out. If I refuse to marry Quill, Thanos will begin with killing us. We must take the narrowest path, and navigate with great caution - I marry Quill, we remain here on this planet and work with our new allies. When Thanos decides to strike, that’s when we take him down, and escape our old lives. Forever.”

“I do like the sound of that,” Nebula admitted. “Though you seem rather optimistic about being able to take down our father despite having no idea how to do so.”

“Someone has to be,” Gamora murmured. “The other three are about as confident in my plans as you are. Though I can’t say I’m enthused myself - Quill seems competent, but his attitude worries me. And I don’t know how rational he’ll be in battle, but...I was quite rash earlier myself. I don’t like disclosing our histories to just about anyone.”

“Well, he’s not just about anyone, he’s your future husband,” Nebula said with a smirk. “Let’s just agree that you’re both crazy. What a match made in heaven.” ______

The next morning, Peter found himself pacing up and down his study, nerves rapidly fraying, glancing at the clock every so often as if it were going to make a difference. He had arranged to have a private meeting with Gamora, but she was already ten minutes late. Had something happened to her? Or, more likely, did she decide not to come after all? He could practically hear Yondu’s voice in his head - “Quit pacin’, boy, you’re gonna wear holes in that carpet!” - but he couldn’t help but worry.

Gamora had certainly turned out to be more - complex wasn’t quite the right word, but he wasn’t sure what else was - than he thought. Peter was familiar with Thanos’s reputation, knew of the great and terrible horrors he had committed across the galaxy. Ego had chosen to look the other way, as he often did (“We can’t concern ourselves with the affairs of others, Peter, they’re far beyond our help”), but every single time he heard of yet another devastating event, Peter couldn’t help but think about what he could have done, had he been there. He had truly meant it when he told the others yesterday that he was no hero. He used his powers for menial tasks - lifting heavy objects, creating things out of thin air, reaching for the television remote when he couldn’t be bothered to get up. He knew he could be capable of so much more, though he couldn’t help but blame Ego a little bit for holding him back.

But yes, back to Gamora. She was intimidating, that was for sure. Almost frightening at times, the way she held herself, and he still had yet to see her famous fighting prowess. There were stories of her that transcended the entirety of space - daughter of Thanos, the deadliest woman in the galaxy, so on and so forth - but he had never heard her actual name until now. Seeing her in person, he was admittedly in awe. She was constantly in control - even when she had stormed off, the entire room had fallen silent, as if her presence commanded everyone to look and listen to her without her ever having to actually ask. There was true power behind every move she made, every word she spoke. Secretly, Peter also found her quite beautiful - captivating, even, but he was most impressed by her show of humanity. He would never have expected it from a person with her reputation, but maybe that was what made it all the more genuine. Her concern for others, her insistence on saving them, was a sign of maturity that Peter couldn’t have anticipated.

His musings were interrupted when the doors of his study abruptly swung open. Gamora stood tall, in a lesser version of her armor (though still no less impressive), sans cape. “This palace is impossible to navigate,” she informed him haughtily.

“Hello to you too,” Peter said, gesturing at the plush armchairs in front of the ornate brick fireplace. “Please, have a seat.”

“You speak of servants, and yet I’ve run into almost no one on my way here,” she continued as she sat down. “That man who led us to your throne, Kraglin, he said he was the head of the guard, but I’ve seen almost no ‘guard’ the whole time we’ve been here.”

“You’ve been here for less than a day,” Peter reminded her as he settled into the other chair. “And like I said, we aren’t that old-school. The guard only really exists for the off-chance that someone declares war, which probably isn’t gonna happen, aside from Thanos. Most of them are just stationed among the population to protect the people, act more as police than security for planet-wide threats.”

She nodded, folding one leg neatly over the other, staring into the crackling fire. She briefly wondered if it was real, or if it was manufactured by his Celestial abilities. “Why have you summoned me, Quill?”

“Our post-dinner discussion went kind of nuts yesterday when everyone kept wanting to talk about what they thought. Or maybe we all just like to talk too much,” he chuckled softly. “Anyways, I thought, y’know, maybe we could try to figure out a plan ourselves, without everyone else’s ‘input’.”

“Fair enough. Where do we begin?”

“Well, this might be a good start.” Peter opened the palm of his hand and extended it towards her. She watched as his fingers were swathed in white light, weaving and winding their way up his arm in ribbon-like formation. A small, completely smooth sphere of white marble suddenly appeared, levitating a couple inches above his hand, turning over and over and over again until it had transformed into a perfectly-shaped ring. In its very center was a large, pale green diamond, ensconced in an intricate carving of two blades with a double helix hilt. Gamora, at a loss for words, could only stare as the ring floated over to her, hovering in front of her face. She held up her hand in uncertainty, splaying her fingers outwards, and the ring delicately slid itself onto her finger. “What do you think?”

“It’s a bit eccentric for an engagement ring,” she said, her voice hoarse with an emotion she couldn’t name. “But I’ll accept it.”

“Cool!” he said cheerfully, apparently oblivious to the indefinable expression on her face. “So, we tell our dads we’ve agreed to get married. I’m guessing they both want it to happen as soon as possible, so they can start taking over the galaxy together or whatever while simultaneously figuring out how to screw each other out of the deal. In the meantime, while they’re busy playing mind games, we start figuring out the best way to stop them. We also have to play nice in public as well. My dad likes to do all these over-the-top events for our people - he’s a real show-off - so I doubt our wedding is gonna be anything less than insane.”

“That sounds horrendous and I want no part in it,” Gamora replied, frowning.

“Well, we gotta make the best out of a really bad situation. You might be used to doing stuff like this, but I’m not, and it just seems really freaking dangerous.” He leaned back in his seat, his hands beginning to glow again, though he had no intention of creating anything.

“I don’t know if we’ll be able to escape my father, let alone kill him,” she said gently. “But yours…”

“He’s not...it’s...it’s complicated.” He continued to twist his fingers together. “I’m never really sure how to feel about him. You probably don’t feel that way about Thanos, considering what he did to you and your sister - you know exactly how you feel. But Dad...I hated him when we first met, because he was never there for me, never there for my mom, until she was already gone. Then he showed me the kind of power I was capable of. And I was a kid back then, so I went along with it, loved what he could show me. I don’t know if it means I love him, you know? And he gets really mad at me and Mantis sometimes, punishes us with this ‘light’ if we don’t obey him. But he always acts like he’s some kind, loving father most of the time. And...maybe that’s the scariest part of all.”

Gamora fell silent, unsure of how to respond. She still knew so little of this man, and yet she could already tell that he was an open book. She wasn’t sure what had spurred him to tell her something so intimate, but she was glad to have heard it, grateful, almost, to know he already trusted her enough to share such a story. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she said quietly. “Will he be returning soon?”

“He passed on the message this morning - he’ll be back by tomorrow evening at the very latest. We’ll have to be really careful around him, but I think I can convince him to let you stay in my quarters instead - I’ll make something up about how I really like you - wait, that came out wrong - ” He let out a panicked breath. “I mean, I don’t know you well enough to say whether I like you or not? You seem pretty cool, but - ”

“Quill, are you always like this?” Gamora interrupted, exasperated, though she was secretly sort of amused. She hadn’t been so tempted to smile around another person that wasn’t Nebula in a very, very long time. His ability to switch from an emotional monologue to babbling nonsense was rather entertaining.

“Pretty much,” Peter admitted, laughing. “Anyways, I’ll tell my dad that I want to keep you close by, you can move into the spare room in my quarters, and that way, it’ll be easier for us to have private conversations. It would also make it easier for your people to come under the guise of wanting to see you, and we can have all our big discussions right here. Hopefully we can fly under the radar that way, avoid making Dad suspicious.”

“Understood.” Her eyes wandered around the rest of the room for the first time, taking in the bookshelves and desk, the multiple tables and chairs. It was so unlike the furnishing she had seen more than enough of in other parts of the palace, lacking the gold she had already become so accustomed to. Everything was, for lack of a better word, old-fashioned. Dark woods, scratched and marked, a ding here and there. Linen and cotton trimmings in place of silks and velvets, mismatched colors and stains that looked like they had been there for years. It was quite homely compared to the arrogance of every other room. It was surprising, considering Peter had such confidence, such a swagger in his step that exuded, well, ego. She had been expecting the same amount of exuberance, but instead, there was something humbling about his quarters, warm and inviting. “If my people and I are to live here for the time being, however long that may be, I request a proper tour. Nebula and I would specifically like to see your training facilities, as we have a very strict exercise regimen to adhere to.”

“Of course. We could do it now, if you’d like,” he offered.

“Have you no duties to attend to today?” she asked.

“Uh, well, Dad...he doesn’t really trust me or Mantis to do anything but sit around and look pretty,” Peter confessed, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck as he stood. “We have a decent amount of say in the politics, as long as he’s actually present. But when he’s gone? The place sort of...runs itself.”

“That sounds improper, but it somehow seems to work for you,” Gamora acquiesced, also getting to her feet. “Let’s go.” ______

Mantis was thrilled when Peter asked her to lead the tour with him, though Gamora’s people seemed less enthused. The Celestial siblings were already showing their hand at being quite capable of talking fifty miles per minute if it pleased them, and it certainly did.

“The abridged version would have been sufficient,” Gamora commented, though not unkindly, when they arrived at their last stop, the gardens at the very back of the palace. “I was aware this place was quite large, but I wasn’t expecting it to take two whole hours.”

“You have somewhere better to be?” Yondu snorted. Offended, Gamora scowled at him, though he seemed unmoved by her display.

“Play nice, Yondu,” Peter chastised.

“I am Groot.” They all turned towards Groot, who had settled down on the edge of the fountain, his beady dark eyes staring around in wonder at the lushness of his surroundings. Peter had to admit, the gardens were his favorite part of the palace, especially as a child - twelve-foot tall hedges surrounding them in every direction, winding stone pathways interwoven with crushed glittering crystals, hundreds of enormous flower bushes blossoming to their very fullest, neatly trimmed grass that was as green as far as the eye could see. Stone benches that were artfully worn and carefully placed, the occasional tree bursting with ripe fruit and flowers, the idle chirp of a bird gently piercing the air every now and then. And of course, the enormous fountain in the very middle of it all, made of - what else? - gold, boasted a statue of Ego, his cape suspended halfway as if it were fluttering in the wind, and atop his shoulders, eight-year-old Peter and six-year-old Mantis. They were both wearing crowns dripping in jewels and intricate scroll-like carvings, which they had never worn in real life. Aside from the fountain, the Titans were surprised to find the gardens rather tasteful.

“How gaudy,” Nebula said of the statue. “Your father’s name suits him, Quill.”

“Yeah, it’s a little on-the-nose, isn’t it?” Peter laughed. Nebula looked taken aback at Peter’s agreeance with her. “Anyways, I hope we managed to entertain you for the last couple hours, and that you’ll be able to find your way around here a little easier now.”

“You didn’t, and we won’t,” Rocket drawled, though he softened somewhat when he joined Groot at the fountain. “No, don’t drink the water, you d’ast idiot.” Groot appeared to be offended at being caught.

Continuing to chuckle, Peter moved to join Gamora as the others began wandering off among the foliage. “So? Impressed?”

“‘Satisfied’ would be more accurate,” she replied, folding her arms across her chest defensively. “It’s a better sight than Sanctuary. My bed...I feel as if I could have sunk right through to the floor.” Looking almost remorseful, she added softly, “I almost slept in.”

Surprised by her admittance, or rather, the fact she felt it was worthy of guilty admittance, he gave her a gentle smile in return. “Hey, you know you don’t have to stick to a schedule or anything, right? Like I’ve been saying, this kingdom is pretty damn lax. Aside from, y’know, my kinda violent dad? But he only does that to me and Mantis, so you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“You seem unsettlingly nonchalant about that fact,” she said firmly. “It’s not right.”

“No, it’s not, but...what can you do?” he shrugged. He took another cautious step closer so they were nearly shoulder-to-shoulder, gazing out to the gardens.

She looked up at him. “You can do something,” she said quietly. “Which is what we’re going to do. And if it were up to me, we would have an army standing behind us. But something tells me your so-called ‘guard’ isn’t exactly up to the task.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? We’ve got perfectly good soldiers,” Peter protested.

“It’s hard to believe you when you also tell me that you and your sister apparently do nothing of importance all day. That can’t possibly be a good influence on your subjects. How do you better your minds, your bodies? How can you be so sure you’re ready for impending war?” she whispered urgently, casting a nervous glance at their people, who were now all gathered around the fountain, making conversation. Rocket seemed to have said something that made everyone laugh.

“You think I don’t know how to fight?” he replied, teasing. He was hardly offended by her insinuation, considering her violent background in contrast with his cushy lifestyle, but hey, he couldn’t help but want to show off a little in response. “Oh, I can fight. Pretty decently, actually.”

“I’d like to see that,” she said, a smirk beginning to form. “I need to know who I’m fighting alongside, after all.” Gesturing for her to lead the way, the two of them walked to an open field of grass not too far from the others, free of the excessive amounts of foliage and rocks that occupied the other areas of the gardens. “I’ll be lenient,” she continued, removing her utility belt and tossing it aside. “No weapons. Hand-to-hand only.”

“That’s very kind of you, thank - oof!” Gamora had almost instantly roundhouse-kicked him in the gut as he spoke, causing Peter to stumble back several feet, nearly tipping head over heels right from the start. “Oh, it’s that kind of fight, hey?”

He swung, aiming for her shoulder, hoping to at least disarm her, only for her to catch his fist immediately and shove him downwards, slamming his head into the ground. “You’re not very good at this, are you?” she said tauntingly, straddling him, her hands wrapped firmly around his biceps to hold him there.

“I’m good when the other person doesn’t fight dirty.” Trying to ignore the press of her hips against his, he wrestled his arms out from her grasp and reached up to yank on her ponytail, causing her to cry out in pain, arching her back as he pulled. He took the opportunity to strike her now-exposed torso with his elbow, and as she rolled off of him, he pounced, pinning her to the ground, forearm braced against her throat, pushing her chin upwards.

“Pulling my hair? That’s the act of a child,” she chuckled weakly. “What was that about playing dirty again?” There was a brightness in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before, a sort of joy that he suspected didn’t come easy to her. He could only hope that she was already beginning to feel comfortable around him, or trust him, at the very least.

“Peter! I do hope that’s your future wife you’ve got underneath you there, and not another one of your trysts!” A booming voice from no more than fifteen feet away suddenly made Peter’s blood run cold. He and Gamora turned their heads to see Ego standing before them, hands on his hips, cape billowing behind him (Peter was at least ninety-five percent sure that he had created a permanent wind that followed him around for moments such as this). “Care to introduce us?”

Peter scrambled to his feet, bowing his head in submission. “Dad. This is Gamora of the Titans, daughter of Thanos. And yes, she is. She accepted my proposal.”

Gamora stood as well, bending fully at the waist before extending her left hand to shake, allowing the green diamond to glint spectacularly in the sunlight for Ego to see. “It is an honor to meet you,” she murmured. “Your planet is unlike anything me and my people have ever seen before, and we have been to the furthest reaches of the galaxy.”

Peter couldn’t help but notice it wasn’t actually a compliment, but knowing his father, he would certainly think it was. “Powerful, kind, and beautiful,” Ego chuckled, clasping her hand between both of his. “I chose wisely, didn’t I, Peter?”

“You’re home early,” Peter replied in lieu of answering the slightly creepy question. “Something go wrong?”

“On the contrary, my boy. Just checking up on one of my projects, and it went pretty well. Too well, in fact, which is why I’m back now!” Ego grinned, letting go of Gamora’s hand. “I see you’ve fashioned quite the ring for your girl.” Gamora’s eyes narrowed at the nomenclature, though she chose not to comment, instead opting to move back to Peter’s side.

“She’s not - Dad, come on,” Peter sighed, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I do have one request, by the way. I’d like for Gamora to stay in the spare room in my quarters.”

Ego raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And why’s that, son?”

“I’d...like to get to know her better. And I see no reason for her to remain in the guest wing when she’s going to be more than just a guest,” Peter said, giving her a tentative smile. Her eyes met his, a little more warmth returning, though her mouth remained downturned at the corners, stiff.

Ego’s eyes twinkled with mirth, clapping his hands together joyously. “Do I sense something in the air, Peter? Love, maybe? Or should I ask Mantis what she thinks?”

“Let’s not be hasty here,” Peter said, panicked, looking back to his father. “C’mon, Dad, don’t embarrass me.”

“I’m your dad, Peter, it’s my job to embarrass you,” he laughed, stepping forward to throw an arm over Peter’s shoulder, not-so-subtly guiding him away from Gamora. “Now, tell me all about what’s been going on since I left…” ______

Peter and Gamora weren’t alone again until nighttime, when she packed up her bags (or rather, bag) from the guest wing and accompanied him to his quarters, making their way through the eerily quiet palace, the open-air corridors bathing them in a wash of moonlight. “Sorry about my dad,” Peter said. “Like I was saying - not the most stable guy in the world.”

“Do your people know of his actions against you and your sister?” Gamora asked.

“You kidding? Of course not. Can you imagine what it’d be like if they did? Total chaos. Everyone would go running for their lives to Xandar or something.” He opened the door to his private quarters, motioning for her to enter. “Plus, it’d probably just open up the possibility of him doing it to anyone he wants to. Turn this place into a damn nightmare.”

“Considering his abilities, I’m surprised he chose to run his planet with generosity instead of coercion,” she added. “I suppose it must be your and Mantis’s influence. You have been very hospitable, if a little unorthodox. I’ve seen no signs of instability in either of you.”

“Well, I dunno about that. We all have our demons, don’t we? Things that drive us crazy?” Peter led her into the sitting room, which was every bit as cozy as his study, with large plush couches and modest furnishings. There was a sunken area in the back, which featured a few bookshelves flanked by identical-looking doors, and in between, a large set of gold-embossed double doors. He pointed to the door on the very left. “Your room is through there - has a private bathroom and everything. The big doors here are to my bedroom, so just knock before you come in. Everything else is open to you if you’d like, not that you’ll find anything interesting. It’s just a lot of books, keepsakes, random junk, that kinda thing.”

She nodded, smiling faintly. “Thank you, Quill.” She moved to open the door to her room, though her fingers lingered on the doorknob in hesitation as she turned to glance at him one last time over her shoulder. “Also, your fighting methods are unconventional, which may come in handy against disciplined warriors such as myself, but perhaps not the most effective way of doing things. I could help train you if you’d like. For our future endeavors, of course.”

His smile deepened, though he ducked his head away from the intensity of her gaze, feeling unusually shy. “Yeah, that...that’d be awesome. Thanks. Uh, night.”

“Goodnight.” She nodded curtly before disappearing behind the door. Peter chuckled to himself in wonderment at what exactly he’d gotten himself into as he made his way into his own bedroom.

a/n: hello lovelies, and welcome to a fic that is not my 20 questions 'verse for once! i really liked the idea of playing around with a modern royalty AU while still keeping it pretty close to their MCU selves, since that's apparently how i do my AUs. i also wanted to have a celestial!peter since i low-key wish they had explored that a little more in gotg vol. 2. like, concept - peter using his celestial powers in infinity war against thanos. is it just me that wants to see that, haha

this was originally gonna be a three-part oneshot but i'm unexpectedly going back to school in january, so now it's an eight-chapter fic to give me more time to work on it. i hope this will also give me a chance to get feedback from you guys as i write. unlike my other fic, i don't have a set schedule on when i'm posting updates, as i'll probably go days without writing once midterms come around, but i do know i'll be posting chapter 2 on december 15th, so i hope y'all are looking forward to that :)

thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it. likes and reblogs would be much appreciated, and see you in the next chapter!

#starmora #peter x gamora #gamora x peter #peter quill #gamora #myfic #myfic: rtw #marvel #i hope y'all enjoy this one!! #i really love writing celestial!peter #also my usual of gamora&nebula and peter&mantis #and ofc peter&yondu

[kijiboop]

Thanos x OFC: Unbowed - Chapter Sixteen

A/N: Warnings for graphic sex, D/s, A/B/O dynamics, sexual slavery, oral sex. And Thanos went non-con on me in this chapter. You have been warned.

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Kris slapped the dash when the communicator blinked. “Captain Krised Furlan of the Paiksykine. Talk quick, Ravager.”

“Listen to the mouth on you.”

Around him, the bridge erupted into wild cheers and Kris stopped to put his forehead down on his wrist with a low groan of relief. The video engaged and Esi grinned back at her crew, a Krylorian woman half-wrapped around her waist. “I’m sacrificing a fucking herbivore to every god in the galaxy,” he said when he looked up at her. “It’s so damn good to see you, Esi.”

“It’ll be a massacre,” Esi smiled and her crest rose and shook with emotional overload that her face couldn’t quite contain. “We’re two jumps out, Kris. We needed to stop for a break but we’ll be at the rendezvous soon.”

“I could kiss you.”

“We could all kiss you!” shouted Gorjin and Esi grinned.

“Take turns, at least,” she replied and her face sobered quickly. “I missed you all, but we’re not out of the woods yet. It’s really important and I’ll tell you everything when we’re all standing on the same deck. But I can’t walk away from this. Not yet.”

“Whatever you need, Esi,” Kris said. “Just come home.”

“I’m trying, Captain,” she smiled brilliantly. “See you in a few.”

A few hours later, the big Ravager ship popped into space and rotated for docking. Gorjin maneuvered the Paiksykine into position and the ships joined up. Both were too large to dock with the other, but the coupling ducts worked just fine. On the Ravager end, Kraglin smiled and opened the door for Esi. “See you soon.”

“Thank you,” she whispered and hugged him quickly, then she and Peya darted into the duct and sailed out of the Eclector’s artificial gravity. Esi’s crest flared in joy and excitement when she saw the other end of the duct opening and felt the atmosphere pressurize. Kris propelled himself down the duct toward her and they met in the middle in a tight hug that had them both crying.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” Kris whispered as he hugged her tight. “You were wrong, you know. I do love you.”

“That’s nice,” Esi giggled softly and kissed his cheek. “I’ll always love you as my captain, Kris, but I’m… kind of taken now.” She looked over her shoulder at Peya, who had turned a rather fascinating shade of magenta.

Kris blinked and tilted his head to see the Krylorian hovering there and then smiled quietly. “I think I understand.” He cupped his hand to Esi’s cheek. “Welcome home, Lieutenant. You going to introduce me to your partner or do I have to wait for the wedding ceremony?”

“Let’s get back under gravity first,” giggled Esi. When Kris turned back to return to his ship, Esi reached and laced her fingers through Peya’s. “Sha beh,” she whispered and Peya beamed at her.

When they hit the airlocks, the sound was deafening. The entire crew was packed into a tiny space, all clamoring for her attention and generally welcoming her home. She found herself passed from hand to familiar hand, kissed and embraced and passed on to the next person. She managed to keep her fingers locked on Peya’s and the crew seemed just as excited to see her, hugging the Krylorian and cheering. When Kris’s hands found the sides of her face again and he kissed her, Esi let her crest flare up in joy, arched to shade his face. “Welcome home,” he whispered against her mouth.

“It’s good to be here,” she whispered back. As things settled down, she reached for Peya and added, “Peya, this is my captain, Kris Furlan. Captain, my partner, Peya.”

“It's my pleasure,” Kris smiled and offered his hand to Peya, who took it between her own and bowed over it slightly.

“And mine,” she said softly. “Made much of my shebebe’s captain.” Her eyes lifted and Kris grinned at the slightly coy expression he read there. “You tried to..." she trailed off and made a gesture with her hands, indicating pregnancy and then nodded to Esi. "Her gratitude for that extends.” She pulled her hands toward Esi, then in a circle toward herself. “My gratitude.”

“I would be honored to try again,” Kris said and held out his hand to Peya, palm up. “For you both.”

“I cannot,” Peya smiled quietly. “Esi may. I cannot.”

“As much as this conversation is wonderful and important,” Esi cut in gently, “as I mentioned, we’re not out of this yet. Thanos has Yondu Udonta and Peter Quill. I’m honor-bound to help the Ravagers rescue them.”

“Honor-bound?” Kris asked in surprise and let Esi and Peya pull him to the side of the room while the rest of the crew continued to revel. “What am I missing? I know Udonta is Centurian, but…”

“Yondu is the patriarch,” Esi explained. “He’s adoptive father to Quill and both of the other adult Centaurians on his crew, Amadi and Luway. His first mate is also his son-in-law. The Ravagers on that ship are more than just a crew of mercenaries, Captain. They’re a family and more than that. They’re a Centaurian clan.” She put her hands on Kris’s chest and leaned in to peg him with a firm look. “They opened their own Way. They’re all connected. That is sacred in ways I’m not sure I can ever explain to someone outside of my own race, Kris. We have to help them.”

Kris paused to meet her eyes, then cupped her face in his palms and kissed her. “My ship is yours.”

***

Thanos paced his rooms. It had been too long. He thought of Petra and discarded the thought; she was too fragile for his current mood. Terraxia would have been ideal, but she was still en route to retrieving his requested cargo from Xandar. What he wanted was Esi. He wanted Esi naked, bound, her head pulled back so he could stroke her throat as he fucked her from behind. Frustrated, he growled and paced another length of the room.

Two more circuits of the room and still unable to banish the hunger, Thanos turned sharply away and stalked down the hallway. He opened the door of Petra’s chambers without knocking and watched as she floundered into a sitting position in her bed. Her eyes were round as he approached, slammed the door behind him. “On your knees, child,” he growled. “Now.”

Petra waited a moment, then flowed out of the bed and onto her knees at his feet. “My lord,” she gasped, “I am yours.”

Thanos struggled to keep the sneer from his lip. He wanted her to fight him. He wanted Esi’s fire, even Terraxia’s arrogance. This subservience was gratifying but it did nothing to soothe his hunger. As he stared down at Petra, he realized with a pang of disappointment that she was no longer interesting to him. Steady, unwaveringly loyal, yes. But uninteresting.

He unfastened the waistband of his pants, shed them in a heap. “Your mouth,” he growled. Petra looked up at him, her eyes wide. He waited and then reached down to present his cock to her, insistent and hard. “Your mouth, my pet. Now.”

Petra paused for only a second before her hands came up to his hips and she took him into her mouth. Thanos grunted once, low in his throat before he put his hand on the back of her head and held her there, moderating her movements until he found the pressure and depth his aching cock needed. He felt her struggle, her hands pushing on his skin but only enough to give herself room to breathe. He growled and pulled her head down again. "No," he said and Petra's eyes flashed up to meet his. "You will do this as I wish." He watched the realization and the fear in her face and smiled, his erection throbbing as satisfaction at that fear flushed his skin. Roughly, he held her head and snapped his hips forward to push himself deeper into her mouth. She made a small, terrified sound and Thanos closed his eyes, his head back. He felt her struggle again, instinctive and panic-filled before her mouth convulsed around him and he felt her gag. He growled out a few half-words in Titan before he spilled himself into her mouth, holding her in position until he was finished.

When he let her go, Petra doubled over herself and choked, coughing and hugging her stomach. Thanos watched her as she spat his cum onto the floor, then vomited once and curled her arms over her face as she sobbed. Loyalty deserved better than what he had just done and the Mad Titan felt a pang of regret. Petra was not to blame for not being Esi, for not being Terraxia, for not being a woman with fire in her blood and defiance in her soul. After a moment, he sighed and dropped down to his knees beside her, reached to pull her hair away from her face and held it back over her shoulders. "I'm sorry, my pet," he whispered. "I have misused you and that was unconscionable." She shied from his touch and Thanos winced.

"I am yours, my lord," she rasped. Thanos could hear the pain in her voice, the raw edges of her emotion and the equally raw sounds of her abused throat. "Forever, I am yours."

Guilt throbbed in his chest and Thanos sighed, rubbing absently at his breastbone before he stood and said, "If you require anything, I will see it done. Rest now. Call for me if you have need." When Petra didn't look up at him, he exhaled sharply through his nose and turned away.

He tried very hard not to hear her quiet sobbing as the door to her quarters clicked shut behind him.

***

Yondu leaned against the wall beside the door of his cell. He could hear Quill humming to himself in one of the other cells, one of those songs he loved so well. He had heard them so many times now that he thought he might actually recognize this one in spite of Quill's mildly tone-deaf rendition. How any species could produce pieces with the complexity of harmonics he had heard in the Earth music and still give birth to children without a natural ear for tonality would always be a puzzle to him. When Peter reached the chorus, Yondu sighed and let his head drop back against the wall as he started to whistle along.

Peter stopped humming and said, "Yondu?"

"Yeah," Yondu answered.

"You've got a plan, right?"

Yondu smiled to himself and shook his head slowly. "Sure, kid. I've got a plan."

"One that doesn't involve us dying, right?"

"I dunno. Dying works sometimes." He closed his eyes and sighed. "Where there's a will, there's Luway."

Peter was quiet for a long time before asking, "Yondu?"

"Yeah."

"Is she really my sister?"

"She ever lie to you, boy?"

"I guess not."

Yondu smiled. "There's yer answer." They sat in silence, then Yondu said, "Quill."

"Yeah?"

"What song was that?"

"Help Is on Its Way," Peter said and Yondu could hear the slight smile. "Little River Band. 1977."

Yondu chuckled and nodded. "Hang on, kid," he murmured. "She'll be here as fast as she can."

***

Drani Obfonteri hustled her grandchildren down a narrow back alley, her head high and her eyes wide. Ayodele was right behind her while the twins shuffled between their sister and their uncle. Amadi had his pistol out and held low, guarding the back of their little procession. They could hear the sounds of the attack happening across the city. They had all agreed that they were better off not being where Thanos expected to find them. Ayo and Amadi both had their crests clamped tightly to their scalps. Drani knew enough about Centaurian body language by now to recognize their fear. She ducked out to check a crossroads, then beckoned the kids across. When they were huddled on the other side, she grabbed Amadi's shoulder. The stocky man stopped, his crest popping up a quarter inch before clamping back down again. "What?"

"What are we going to do?" she whispered, trying to keep the panic from her own voice. "We're not safe out here and it's too obvious to go back to the embassy. Do we just run around randomly all night and hope he gives up?"

Amadi's dark eyes closed for a moment and he sighed. "Thanos ain't gonna give up. If he wants us, he'll keep lookin'. I just wish I knew why he wanted us." Thulani made a soft, whimpering sound in his throat and Amadi reached to hug the younger boy. "Don' really matter," he sighed and ran one hand over Thulani's crest. "Let's go."

Before they could take more than a few steps, Ayodele whistled a sharp warning and her crest popped tall in alarm. She was carrying one of Amadi's pistols and fired it ahead of her as she backed quickly toward her family. The adults crowded close to the younger ones and Amadi looked behind him in despair when he realized they were surrounded: there were Kree soldiers in every available exit from their alley. He could hear Ayo cussing in Centaurian and she shot at one of them again. Amadi aimed at one of the other soldiers on his end of the alley before flaring his crest with bravado he really wasn't feeling and yelling, "Clear off! We're not goin' anywhere with you!"

The Kree studied them for a moment and then one of them grunted an order and another's muzzle flashed. Drani screamed and went down, clutching her shoulder. "Our orders are for the Centaurians," the first said in heavily accented Common. "Come quietly if you care about her at all."

Shayna and Thulani were hugging their grandmother while Ayo maintained her aim on the far end of the alley. "Amadi?" she whistled and he winced at the fear there. "What do we do?"

"Run," Drani hissed at them. "I'll be okay. Just get them out of here. I'm tougher than I look." Amadi looked down at her in surprise and she gave him a fierce grin that reminded him of Kraglin. "Go."

"I don'--"

He never got to finish his protest when the Xandarian woman lurched up from her crouch with a wild cry and started firing a pistol none of them had realized she had. "Go!" she screamed at them and Amadi bolted, grabbed Shayna around the waist when she protested and sprinted through the opening Drani had blasted with her gun. A burst of light ahead of him briefly blinded him as something exploded in the street and he heard Ayo scream, more a sound of defiance and surprise than pain. They scrambled out into the wider street, shooting as Kree soldiers tried to swarm them. Amadi got one in the face while Ayo shot another in the shoulder.

"Ayo!" Thulani's voice reached them and Amadi and Ayodele both stopped in their tracks to look back, crests flared high. A tall woman with violet skin and long, shaggy black hair was grinning at them, holding Shayna's twin brother against her chest with a knife to his throat. "I'm sorry," Thulani gasped.

"Well, well, well," Terraxia chuckled. "Isn't this just a pretty sight. Drop your weapons."

Amadi closed his eyes on a white flash in his mind and then dropped to his knees, hands to his head. Ayo dropped beside him, her hands on his shoulders and her voice worried in his ears.

And then it wasn't her voice that told him she was worried. It was her mind.

The Way opened and Amadi choked on it, his eyes wide and his mind raw as he toppled down to the pavement, unconscious.

@genevievedarcygranger @vizhi0n @lucifers-trash-stash @lissachan504

#thanos #thanos x OFC #Kraglin x OFC #fanfiction #OFC: Esi #OMC: Kris Furlan #OFC: Luway #Peter Quill #Yondu udonta #kiji fics

[yonblu]

&. i should probably write up a hc about how yondu found abt ego / why he decided to keep peter / etc. bc it’s important i guess but also i could just talk about it in the tags like i do with the majority of my headcanons

#AKSKFNDKNJKSD i talk in the tags so much its just easier and less pressure to make things sound cohesive #nyway i hc that mantis probabl.... VERY SUBTLY bc ego cant know... points yondu 2 the cave of skeletons #and hes like god damn those sure are some #fuckng skeletons #and like he intentionally ignores the implication #but on the way to terra it clicks and like he KNOWS whats going on now #but he figures he can ignore it one last time andget paid for this delivery #and be done with it #bc at this point he has enough money to keep his faction afloat #and also his crew? dont give a fuck abt these kids as much as he does #like esp taserface + those like hime #are very... u know... they wanna get paid and they dont care what they have to do in order to do so #anyway hes trying to ignore it and he picks up peter #and he knows hes sending this kid off to his death #THIS KID WHOS JUST... SO SAD AND LONLEY AND CLUTCHING HIS MIXTAPE #BUT ALSO PUTTING UP A FIGHT AND YELLING AND MAKING SNARKY REMARKS #and ofc yondu sees himself in this kid. of COURSE he does #bc its exactly what he was like when stakar picked HIM up #and he cant send him to his death #yondus a piece of shit but he cant knowingly do that. he just cant #so he makes up some story abt how they have the money they need and they need a kid to help with thieving #and thats that right?? #except during this point (after pickin up petey) #stakar shows up #storms in starts yelling bc hes pissed for GOOD reason (hi i love stakar) #and exiles yondu #and now its like. u know. a shitty day for everyone but at least hes saved one (1) kid #and thats enough #and he can pick himself up and go back to being a captain #(and a father!!!!! even tho hes got no clue what hes doing)

[shyficwriter]

Hi! Absolutely love your work, you are so talented! I have an idea for a fic, I'm not sure if it has been used before or such (you don't have to use it ofc).

So, the iconic scene in gotg2 where Yondu yells "I'm Mary Poppins y'all". But switch Peter with y/n and then later Yondu tries to act cool in front of the crew because he is 'as cool as Mary Poppins', which makes Peter laugh and when he tells Yondu why - the whole crew laughs too - making Yondu very pissed at y/n.

This is so cute! Absolutely! (And thank you!!!) I've actually never gotten/seen a prompt like this, but I like a challenge lol (imagine if I just... re-wrote the whole movie with reader added lol) Author's Note: I know this was supposed to just be a drabble, but it got away from me (mostly because I re-wrote the ending of GOTG2 to fit in how the Reader fit into the story/how Yondu survived and the after-events of that) and now it's 5,263 words... oops lol

Enjoy!

***

You stared up in relief at Peter and Yondu as they descended from the smoke cloud. They were... alive. They had managed to survive the explosion of the M-ship. A glance shared with Gamora proved she felt the same relief. Only a few seconds ago had the two of you thought you lost those who you loved most, and now they were floating back down towards the relative safety of the ground. You were so grateful you couldn't manage words. You had no idea what you would do if you lost either of them, they had been a part of your life for so long. They were your family. Sure, Yondu could be a dick at times, and yeah, Peter had left a couple months back and yeah it was kinda his fault you were all here in the first place, but you'd still be lost if they were gone.

You continued to look up at the pair and you couldn't help but crack a smile, which then turned into a poorly stifled snicker. You could blame it on the nerves, but it was mostly the silhouette Yondu was currently giving off.

"What?" Yondu called down to you, having heard and seen you were laughing up at them. Suspicion filled his eyes.

You bit your lip in a failed attempt to rein in your grin and answered honestly, "You look like Mary Poppins," despite knowing he wouldn't know who that was.

Still eyeing you, he asked, "Is he cool?"

Grinning wider you answer, "Yeah, he's cool." Sure, it was funny, and you knew Peter and you would have a laugh about it later, but you meant what you said. He was cool.

Clearly satisfied, Yondu cried out, "I'm Mary Poppin's y'all!" just before they touched down near Nebula on the ground.

Peter gave you a cheeky look that both stated that he approved, and doubled as an unsaid agreement that he wasn't going to say anything- for now at least. He then went on to make googly-eyes with Gamora while the rest of you took a moment to enjoy the brief victory.

A piece of debris then suddenly smacked the woman you'd come to learn was named Mantis in the head, knocking her unconscious. And... just like that, you were all back in it as Ego began to wake up.

"How long 'til the bomb goes off?" Peter asked Rocket urgently.

"In the unlikely event that Groot doesn't kill us all... about six minutes."

Just then you hear cracking from above and you look up to see the rock above... or.. Ego? technically?... beginning to crack and fall apart. You swallow, silently hoping that today wasn't the day you and all your friends, new and old, died.

Yondu makes a call to Kraglin and tells him to bring the Quadrant in for an extraction.

Hearing this, Peter sends you and Drax away with Mantis to meet him when he gets there. Or rather, he slaps an aero-rig on Drax and sends him flying up, and then instructs you to follow, which you obey.

Shortly after you and Drax reach the surface the blue tentacles burst up from the ground and grab the Quadrant before your eyes. Both yours and Drax's eyes widen in alarm as the tentacles begin to pull the giant ship towards you, and you don't even need to exchange words as you two share a quick glance.

You just run.

Your heart is beating out of your chest as the ship gains on you. You know you can't outrun it. Even if you could, there's only the sheer drop of a cliff in your path. But still, you have to keep running. At least with the aero-rigs you all might survive the cliff.

Drax falls to his knees, impressively never managing to drop Mantis as he shields her with himself.

You reach for him in an attempt to help him up, but then you turn and see it.

The ship. It's already upon you. There's no escape. There's no time.

As you see Drax shielding Mantis's unconscious form with his body you realize he hadn't fallen, but had simply already accepted your fates and was using his last act to protect this young woman. You couldn't help but silently commend him for this action, despite knowing it was futile.

Eyes closed, the two of you brace yourselves in preparation for your inevitable deaths.

Only, death doesn't come.

Instead the ship begins to rise again. The thrusters have kicked on. You nearly laugh in relief and make a mental note to hug Kraglin later, grateful that he was able to get to them in time.

Drax immediately turns and begins running with Mantis in the direction of the ship as it rights itself and within a few moments the three of you are safely aboard. You're surprised when Drax unceremoniously tosses Mantis into the ship, considering you had just seen him take such care with her before. He immediately takes to the steps leading up to the flight deck and you choose to stay below in the hold for a bit and check that Mantis was ok.

You are pulling Mantis's unconscious body further into the hold when Gamora and Nebula come aboard. You glance up and give the women a nod before stepping back to allow space for Gamora to kneel down next to her friend, feeling this was more her place than yours. Sure, you thought Peter's new group of friends seemed okay, but you hadn't really gotten to know them yet and now didn't seem like the time. As all of you wait anxiously for the others to also reach the ship, you had taken to keeping towards the back of the hold while Gamora and Nebula remained sitting on the floor near Mantis. It was just as well, you still weren't completely sure how you felt about Nebula. Yeah, she was helping you guys now, but you hadn't completely forgotten her role in the whole mutiny deal... but she had also technically saved Yondu and the raccoon... but she also didn't stop Tazerdick from killing all your friends... but in that same boat you supposed you weren't innocent either, you had just stood by like a coward with Kraglin and watched it happen...

You couldn't help from nervously pacing, and keeping to the back also ensured no one got in your path.

Where were the others? Shouldn't they be here by now? Will they make it in time?

Gamora noticed your behavior but decided to leave you be. Peter had told her how close the two of you had been growing up, and she knew you were likely just as anxious as she was for his return.

Kraglin eventually takes a peek into the hold from the top of the steps to check on everyone and sees you silently pacing back and forth. He decides to make you come up to the flight deck with him in hopes that helping set the navs will distract you from wearing a hole in the floor.

Not too long after you've gone upstairs you hear Gamora shouting something, but you can't quite make it out. You're momentarily concerned the blue light tentacles are back before you hear Rocket, more loudly and clearly, telling Kraglin to take off.

You look out the large window in front of you, and after you don't see any light tentacles coming to drag you down or the planet exploding under you, you softly sigh in relief. The others must all be back finally, and that must have been Gamora yelling at them to get their asses on the ship.

Your relief to finally be done with this place is cut short when Drax speaks.

"Wait- is Quill back?"

Your eyes widen as Kraglin only fires up the engine in response. The hell-?

Drax speaks into the intercom, "Rocket, where's Quill?"

No answer.

Your stomach begins to tie in knots. "Kraglin- Kraglin wait! If Peter isn't back- and where's Yondu?!"

Kraglin doesn't answer you either, just pulls back on the throttle without looking at either you or Drax. A mix of sadness and guilt is present in his eyes.

Drax repeats his prior question into the intercom, now shouting.

Rocket still won't answer. Drax continues shouting, "Where's Quill?!"

You're shouting now too, both at Kraglin as you feel the ship begin to lift off, and once into the intercom with Drax, demanding to know where Peter and Yondu are. You try to pull Kraglin away from the controls, but he only pushes you back, refusing to look you in the eye as you yell at him.

"Go to hell then! I'm going after them!" you shout, turning to head down below so you can get out before the door shuts.

It's now that Kraglin leaves the controls, and he wraps his arms around you from behind to restrain you.

You curse at him, kicking and fighting to no avail as Kraglin sadly says, "I'm sorry- I can't let ya- I'm real sorry-"

You manage to break away for just a second, only able to make it a few feet away before you feel the pain of electricity shooting through your body.

And then everything goes black.

***

By the time you wake, the ship has already left the atmosphere, and the only view outside the window is that of the vast, cold, universe. You sit up and look around groggily to then find Kraglin sitting nearby, and your vision goes red.

Kraglin notices that you've woken and only manages to get out, "I'm sorry th-" before you've knocked him out of his chair with the back of your fist.

"You bastard! I'll never forgive you!" you shout, punching at him as you shout other obscenities. Tears blur your vision, and that's what you blame for him being able to quickly restrain you from hitting him further, not the fact that he's always been stronger and the only reason you even got him down with the first hit was due to surprise. Nah, it was totally just the watery eyes...

He tries to say something, but you don't care, you don't listen. You just shout and struggle in his arms, kicking, biting, crying- mostly crying- as you threaten his life, his manhood, and anything else, for allowing Peter and Yondu to just die back there. For leaving them behind. For not waiting just a bit longer. For not letting you go find them. For shooting you with a damn stun gun.

This continues for a short while until you eventually tire yourself out, allowing your head to fall on his chest in exhaustion as you cry.

"Ya done now?"

This earns him a kick to the shin and you attempt to pry yourself away but he only hugs you tighter against him. This isn't exactly what you had in mind when you mentally promised him that hug earlier... but fuck him- he doesn't get that hug now, not after-

"Now listen!" Kraglin scolds in frustration as he tries to still you. "Quit- damn it! Just listen!"

"Why the fuck should I?!"

Without another word aside from an annoyed grunt he whips you around.

You stand there for a moment in shock. You barely register that Kraglin is no longer restraining you.

"...Peter?"

He smiles back at you and nods. You had been so busy fighting Kraglin you hadn't heard him come up. It was actually your shouting that alerted him that you were finally awake in the first place. He had been told by Kraglin that you might be a bit fiery when you finally regained consciousness, given the events leading up to him knocking you out, and that assumption had appeared to have been correct given the scene he came up to. However now all sign of that fire seemed to have left you as you now stared at him with wide eyes.

You go to hug him so fast you nearly send both of you tumbling to the floor. After squeezing the life out of him you pull back to smack him in the chest.

"Ow! I thought you were happy to see me?!"

"Don't ever scare me like that again! I thought you died! I thought-" You pause a moment. "Where's da-" You catch yourself and continue, "Where's that damned Yondu then? I'll kick his ass too."

Peter shares a brief look with Kraglin that you can't read before replying, "He's fine, but he's resting. There was only one spacesuit left... and the ship just barely got to us in time. It might be awhile before he wakes up."

You glance off to the side and mumble, "I guess I'll kick his ass later, then." You look back up to him. "Can I see him?"

"Of course." Peter answers before leading you and Kraglin down from the flight deck and into the room where they placed Yondu.

He was lying on a cot covered with a foil blanket to keep him warm despite him still wearing his duster. His eyes were closed and one could assume he was simply sleeping if not for the oxygen mask fitted to his face.

The slight alarm at seeing his still form could be seen on your face, prompting the others to assure you that he would be fine.

You stared at him for a long while before Peter instructed that you needed to eat something. You opened you mouth to protest but didn't get the chance before Peter placed a hand on your shoulder and turned you out of the room, leading you to where Kraglin was retrieving some MRE's for everyone. You didn't bother arguing. Staring at Yondu wasn't going to make him wake faster.

You ate quietly and mostly stared down in your lap or off into space while the others conversed. Kraglin pinched your side to get your attention and you jolted, giving him a mean glare as your cheeks began to grow warm.

"Don't look so down, we won didn't we?" He pinched your side again with a grin. "Cheer up! Turn that frown upside down."

You frown harder at him, but only briefly because right then Peter walks past and gives your knee a squeeze, causing a grin to finally crack your face as you kick out in surprise. "There it is!" he joked as he continued on his way over to Gamora with some hot drink. By this time Nebula had already left and Rocket and Drax were talking while Mantis and Groot ate and listened.

You roll your eyes and glare at Peter and then Kraglin. "Children. The both of you." You scold, but only half-heartedly. Truthfully, it was nice to have a little banter and shenanigans after everything.

Seeming satisfied that you appeared less sullen, Kraglin started up a conversation with you discussing potting a course to a nearby planet for supplies.

Yondu eventually opened his eyes, but didn't really start to fully wake until around the next day-cycle, and it was at least a week of using the oxygen mask, first full time, and gradually moving to off and on, before he before he was nearly back to 100%. The vacuum of space is quite unforgiving, after all. His personality was ever-present though, stubborn as ever. A few times he tried to walk about without the oxygen, but was always quickly scolded by either Kraglin, Peter, Rocket, or yourself to go put it back on before someone glued it to his face. He eventually stopped that nonsense, claiming in a rasp that he got "tired of hearin' ya'll bitchin'" but you had a feeling he realized soon enough that even without being scolded for leaving it behind, he wouldn't get very far without it.

After that first week, though, he was back to his cheeky self. His mood was also improved by the fact that Stakar had made a surprise visit to the ship while he was recovering. Rocket had called the other Ravagers and told them what Yondu did. How he had intended to sacrifice himself for Peter, and how the others fortunately had been able to get to them in time, though only barely, and were able to save them both. Stakar came the next day and witnessed the scene you saw of Yondu the previous night, only this time with Yondu awake. They spoke in private, but you later learned from Kraglin the gist was that Stakar welcomed Yondu back with open arms, and made talk about helping acquire him another crew when he was ready, if he wanted. Yondu had caught a glance of Peter walking past the door and told Stakar that he was grateful to be back, but that he'd have to take a minute and think about that offer. Maybe it was time he settled down a bit, maybe downsize, join a smaller crew. He wasn't getting any younger, after all. In other, unspoken, words, maybe stick around with Peter's team, if he'd have him.

And of course, Peter would.

With this added pep in his step, it wasn't long before he was strutting around saying that he "was as cool as Mary Poppins," usually in cheek as reason why he didn't need to do something Peter asked, or stating it after showing off.

For instance, one day, shortly after recovering, Peter instructed Yondu to move over and let him take to controls while the three of you were leaving on a supply run. Yondu just scoffed and replied that he 'didn't need none of Peter's coddling,' because he was "as cool as Mary Poppins," and he didn't need any of that.

Peter fought back a grin as he shot you a look that clearly said, "This is your fault, you know that, right?" before eventually convincing Yondu to step back and let him take the controls.

You could only muffle your giggles when Peter told him that, "Mary Poppins would know when to take a dang break."

Similar stuff like that went on for a bit until one day Yondu managed to perform (an admittedly impressive) twist and caught a lightbulb Kraglin dropped from a ladder before it broke. He looked at the rest of you with a grin and said, "Ya see that?" He handed the bulb back up to Kraglin. "Ya can do that when you're as cool as Mary Poppins."

This earned groans from Gamora, Drax, and Rocket, who had grown tired of hearing it, while Mantis and Groot just smiled in awe, innocently never bored of Yondu's antics. Even Kraglin hid how he rolled his eyes. You just grinned wide. You and Peter were the only two who got the joke, though you never let on.

Well, until this time, that is. This time Peter wasn't able to hold back his humor at the situation. A bark of laughter escaped his throat, making Yondu raise an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

Peter continued snickering and looked at you. "C'mon. I gotta tell him!"

Eyes wide you reply, "Don't you dare!"

Yondu looked at the pair of you with suspicious eyes. "Tell me what?" He takes a couple steps towards you.

"Nothing!" you quickly answer.

Reigning in his giggles, Peter explained that Mary Poppins wasn't quite a cool dude, but rather a... cool magical British nanny?

"Peter!" you exclaim, swatting at him. "Not cool!"

"I had to! Or else he was never gonna stop!" Peter laughed. Giggles and snickers were also beginning to break out from the some of the others as well.

Yondu's eyes narrowed and he took another step forward. In a cool tone he said, "Ya mean to tell me all this time ya've been lettin' me believe Mary Poppins was this badass guy, been lettin' me run with it, knowin' full well Mary Poppins was a damn nanny?!"

You giggled nervously and took a step back, only to bump into Rocket who quickly moved out of the way claiming he wasn't gonna save you. You didn't think you had a chance of saving yourself either, for that matter. Yondu, as well as Kraglin on the ladder, were blocking the only exit. Maybe you could run underneath the ladder? Could you make it past Yondu to do that? Well, at least he wasn't calling for his arrow... there was that. With Rocket out of the way you take yet another step back, Yondu matching you with one more forward. You nervously tried to smooth it over. "Well, she was a magical nanny, so that's still cool, right?"

Drax let out a loud laugh then. "Haha! You've been calling yourself an old nanny for weeks!"

Gamora rolled her eyes at his remark but couldn't help grinning, and more laughter sounded from the others at this revelation.

You didn't bother to correct Drax on the age of said nanny. You knew it wouldn't help.

Yondu sucked on his teeth, eyes never leaving you.

Kraglin snickered from on top the ladder as he began to climb down. "You're really gonna get it now."

With a nervous chuckle, you bolted, only just managing to dodge when Yondu grabbed for you. You would have slid under the ladder like you planned, but Kraglin had already reached the bottom and stepped in the way. "Oh sorry, did you need through? I just gonna fold up this ladder here quick..."

"I hate you."

"I know."

Yondu, seemingly not in any particular hurry, likely because he knew you had nowhere to run, was closing in on you via a casual walking pace. You turned to face him while walking nearly backwards to the left edge of the room. "Can't we talk about this?" you ask, giggling nervously.

Yondu just shakes his head, following at the same steady pace. A hint of a grin can be seen playing through his grumpy features.

You trip up on a stool, but never take your eyes off him. "Look- it's not a bad thing- Mary Poppins actually is cool-"

Yondu chuckles darkly. "Groveling is only gonna make it worse fer yerself."

You swallow, a nervous grin splitting your face. "Yondu, please-"

"So will begging," he says, cutting you off while taking a few longer strides that nearly close the distance between the two of you.

By now Peter had decided to take a seat and see how this played out, and most of the others follow suit.

"Peter?" you call out.

"Yeah?" he laughs in response, figuring you were about to weigh your chances asking for his help.

"If I survive, remind me to kill you."

He chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "Sure thing."

Your eyes flit to the door once more. Kraglin is taking his sweet time folding up the ladder, chuckling softly to himself. The bastard.

Yondu makes a lunge for you and you jerk back with a squeak, this time losing your balance on yet another stool. He darts a hand out to catch you by the arm and jerks you in close.

"Got ya!" He smiles evilly.

Your eyes widen in fear before you too are not only smiling, but giggling hysterically as he digs the fingers of his other hand into your ribs.

You jerk in his hold, grabbing at his hand as you attempt to back away, only for him to follow you, still with a grip on your arm, for the two or three steps until your back is against the wall. "Yondu! No! This isn't fair!"

"Oh it ain't? Well was it fair when ya had me callin' myself Mary Poppins all that time?" You don't answer, both too busy laughing and full well knowing what you did. After a second of you not answering he adds with a grin, "Didn't think so." He releases your arm in favor of attacking with both hands, chuckling as you let out a squeal of laughter and draw one knee up in an attempt to curl in on yourself, only to stomp it back down in a ticklish reflex.

You sink to the ground in a further attempt to get away, but he only follows you down.

Rocket chuckles from the sidelines and says to Peter, "Ya know, I'm not sure what I expected, but it wasn't this." He shrugs and turns back to the show. "I guess it's not not entertaining." He sits back and opens a small bag of colored candies, which he then shares with Groot.

Groot giggles and points at the scene.

"Ok! I'm sorry!" you squeal out.

Yondu just laughs and shakes his head. "Nah, but you're gonna be."

He then shoves his hands into your armpits, and you throw your head back in loud, bright laughter as you kick your feet out, heels squeaking against the floor.

Mantis giggles. "This is so funny!"

Drax chuckles lightly and shakes his head, saying to Gamora, "Ravagers sure have strange punishment practices. I for sure thought he'd just fire them or something."

Peter smiles fondly looking at you and Yondu before glancing at Drax with a smile. "Nah, that ain't a Ravager thing. It's a family thing."

He had caught what you almost said after you first woke up those weeks ago, when you had clearly thought he and Yondu had been left for dead only to be surprised with his presence. You had nearly asked him, "Where's dad?"

Peter knew if confronted you would certainly deny it, but he knew he hadn't misheard you. The look he shared with Kraglin that night confirmed it. He had heard it too. The moments just before Peter was sure Yondu was a dead man made him finally realize what he had missed all those years. Yondu was like a father to him, to the both of you. You were a family, and it was clear you knew it too.

Unprompted, Mantis reaches over to briefly scritch at Peter's side, causing him to jump out of his thoughts.

"Hey!" he scolds playfully. "Cut that out!"

Kraglin had made his way over to the rest of the group by now, and having seen the exchange, pokes Peter in the ribs with a grin. "Ya know, ya knew that whole time who that Mary Poppins was and ya didn't say anythin'..." he looks past Peter to Mantis, "I say he deserves it." He then pinches Peter's side and laughs when he recoils, only for Mantis to make Peter recoil again with a poke to the other side, this time making him let out a short giggle.

"Now that's funny!" Rocket said, receiving a dirty look from Peter.

Even Gamora couldn't resist tweaking Peter's ribs, earning a look of betrayal in return after he managed to grab her wrist. She wasn't sorry.

Peter continued to recieve random pokes and tickles from his friends, swatting and making empty threats in return, but it was clear you were getting the much shorter end of the stick.

To his credit, Yondu had offered you a way out of your torment.

He had gathered your hands in one of his and was kneading at the muscle above your knee with the other, which you couldn't seem to get away from no matter how much you kicked. "Are ya sorry?" he had asked, despite you already having said you were. After you emphatically responded with a 'yes,' he had then said, "And are ya gonna do it again?" You had squealed out a no in response. He had then replied, "And why shouldn't ya have done it in the first place?" Clearly, he had been expecting an answer about how you should have known better, or something about not pulling tricks on your captain.

However, to your detriment, you just couldn't help yourself. Through giggles you managed to get out a, "Be- Because you're c-cool like Mary Poppins?"

Yondu's eyes momentarily widened in disbelief before narrowing. With a playful growl he said, "Why you little-" and dug all ten fingers into your stomach, sending your head back as a ticklish scream-laugh ripped from your throat.

Yondu now kept darting from spot to spot, never staying in one area for more than a moment to drive you insane- and boy was it was working.

It took you several moments to be able to manage speech. "I'm sorry! AhahHA! I'm SORRY! For real this time! AH! I mean it!" You were kicking and squirming so bad Yondu and the others couldn't help but laugh. He'd go for your belly and you'd curl in on yourself, armpits or ribs usually caused your back to arch or made you twist, and going for your knees made you kick- well, kick harder, anyway.

Yondu playfully rolled his eyes at your declaration of apology. "Yeah, I bet yer real sorry now."

"I am! I take it back! I take it back!!" You grasp at his arms the best you could when he decided to stick with just tickling under your arms again, which he got access to after a quick flutter at your throat sent your hands flying up for protection and left your armpits open and vulnerable. "I give! I give!! I won't do it again!" you cry out in a squeaky plea. In desperation you finally cry out, "MERCY!"

He finally decides you've had enough, and with a final couple squeezes to your knee he lets you go, standing to look fondly down at you with your arms wrapped around your middle and knees partially pulled up in protection as residual giggles leave you.

"Ya learn yer lesson, brat?"

You nod as you go to stand, still a little giggly from your torment. "That was so mean!" you pouted, stumbling as you go to make quick work to close the distance between you and the exit.

Yondu gives you a look and says, "Ya know full well I could've been meaner."

You sighed and rolled you eyes. Luckily for you Yondu couldn't see. "Still mean," you call back to him.

Yondu only chuckled in response.

Feeling bold in the 'safety' of the doorway you stop and look back at Yondu. "Ya know, I was wrong to call you Mary Poppins."

Yondu grinned and crossed his arms. "Glad to see the lesson worked, maybe I need to try that method more often," he teased.

The others actually looked surprised that you had changed your tune, however Peter and Kraglin exchanged a look, knowing better.

You ignored Yondu's comment and responded, "Yeah... you're more of a... Mrs. Doubtfire." You gave him one last wide, cheeky grin before immediately running for your life.

Yondu just stood still for a moment, tongue in his cheek before turning to Peter. "I'm gonna be insulted by that one too, ain't I?"

Peter shrugged and honestly answered, "I actually don't know who that one is, but probably."

Yondu nodded thoughtfully... and then whistled.

"Whoa! Yondu, no!" Gamora scolded, taking a step forward. The others also seemed to be in various degrees of alarm, aside from Kraglin and Peter, who again, knew better.

He waved her off before she could finish with some nonsense about how 'this isn't how we solve problems' or whatever. "Calm down, girlie," he said, walking towards the doorway after his arrow. "I ain't gonna hurt the lil' shit."

Your startled scream was then heard echoing from the corridor, and he grinned, continuing, "I'm just gonna scare the piss outta the brat -which by that sound I'd say I've done already- and have me a little fun."

He didn't look back as he exited the room, cracking his knuckles. "Clearly it's time for another lesson in manners."

#gotg #gotg fic #yondu #yondu x reader #x reader #rocket #star lord #fluff #gotg2 #gotg vol 2 #guardians of the galaxy #peter quill #rocket raccoon #drax the destroyer #kraglin obfonteri #kraglin x reader #peter quill x reader #au #alternate universe #mcu #marvel #reader insert #fluffy fanfiction

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Febuwhump 2022

Day 1: Yondu Udonta - head wound {GotG}

Day 2: Tim/Ned - failed rescue attempt {Borderlands}

Day 3: Tim/Ned - blood loss {Borderlands}

Day 4:Faridah Malik - nightmares {Deus Ex: HR}

Day 5: Damien Brenks/OC - let me see {Watch Dogs}

Day 6: Ava & Zed - hypothermia {Borderlands}

Day 7: Damien Brenks - used as an experiment {Watch Dogs}

Day 8: Helga/Ted/Blake - no anesthesia {Borderlands}

Day 9: Quinn/Faridah & Alex - shrapnel {Deus Ex: HR}

Day 10: OFC/Yondu Udonta & Peter Quill - “How Long Has It Been?” {GotG}

Day 11: Faridah Malik/Garvin Quinn - I Dreamt You Were Alive {Deus Ex:HR}

Day 12: Ava & Ned - Trapped Under a Collapsed Building {Borderlands}

Day 13: Yondu Udonta/OFC - Left Behind {GotG}

Day 14: Ted Blanco - Can't Go Home {Borderlands}

Day 15: Yondu Udonta/OFC - hidden scars {GotG}

Day 16: Garvin Quinn - "Does that hurt?" {Deus Ex: HR}

Day 17: Damien Brenks - Self-inflicted wound {Watch Dogs}

Day 18: Timothy Lawrence - Forced to Watch {Borderlands}

Day 19: Yondu Udonta - Delirium {GotG}

Day 20: Tim/Ned - Caged {Borderlands}

Day 21: OFC/Damien Brenks - Buried Alive {Watch Dogs}

Day 22: Tim/Ned - Restrained {Borderlands}

Day 23: Tim and Zed - "Don't leave!" {Borderlands}

Day 24: Yondu Udonta - Too weak to move {GotG}

Day 25: Alex Vega - Muffled Screams {Deus Ex: HR}

Day 26: Ava & Zed - "Please don't do this" {Borderlands}

Day 27: Yondu Udonta/OFC - Shower Breakdown {GotG}

Day 28: Garvin Quinn - Presumed Dead {Deus Ex: HR}

FEBUCLOWN!!!! Yondu Udonta/OFC + Peter Quill {GotG}

#febuwhump 2022 #tw: character death #tw: abuse #tw: violence

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Space Invaders

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/38pmF2t

by Andromedanewton

Following on from Born To Be King, follow Loki and Sigyn on their mission with Doctor Strange, which leads them far beyond what even they could have imagined!

Words: 883, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of The Avengers Redemption Series

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sigyn (Marvel), Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Amelia Barnes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Thor (Marvel), Taneleer Tivan, Yondu Udonta, Kraglin Obfonteri, Fillon (OC), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Vision (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Thanos (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Sigyn (Marvel), Bucky/Amelia (ofc)

Additional Tags: Space Adventure, continued from Born To Be King, Set before GotG2 and Thor: Ragnarok, Jealous Loki (as always), Possessive Loki (as always!), Loki in love, redeemed loki, Sigyn is a kick ass bitch, Peter Quill is a horndog, Baby Groot (Marvel), Stephen Strange fucks up, Tony doesn't take it well, Shenanigans, incomplete work but still not abandoned!, I'm working on it, I'll add more tags as I think of them!, Sexy Times, Canon-Typical Violence, Sigyn can hold her licquor, Dancing, Baby Groot is cute

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

Space Invaders

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by Andromedanewton

Following on from Born To Be King, follow Loki and Sigyn on their mission with Doctor Strange, which leads them far beyond what even they could have imagined!

Words: 883, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of The Avengers Redemption Series

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sigyn (Marvel), Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Amelia Barnes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Thor (Marvel), Taneleer Tivan, Yondu Udonta, Kraglin Obfonteri, Fillon (OC), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Vision (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Thanos (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Sigyn (Marvel), Bucky/Amelia (ofc)

Additional Tags: Space Adventure, continued from Born To Be King, Set before GotG2 and Thor: Ragnarok, Jealous Loki (as always), Possessive Loki (as always!), Loki in love, redeemed loki, Sigyn is a kick ass bitch, Peter Quill is a horndog, Baby Groot (Marvel), Stephen Strange fucks up, Tony doesn't take it well, Shenanigans, incomplete work but still not abandoned!, I'm working on it, I'll add more tags as I think of them!, Sexy Times, Canon-Typical Violence, Sigyn can hold her licquor, Dancing, Baby Groot is cute

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#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

[ao3feed-natashabruce]

Holding Out For a Hero.

by moon_goddess_118

Fifteen-year old Sophia May Parker wish she could say that she was normal but she figured that normal take a twirl down the drain when she and her twin brother got bite by radioactive spiders, became the web-swinging duo, Spider-Man and Spider-Girl, and a super genius in her own right. But Sophia is rockin' both the teen heroine and teen super genius, she enjoys saving her fellow Queens residents' lives and using her high IQ in making the Earth a healthier place to live. Sophia is friendly, laidback, free-spirit, wild and outgoing, easily making friends with people of all walks of life. She is a tough, sassy, brutally blunt and sarcastic teen with a furious independence streak in her, she hates having guys come to her rescue when a strong right hook or a swift kick can easily put down anyone who messes with her. But when HYDRA is out to get her and killed her mutant protector, who hates everyone and anyone, in order to leave her defenseless, Sophia is force to go on the run while trying to get use to the mutant powers that her protector had transfer into her. But she has to learn that she has to hold out for a hero in order to protect her.

Words: 2029, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Bellucci Mutants.

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies), Deadpool (Movieverse), The Punisher (TV 2017), Daredevil (TV), Luke Cage (TV), Iron Fist (TV), Jessica Jones (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Dummy (Iron Man movies), Butterfingers (Iron Man movies), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Obadiah Stane, Yinsen, Pepper Potts, Christine Everhart, Phil Coulson, Happy Hogan, Nick Fury, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Justin Hammer, Ivan Vanko, Senator Stern (Marvel), Chess Roberts, Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Erik Selvig, Laufey (Marvel), Volstagg (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Hogun (Marvel), Fandral (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Johann Schmidt, James "Bucky" Barnes, Bruce Banner, Maria Hill, Jasper Sitwell, Aldrich Killian, Maya Hansen, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Alexander Pierce, Arnim Zola, Georges Batroc, Wolfgang von Strucker, Peter Quill, Gamora, Drax the Destroyer, Groot (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Ronan the Accuser, Yondu Udonta, Nebula (Marvel), Taneleer Tivan, Thanos (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Ultron (Marvel), Laura Barton, Helen Cho, Ulysses Klaue, Friday (Marvel), Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, Darren Cross, Jim Paxton (Marvel), Luis (Ant-Man movies), Dave (Ant-Man movies), Hank Pym, Cassie Lang, Janet Van Dyne, T'Challa (Marvel), T'Chaka (Marvel), Peter Parker, Thaddeus Ross, Helmut Zemo, Everett Ross, May Parker (Spider-Man), Ayo (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Karl Mordo, Christine Palmer, Wong (Marvel), Nicodemus West, Kaecilius (Marvel), Ancient One (Marvel), Dormammu (Marvel), Mantis (Marvel), Ayesha (Marvel), Kraglin, Stakar Ogord, Ego the Living Planet, Adrian Toomes, Michelle Jones, Aaron Davis (Marvel), Ned, Liz Toomes, Flash Thompson, Doris Toomes, Karen (Spider-Man: Homecoming), Herman Schultz, Phineas Mason, Hela (Marvel), En Dwi Gast | Grandmaster, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Skurge | The Executioner, Topaz (Marvel), Korg, Surtur (Marvel), Erik Killmonger, Nakia (Black Panther), Okoye (Marvel), W'Kabi (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), M'Baku (Marvel), Ramonda (Marvel), Zuri (Marvel), Eitri (Marvel), Cull Obsidian, Ebony Maw, Proxima Midnight, Corvus Glaive, Ben Parker, Carol Danvers, Ghost, Jimmy Woo, Bill Foster, Matt Murdock, Karen Page, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, James Wesley, Ben Urich, Leland Owlsley, Vanessa Marianna Fisk, Claire Temple, Wilson Fisk, Coach Wilson (Spider-Man: Homecoming), Elektra Natchios, Blake Tower, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, Frank Castle, Danny Rand, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Raven | Mystique, Hank McCoy, Azazel (X-Men), William Stryker (Movieverse), Logan (X-Men), Ororo Munroe, Rogue (X-Men), Kitty Pryde, Bobby Drake, Bishop, Peter Maximoff, Peter Rasputin, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, En Sabah Nur, Wade Wilson, Vanessa, Francis "Ajax" Freeman, Weasel, Christina | Angel Dust, Blind Al, Dopinder (Marvel), Cable, Russell Collins, Domino, Victor Creed, Kurt Wagner, Caliban (Marvel), Jubilation Lee, Reed Richards, Johnny Storm, Susan Storm (Fantastic Four), Ben Grimm, Victor von Doom, Sophia Parker (OFC), Genesis Lehnsherr (OFC), Trinity Lehnsherr (OFC), Lilith Lehnsherr (OFC), Jezebel Lehnsherr (OFC)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Jane Foster/Thor, Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Nakia (Black Panther)/T'Challa

Additional Tags: Peter Parker has a Twin, Female Peter Parker, Pansexual Wade Wilson, Older Man/Younger Woman, Underage Kissing, Pre-Spider-Man: Homecoming, Post-Spider-Man: Homecoming, Geeks, Smart Is The New Sexy, Bullying, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Inappropriate Humor, Explicit Language, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Parent Tony Stark, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers, Protective Avengers, Protective Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Shuri Friendship, Geniuses, Deadpool being Deadpool, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Stalking, Attempted Kidnapping, Kidnapping, Inappropriate Behavior, Sexy Nerds

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #brutasha #bruce x natasha #natasha x bruce #hulkwidow

[pikapegasus]

could I request #83 of the ways to say I love you one? For starmora, ofc

83. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

tbh??? I went into this one with no plan and just kinda let it write itself. hope you find the results Interesting !!!! (also I like writing vulnerable gamora recently asdfghjkl;’ I’m Sorry)

send me a ship + a number for a way to say “I love you”!!!

Gamora’s never envied Nebula for her extensive cyberneticenhancements. Of course, Gamora has more than a fair share of machinerywhirring within her body as well, but not quite to the extent of Nebula, whowas completely replaced withenhancements. So, even though Gamora can still best Nebula in combat (except once—Ego’s planet, but whatever), Nebula’s got the advantagewhen it comes to getting back up on her feet after a pretty hefty injury, sinceher body parts all just click back into place within moments of being broken.

Then Gamora hisses in pain as she just barely moves her body, her leg sending a wave of pain through herentire body that nearly knocks her unconscious.

Yeah, she really hates Nebula right now.

“Shit, Gamora,”Rocket comments, looking at her in disbelief. “That’s a nasty break.”

“I noticed,” she manages through gritted teeth.

Groot’s standing next to her broken leg, first looking up ather with wide, sad eyes, then turning back to her leg. He makes a move to pokeit, but Rocket grabs him before he can touch it.

“No, Groot, we don’t touch broken limbs!” Rocket chastises,setting Groot on his shoulder. “And unless Gamora can walk on this thing, we’regonna have to wait for some backup, ‘cause there’s no way in hell I can carry her.”

They’re in the middle of a heist for some precious artifactthat was stolen from the Nova Corps. The team split up into two—as part of theplan—with Gamora and Rocket in charge of extracting the object while Peter andDrax take care of the guards.

But then one thing leads to another in their ultimatedescent from a well-planned mission to a disastrous one, per usual: anoverabundance of enemy forces, a lack of care for being stealthy (Drax getsoverexcited sometimes), a typical Rocket explosion (“What? They were totallygonna kill us!”), and the team still being separated, despite havingsupposed to have rendezvoused by now.

And Rocket’s “little” (according to him) explosion? Gamora barely made it out ofthe way in time, but then the floor collapsed beneath her, Rocket, and Groot,and they fell down to the next level, where a large piece of concrete withGamora’s name on it came after her leg with a passion.

Rocket managed to get it off her, but her leg’s busted andeven just the thought of moving is enough to make Gamora feel sick, but she ignores it.

“It’s fine,” she quips while Rocket fiddles with his comms,trying to reconnect with Peter and Drax. “I’ve had worse.”

Rocket scoffs. “I don’t doubt it, but that doesn’t make thistime any less crappy.”

That’s as close to outright sympathy as Rocket would offer,Gamora is aware, but she doesn’t really care either way. It’s just a brokenleg, after all. She starts trying to push herself up to her feet (or, at least,her good foot).

“I am Groot!” Groot calls out, concerned, when she stops noteven halfway to getting up, because, okay, maybeshe’s a little over her head this time.

“I’m okay, Groot,” she reassures him, carefully directingher voice away from the pain she can feel crawling up into it. “You don’t haveto worry.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Rocket says, looking down at his comms. “I’mgonna call Quill to come down and get us, because there’s no way I’m strong enoughto carry you.”

“I don’t need to be—“

“Quill?” Rocket cuts her off, speaking into his device. “Canyou hear me?”

“Rocket?” Peter’svoice comes through moments later. “Whereare you guys?”

“All three of us are down on the sublevel. We fell throughth’floor,” Rocket says, looking up at the hole from which they fell. Gamoraresists the urge to roll her eyes; after all, Rocket had been the one to cause the explosion and get them stuckdown here in the first place. “Gamora’s leg is busted. We need an extraction.”

“Her leg? What—“

Peter’s cut off by some gunfire and a loud battle cry—“Drax,”Gamora and Rocket identify simultaneously—before he can finish his question.

“Just get your ass down here, Star-Munch,” Rocket says. “Igot the artifact, so we’re good to go.”

“Is Gamora okay?”

“She’s still alive. Here, I’ll prove it to ya.” Rocket turns his attention back toGamora. “Gamora, are you dead?”

“Rocket! Is she—”

“Just talk to her yourself!” Rocket finally gives up, handingGamora (who’s long since given up on standing up, and has returned to justsitting with her leg awkwardly sticking out) the device.

“I’m fine, Peter,” Gamora says. “Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure you’refine? What happened to your leg?”

“Broken,” she answers with a shrug.

“Stay there. I’mcoming to get you.”

“We weren’t plannin’ on movin’, anyway,” Rocket says,leaning toward the device. “There’s no way in hell I can carry Gamora.”

“I don’t need tobe carried,” Gamora protests.

“Just hang tight! We’llbe down in a few minutes.”

And that’s that. Gamora hands the device back to Rocket, inexchange for Groot, who replaces the device’s spot in Gamora’s hand. She setshim down on her lap. He looks up at her sadly.

“Peter’s on his way,” she tries to reassure him. “We’ll beback on the ship soon.”

“I am Groot.”

“He’s more worried about your leg,” Rocket translates.

“I am Groot.”

“He wishes your arms and legs would just grow back wheneverthey get broken, like his do.”

“I am Groot.”

“It’s probably a lot less painful than waiting for it t’heal.”Rocket puts his comms back in his pack, sitting down beside Gamora and Groot. “Idon’t think you’ll be on your feet for a while.”

“My body heals quickly,” Gamora reminds him. “Thanks to mycybernetic enhancements.”

“Either way, Quill’s still probably gonna freak,” Rocketjokes with a flick of his ears.

“He worries easily.”

“Specifically when it comes to you.”

Rocket points at her, but Gamora tries to play it off with a(half-hearted) shrug. “I can take care of myself.”

“Where’s the fun in that? Let ‘im worry over you, it’s hisway of showing that he cares,” Rocket says. “And the entire d’ast galaxy knows he cares a lot about you.”

Ever since she admitted to feeling the same “unspoken thing”as Peter, things had gotten…a littleweird, specifically within the team. There are a lot of emotions going throughthem at the moment, of course: grief from Yondu, anxiety from Ego, and ageneral need to frantically put all the pieces back together as quickly aspossibly to somehow return to normalcy.

But in a team like theirs, well, normalcy’s practically unheard of.

And, of course, there’s this new thing between her and Peter—thefeelings aren’t new, but the open acknowledgement of them is, as is everyoneelse’s reactions to it—and Gamora’s certain that nobody’s really on the samepage at the moment.

“You two can be pretty nauseating t’be around,” Rocketcontinues, but there’s no hostility or disapproval in his voice. “But, hey, ifyou’re happy.”

Now it’s his turn to shrug, and Gamora can’t help but stare.“You don’t mind Peter and I…?”

She trails off, because she’s not exactly sure what the wordfor it is. Back when it was unspoken,it was just that: wordless, abstract. Now Gamora’s not exactly sure how to makeit spoken, because the first words that come to mind—a relationship, courting,dating, what have you—don’t really seem to fit.

“I’d rather you two acknowledge your sexual tension ratherthan puttin’ the rest of us throughit,” Rocket insists. “Consider it my blessing.”

“I am Groot.”

“Groot also approves,” Rocket explains.

“I am Groot.”

“Whoa, I’m not sure if I’d call it love yet, Groot,” Rocket corrects. Gamora tries to ignore the heatthat rises to her cheeks at Groot’s idea. “They need time t’figure things outbefore they call it love, or whatever.”

“Thank you, Rocket,” Gamora says softly. She pokes Groot’sback with her index finger, looking down at him. “You, too, Groot.”

Groot beams up at her. Rocket scoffs. “Whatever. Just…keepthe d’ast sexual tension—and actual sex—away from the rest of us.”

Before Gamora can reply, Peter calls down to them fromabove. He’s looking down at him through the hole in the ceiling. “There youguys are! I’m coming down!”

“Took ya long enough, asshole!” Rocket calls back as Peterputs on an aero rig and flies down to them.

“Blame Drax,” Peter grumbles, landing beside them. “Herefused to leave without every guard down and no stones left unturned.”

“We didn’t turn any stones!” Drax protests from above.

“Metaphor, Drax!”Peter calls back.

“What a bunch a’idiots,” Rocket mutters, shaking his head.

“Can you and Drax bring the ship over here for anextraction?” Peter asks.

“Yeah, sure, whatever, since you asked so nicely,” Rocket says, activating his aerorig. Gamora hands Groot over to him. As Groot settles on Rocket’s shoulder,Rocket flies up to Drax. “We’ll be back in a few.”

“Hey,” Peter greets, kneeling down beside Gamora. “You okay?”

“Fine,” Gamora responds, just as she had to Rocket. “I’vehad worse.”

“How exactly did this happen?”

“Ask Rocket.”

“Not my fault!” Rocket calls from above.

“Whatever, that doesn’t matter,” Peter dismisses, shakinghis head as he places an arm around Gamora’s shoulders and another under herlegs. “This is already going to be tricky enough.”

Gamora’s a trouper, per usual, simply grunting as Peterhelps her stand up. She leans heavily on him, feeling more disoriented than she’danticipated, but Peter’s got a firm grasp on her.

“Easy, easy,” Peter murmurs when she sways. “Let me justcarry you.”

Part of her wants to object, but she recalls Rocket’sadvice.

Let Peter take care of her.

So she goes along with it—not that she has much willpower toprotest at this point, anyway, because her vision’s swimming, her leg feels justshort of horrible, and…is the room spinning?—and loops her armsaround Peter’s neck. On his count, she manages a small jump to help him lifther legs up into her arms.

“We’ll be back to the ship in no time,” he reassures her,flying up toward the hole. “Then we’re going straight to a doctor.”

She sighs, resting her head against his shoulder. “Thanks.”

“Thanks for being so cooperative,” he teases. “This is a loteasier than I expected.”

“I take back my gratitude,” she quips, rolling her eyes. Shecan hear his laughter from his chest.

“Sure you do,” Peter says sarcastically, landing on theground and walking toward the exit.

Gamora just rolls her eyes, silently appreciating the quiet,private moment. Maybe Rocket had been onto something when he’d suggested herletting Peter do this, letting herself be vulnerable with him; he’sbeen vulnerable with her plenty of times before, so there’s no reason she can’texpect the same from him. This experience leaves her trusting Peter even more.

(Rocket gives surprisingly good advice.)

send me a ship + a number from this **new** list (pls specify if it’s from the new list)!!!!

#starmora #gamora #peter quill #star lord #rocket raccoon #groot #guardians of the galaxy #mcu #fanfiction #tumblr exclusive #anon #LMAO not sure if anyone wanted some gamora/rocket brotp moments but if so #here ya go!!!! #like I said this oneshot kinda had a mind of its own lmao #Anonymous