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mirkwoodshewolf · 2 years

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Drawing chaos; Peter Quill x toddler reader

*Author’s note*

So this comes from @white-wolf-buckaroo who I thank for being sooooo patient with me and I hope this is the continuation you were looking for. After seeing the Groot shorts on Disney+ the Magnum Opus short was BIG inspiration for this fic so I hope you as well as all my readers enjoy this little drabble.

No warnings just some pure, unadulterated fluff. This can be served as a sequel to this story here.

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@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queensdivas

@queen-paladin

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@austynparksandpizza

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It had been four years since the Guardians had found little (Y/n) and to say their lives had changed well—it definitely had its fill of surprises. Like the one time when they were on a mission in Tamaran to stop a Leviathan attack and (Y/n) (who had just started learning how to walk) had gotten out of the ship and while completely and blissfully unaware of the dangers on the planet, walked through the forests of Tamaran and nearly got eaten by an alien plant. Of course Rocket managed to spot her and get her out of there.

Or the time when she was three and her father Peter had to stay behind on a mission because he had injured his arm pretty badly. Though he enjoyed spending time with his daughter, he almost had a heart attack when they were playing a game of hide and seek and he couldn’t find her anywhere. It took over 2 hours of him having a panic attack searching every nook and cranny of the Milano but he couldn’t find her.

Only to have the team come back, yell at him before helping to find her until Gamora saw that she had slipped under Peter’s bed and had fallen asleep. Of course as soon as Peter saw how cute she looked asleep, he couldn’t stay mad at her and took her back to her room (but he did give her a lecture about scaring him like that again).

Now at four years old, (Y/n) could walk and talk and she seemed fully invested in her world of the Milano. She was especially good friends with Groot, or Baby Groot, again. Yep, another incident had made Groot burn up and he had once again become Baby Groot. And of course when you get a baby as mischievous as Baby Groot and a curious toddler like (Y/n) Quill, things can get a bit chaotic.

The Guardians were out cruising through the galaxy when both (Y/n) and Baby Groot had decided to make something for their dads. Together the two of them got the supplies they needed to make their drawings.

They got to lounge room where they had their meals, coffee breaks or wanted to take some time away from the others. (Y/n) and Baby Groot set down their supplies and set down their papers. Groot began to white out the ALFIE comic book cover he had taken from Quill’s collection while (Y/n) was using an old page torn out of a Laskavarian translation book.

Groot then used some glue and placed it not only on the paper but also on the tail hair he had cut from Rocket’s tail. While (Y/n) used her markers to draw her pictures.

“I am Groot.” He said to her.

“No my picture will be better.”

“I am Groot!”

“No mine!” (y/n) stuck her tongue out at Groot before returning to her drawing and Groot back to his. (Y/n) capped her red marker before picking up the green one next and drew the next person she was going to draw. She then looked up to see Groot holding her father’s boot which had his rocket propeller. “Hey that’s daddy! He wouldn’t like you using that.”

“I am Groot.”

“You better or I’m gonna tell on you.”

“I am Groot.” He mumbled before placing the broken shades over his face and activating the rocket boosters and placed it over his picture to draw off the glue. After a while their pictures were almost done when Groot got the idea for how to get glitter.

He placed one of Rocket’s makeshift bombs on top of a green glittering hard drive Groot had pulled from the ship and then took him and (Y/n) out of the room with the detonator.

“I am Groot.”

“No I wanna push it.”

“I am Groot!”

“You can push it.”

“I am Groot.”

“No you push it.”

“I. Am. Groot.”

“Okay, I will.” She had tricked him thanks to an old gag she had seen on a cartoon show. Groot gawked at her then pouted as she hovered her finger over the big red button before she pressed it and the room exploded loudly. After the smoke cleared and the massive wave og glitter than shot out of the room had fallen to the floor, the two kids raced back inside with their pictures to use the glitter as they saw fit.

Suddenly Groot almost tripped over a large hole that had been made in the ground by the bomb.

“Uh-oh.” Said (y/n). Groot pondered before racing over to the cabinet drawers and pulled out a roll of duct tape. He raced back over and pulled apart the tape and together the two kids tried to patch the hole up before anybody noticed.

Walking through the hallway was Quill as he looked around with both a curious but worried look. All day he hadn’t been able to find (y/n) and he knew she wasn’t playing another game of hide and seek. For one thing she hadn’t finished her lunch which was odd because (much like her dad) she never leaves food behind.

He came into the engine room where Rocket was doing some repairs to the control panels that had been acting up and glitching on his side of the ship, preventing him from taking control of the ship when he wanted to.

“Hey Rocket.” Peter called out. Rocket peeked out from the floor and lifted up his goggles holding both a hammer and blowtorch in each hand.

“What do you want Quill? Can’t you see I’m very busy fixing up my ship.”

“Uhh first of all it’s my ship. And second, you hadn’t seen (Y/n) or Groot around have you?”

“I’ve been down here doing repairs Quill, hadn’t seen hair nor twig of em.”

“Well I haven’t either and I’m starting to get worried.”

“Alright, alright. If it’ll keep your pants on, let’s see if we can’t find them.” Rocket said lifting himself up from the floor, set down his tools and took the goggles off.

The two of them walked along the hallways when they felt the room shake as well as the big boom that sounded off.

“Oh no.” they both said worriedly as they both took off running. As they turned left, they saw that the room that lead into the lounge area had gone up in smoke and the fire alarm was blaring off. “Groot! (Y/n)!”

“(Y/n) can you hear me!?” Peter called out.

“Groot are you dead!!” Rocket exclaimed as they looked around frantically for both their children only to look down at the floor to see them both completely fine as they continued to patch up the hole with duct tape. “Oh there you two are. Wait are-are those the ship’s fuel rods?!” Peter gawked as he pointed out the entire destruction in his ship.

“And how did the walls collapse like that and why is everything on fire!? And more importantly what smells like something died in here?!”

“Wait a minute is that….” Rocket sniffed the air before bending down and picked up the purple soap bar. “Drax’s soap?”

“He’s been bothering me looking for that thing, won’t shut up about it.” Peter said. The two parental figures then turned to the kids and Rocket scolded them both.

“Kids, why does it look like a bomb went off in here?” As Baby Groot pulled on the roll of tape he said.

“I am Groot?”

“Don’t give me that boldface lie. There’s no way this was a gas leak!” Rocket reprimanded him. Peter crossed his arms over his chest before looking to (Y/n).

“(Y/n) Meredith Quill, give me the truth or it’s no music for a week.”

“We used the-the bomb for the glitter.” She said.

“WHAT!? How did-Rocket I told you to keep your bombs out of reach of the kids!!”

“Hey don’t you put this on my Quill!”

“You’re the one leaving bombs easily available for the kids to get to! Who else am I gonna blame!?”

“How bout the two gremlins who caused the explosion in the first place!?!?” the two of them looked down at the kids who were now looking down shamefully at their pictures. “Now don’t you two think you’re getting out of this by being cute.” Rocket scolded.

“He’s right. What you two did was completely dangerous and unsafe! You could’ve been hurt or worse killed!” the two kids looked at each other before holding up their pictures.

“What? What’s this more trash? Better be a written apology.” Rocket said as he took Groot’s picture while Peter took (y/n)’s. Rocket pulled out a pair of glasses and set them along his muzzle as he looked at the picture. “Huh this is….hmm…..wow this is, this is pretty cool. Oh this is very nice!”

“Let me see.” Rocket showed Peter Groot’s picture to see that it was all of them together with Groot encompassing his arms around his friends and family. “Wait why am I crying in the picture?”

“Cause you’re always a crybaby Quill. Face it, you whine more than these two do.”

“I do not!” Peter whined. Rocket raised his brow with an expression that said, ‘really?’ Peter grumbled before clearing his throat and said. “Well at least my baby girl sees her father for what he truly is. BAM! Top that!” Peter then turned over (Y/n)’s picture.

She had drawn each of the Guardians in a way she always remembers them. Her and her dad dancing to music, her aunt Gamora’s hugs, climbing onto uncle Drax’s shoulders pretending he’s a mountain, and Rocket along with Groot (in his current state) with machines.

“Hmm. Impressive job there kid. Even though I still disagree with how you drew your old man.” Rocket ruffled (y/n)’s hair. “We’re gonna have to get these two pictures framed, maybe even put them on top of the refrigerator.”

“You really like them?”

“Of course squirt, you and Groot did a pretty good job on each of your pictures.”

“I am Groot?” Peter and Rocket looked at each other before Peter said.

“As long as no one was hurt, I guess we can’t really fault you guys. Besides Rocket can fix this up.”

“WHAT!?!?”

“Your bombs, your mess. C’mon kiddo.” Peter picked (y/n) up and they walked back to their shared bed quarters.

As promised, Peter managed to find an old picture frame that he had kept and placed the picture inside and sealed it up before setting it right by the bed.

“There. Perfect spot for it.”

“Perfect spot for it.” (y/n) repeated which made Peter chuckle softly as he ruffled his daughter’s head. “You know baby girl, that was pretty unsafe of what you and Groot did, I thought something bad had happened to you.”

“I sorry daddy. Just wanted to make the picture more prettyful.” She softly said.

“I know. But next time don’t follow Groot’s instructions on using bombs to make glitter. At this stage Groot’s a little psychopath.”

“What’s a psychopath?” she asked mispronouncing the word but Peter understood what she was saying.

“Well….it’s a person who doesn’t understand right from wrong and makes bad choices everytime. Which is something I don’t want you doing promise me okay?”

“I promise daddy.”

“That’s my girl. Now go to sleep.”

“Will you sing for me?”

“Of course. Which song shall it be tonight?”

“My song! My song! My song!” she cheered as she got under the covers.

“Alright, alright, alright calm down. Get settled in and I’ll sing it.” Once he tucked her in, Peter softly began to sing ‘Ooh child’, the very song she’s always loved ever since he officially adopted her what felt like a short time ago.

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fannyspammy · 1 year

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Butterflies

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: Adam has never felt the way he feels when he’s with you.

Warnings: none ! just a lotta fluff on fluff on fluff hehe hence the cheesy title. There aren’t really spoilers i think unless you count the location maybe? Idk it’s pretty general imo

A/N: watched gotg 3 twice over the weekend & im obsesseddd with this man lol. Might make this a series of firsts with Adam if yall would read it 👀 lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters!

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He was built like a man — perfect in every way with his chiseled body & god-like strength — but he had the innocence of a child. And y/n loved that about him. He was the purest person she knew, embracing every new experience & every new discovery with such wonder. And she loved that she got to share so many firsts with him.

Y/n always smiled to herself when she remembered the first time he told her he had feelings for her. Or tried to, at least.

They were sitting in silence on a roof in Knowhere, people-watching. They’d come there every afternoon since meeting after the defeat of the High Evolutionary. Having lived in Knowhere with the Guardians before the attack (his attack, ironically), y/n knew all the spots for when you needed a moment alone, & when they’d met, she could tell he was someone who needed that space to just be.

So she introduced him to her spot, & they’d been coming ever since. But Nebula had needed their help with a few tasks that afternoon, so their daily retreat was pushed later into the evening. By this time, the community was out in the streets, dancing & playing & having fun. Music & laughter filled the air, & the faint scent of liquor presented itself as everyone began to drink the night away. It was getting late & y/n was getting tired, so she scooted closed & rested her head on his shoulder.

Y/n felt him tense at the initial contact, before quickly relaxing and melting into it, laying his head on hers. After a couple minutes he spoke.

“Y/n, I… feel something.. when I’m with you.”

She looked up at him without moving from her position, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Hm?”

“Something.. warm. Tingly? I-I don’t really- how do I- it’s hard to explain…”

Y/n giggled at his flustered attempt to explain himself.

Adam sighed & tried again. “I.. care about you. A lot. But it’s different from the way I cared about my mother. Or Blurp. Like, I want to be with Blurp all the time & hug him & cuddle him, and I want to do the same with you, but in a different way. But I can’t explainhowit’sdifferentitjustknowthatits-”

“Adam!” y/n said with a laugh, stopping his rambling. She lifted her head from its resting place to look at him, amused. “Slow down!”

“See! When you smile at me like that I feel it!”

Y/n bit her lip to restrain the smile spreading across her face, her brows furrowed in thought.

“Can I try something?” She asked. Adam nodded.

“Do you feel it when I do this?” Y/n gently brushed a lock of hair away from his face. He nodded again, slower.

“What about.. this?” Y/n brought her hand down to his shoulder & dragged it down slowly to rest on his chest. She felt his heartbeat quicken.

“I feel it more now.”

Using her other hand, she grabbed his arm to raise it between them, and then placed her hand on his, gently interlacing their fingers. “This?”

His heartbeat quickened again and he nodded. A curious smile spread over his lips.

“I feel it right in my stomach.. almost like it’s.. like it’s fluttering. Like-”

“Butterflies.” Y/n said, finishing his sentence.

Adam nodded again, excitedly, like she’d just solved a puzzle he’d been stuck on for days. “Like butterflies!”

Y/n leaned in closer, resting their intertwined hands in his lap. “Adam, you like me,” she said with a teasing smile on her lips.

“Well yeah, you know I like you. I like most people. Except the ones I need to fight, which used to be you & our friends but now I like you guys.”

She chuckled and pressed her head against the nook of his neck, back resting on his chest, pulling his arm around her, fingers still locked together.

“No, Adam. I mean you like like me. Like, romantically.” She tapped his torso with her free hand. “That’s why you feel all warm and gooey inside when you’re with me, or when I touch you. You having feelings for me. Romantic feelings.”

“Romantic…,” he whispered to himself, then paused shortly. “Do you like me too? In the romantic way?”

Y/n felt his chest tense as his breathing hitched, anticipating her answer. He may not understand his feelings yet, but he knew he wanted her to feel the same way. She squeezed his hand softly in reassurance.

“Mhmm. I like you a lot.”

He eased beneath her & then was quiet for a moment, as if deep in thought, processing the new feeling he had just discovered.

Then he held her tighter, and she felt him smile as she melted into his embrace.

“I like liking you. It feels nice.”

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five-hxrgreeves · 11 months

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im dYIIIINGGGG with the adam warlock x quill sister! when he calls her 'little quill'??? with that accent of his??? so soft and husky??? im screaming at my phone dude aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i need part iii right freaking now!!!

PAIRING: adam warlock & fem! quill’s sister!reader

POWERS: adapted from D.C.'s Stargirl, although in this instance, the powers are a part of you and the staff just helps you use them.

WC: 1.9k (woo a shorter one this time!)

SUMMARY: your first meeting with Adam wasn't one that indicated that you'd become friends anytime soon. Your second meeting. . . wasn't great either. But, somewhere along the line, you would develop a soft spot for the curious man-child.

WARNINGS: slight gotg three spoilers, badly written original fight scene, possibly ooc canon!guardians.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: OMG!!! This is my first-ever inbox message- thank you, anon! You made my day with this <3 I love Adam's/Will's accent; I definitely hope that we get to see (and hear) more of him in other Marvel movies. As requested, here's part three (even if it's technically part zero, lol.) I do take requests if anyone wants to send me stuff! (I just won't write smut, sorry!)

I hope you guys enjoy this part, although I'm not very confident about it since I'm terrible at writing fight scenes. It's hard enough for me to imagine original content (like the other two parts) but scenes where people move around a lot without the movie itself to rely on are very difficult for me because my mind doesn't think in pictures, but in words and I don't know how to describe fighting. I'm sorry if this isn't as good as the other parts. 😭

And on a side note, the 'no shit, Captain Sherlock' is another reference to space people messing up Terran lingo :)

Part 1 , Part 2

You were admittedly not in the best mood when you first (officially) met Adam. Peter and Mantis had left only days ago, leaving you to sort out your feelings alone. You were currently in the training room, fueling your sadness into anger at their abandonment. You often used your powers to aid you while you were fighting, but they weren’t much use during everyday life— unless you wanted to fly. Now, however, they were very useful.

Brilliant blasts of golden light shot out from the staff that your hands gripped tightly. While your powers could be used without aid, the staff helped you control them; Ego had made it for you when you’d become old enough to serve as his protector. Although you were disgusted with the weapon’s origins, you couldn’t help but agree that it made your fighting much more effective.

Each of your blasts hit the targets squarely in the middle as you turned deftly to conquer the row. A scowl was prominent on your face as you pictured each of your targets as Peter’s or Mantis’ face. (While you would never really want to hurt them, of course, the sting of their desertion fueled your thoughts.) You were listening to a playlist by the Rage Against the Machine— which you had chosen solely because of the band’s name as it mirrored your feelings. The music that was blasting in your ears was so loud that, if someone had been standing next to you, they could have heard the lyrics as if they were wearing your headphones themselves.

As you moved up and down the line of targets, you were unaware of the audience of three that had entered the room. Groot, Rocket and Adam stopped by the entrance to watch you unleash your fury against whatever enemy you were envisioning. The new leader of the Guardians gestured to you. “There. See? I told you she’s nice.”

Adam hesitated, clearly uncertain. “She looks mad.”

“I am Groot,” Groot agreed.

“Shut up,” Rocket retorted, glaring slightly at the tree who was supposed to be helping his case. “She won’t hurt goldie. You’ve already seen her bad side, haven’t you? This is nuthin’.”

The golden boy had to admit that Rocket was right; he remembered only too well his first encounter with you as you’d jumped in to help your friends fight off his unexpected attack.

He’d just defeated the stupid tree-like thing and as it scuttled away like a demented spider, the faint sound of a whistle pierced through the air. An arrow shot out of nowhere, harmlessly bouncing off his skin and only annoying him more than anything else. He looked around sharply, but there didn’t seem to be anyone brave enough to fight him in the vicinity. “Hey! Who threw that?”

He scoffed when there was no answer, stalking towards where he’d last seen his target. But before he could get very far, a force came out of nowhere— this time much stronger than an errant arrow. It knocked him off his feet like a bullet and together they were sent flying through the town, which elicited more cries of fear from the citizens.

He landed harshly against a building that got in the way and debris fell on top of him from the force of the collision. Adam grunted irritably; this was the second time during this fight that his enemy thought that throwing him into a building would be enough to deter his attack— didn’t they ever learn? He stood and shook the dust off his clothes before he strode back out to the street to face this new opponent. Except— it wasn’t the same blue person from before.

The golden boy stared at the other person with disbelief, the only thing that he could come up with was: “you’re a girl!”

She scoffed. “Yeah, no shit, Captain Sherlock.” She twirled the staff in her hands expertly between her fingers before she set the butt down on the ground. It glowed softly as it lit up with her power, her face set. “Let’s do this thing.”

Adam had no qualms about fighting a girl, so they charged at each other without hesitation. He thought she’d be as easy to take down as her teammates but when they collided, she merely used her staff as a shield against his attack. They paced across the open space as they exchanged blows, the girl using her staff offensively and defensively interchangeably. As she flipped neatly out of the way of one of his advances, he began to see how evenly matched they were.

“You are stalling,” he realized. “If you just hand over your friend, we would not have to fight.”

The girl paused, flicking some of her hair out of her eyes. “Oh. Well, in that case—”

She charged at him again, her staff catching on his uniform. She followed him into the air and her swift kick to his stomach sent him tumbling away from her. It was then that he realized that she could fly— just like him— and that was what had powered her initial attack. In the time it took for him to recover from the spin, a blast of golden light was sent his way. Because of his more durable skin, though, the light only felt like volts of electricity rather than something that could do actual damage. The most effective part of her power was the blast itself, which he had to fight through to get closer to her.

Now that he knew where her power came from, he made to attack her staff in order to knock it out of her hands. She seemed to sense his plan— Adam figured most people she fought went this route— and she countered this by trying to fly above him to push him towards the ground. He responded by grabbing the staff in her hands directly while she was mid-swing. The girl was tiring slightly, her breath becoming shorter as the fight went on and she was now on the defensive.

She tried to yank her staff loose from his hold but as evenly matched as they were, he was still stronger. The girl then attempted to shake him off by lighting the staff up with her power. If he hadn’t been such a strong opponent, the golden light would have burned through his hands. As it was, the little volts were barely something that he registered. While he could have easily swung the staff to send her flying off the end and into the ground, he held back the true show of his strength as she didn’t seem to be as resilient as the two blue people or the tree.

Instead, he tried once more for the diplomatic route: “you have fought valiantly for your little friend. If you surrender him to me now I will leave your village in peace.”

The girl’s eyes narrowed with fury as she continued to fight to free her weapon. “Go to hell!”

Adam sighed, having partially expected that response. “Very well. Have it your way, then.”

He smoothly jerked the staff from her grasp and carelessly tossed it to send the weapon spiraling towards the ground. He turned back towards the girl to finish her off as he had her teammates, but he paused. She seemed to hang, suspended, in the air as time appeared to freeze around her. Her eyes widened and, for the first time since he’d encountered her, a look of fear appeared on her face.

Then, she dropped like a stone.

They were very high off the ground by this point and the fall would likely kill a normal being. He wasn’t sure if she would survive, so his reflexes kicked in before he could really think about what he was doing.

By now, the shock had worn off and she fell through the air, she reached up to him as he was the only person who could help her. Adam put on a spurt of speed to try and catch her but she was falling faster than he had anticipated. The girl slammed into the ground and lay still just as he landed next to her. He told himself that saving her wasn’t his mission, and her incapacitation only made obtaining his goal easier. His mother’s orders echoed in his mind, so against his instinct he turned away from her in pursuit of the squirrel.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, startling you. You whirled around with your staff in a defensive position only to be met with the sight of your teammates. With a sigh, you pulled out one earbud but didn’t pause your music.

“What?” you asked shortly.

“Don’t you take that tone with me, Little Quill. I’m ya superior now,” Rocket replied, unaffected by your attitude. “I wanted you to meet golden boy here.”

You gave Adam a once-over, ignoring how the sight of his. . . attractive features made your stomach curl pleasantly. “Yeah. We’ve met.”

The boy in question shifted uncomfortably, feeling once again ashamed of his previous actions. Before he could say anything, Rocket spoke again, adjusting the straps of his jumpsuit as he did so: “well, I ain’t great with humie ages, but I figured ya’d be about the same. I thought it might boost team morale to see ya two hangin’ out together or whatever humies your age do.”

While your first response was to dismiss the whole endeavor— you didn’t want to get close to someone else just to have them leave you, too— but a small, traitorous part of your mind whispered: he saved your brother. Another part chimed in: he’s not bad to look at.

“Fine,” you grumbled. “He can stay, but he better not get in my way. I’m not stopping my training because of him.”

“That’s the spirit, Little Quill,” your captain said, choosing to not acknowledge your reluctance. “I’ll leave ‘im in your hands. Let’s go, Groot.”

As you shoved the earbud back in your ear, you could faintly hear Adam’s protest: “wait! You’re not leaving me here, are you?”

While Rocket’s reply was drowned out by your music, the boy’s words hit you unexpectedly; it sounded just like your response to Peter’s and Mantis’ disinclination to stay with the Guardians. Some of your anger faded as you glanced at the boy who stood awkwardly in your periphery. Despite all of his strength and power, Adam looked a bit like a lost puppy and his expression made your features soften against your will. Fine. Whatever. It wouldn’t kill you to be nice.

You took out an earbud again. “Well, don’t just stand there. I know you can fight, so let’s see you use those skills.”

At the reminder of your first encounter, he sent you a guilty look. As he stepped up next to you, he said quietly, “I’m sorry about that, by the way. For almost killing you.”

You patted him on the arm companionably. “Hey, no hard feelings. You’re not the first and you certainly won’t be the last, so just add your name to the list.”

All of the Guardians had forgiven him with surprising readiness and it seemed like you were no different— only, you were. His gaze stayed on the spot where your hand had touched him. There was a lingering warmth as if your hand was still there, the sensation sending tingles (not unlike the ones that he felt during your blasts of power) through him.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 8 months

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HEY BBG !! so happy u took that break and that ur requests are open nowww

so ive been wanting to tell u abt this dream i had with peter quill (of course i mean..who else) and turn it into a request!

its like after the holiday special and before gotg vol 3 where maybe reader was just cruising around knowhere before these cute lil kiddos come up to reader like "mx. ___, come play with us! we need one more player for our game" and it took them some time to actually convince reader and theyre finally like "alright alright" so they play a game with em

and just so the cliché and cheezy can come in, peter is also just walkin around yk, seeing what ppl doing, and boom 🤯🤯 the skrunkly sees reader playing with the kids

very cute n sweet best dream ive probably ever had, hopefully you can write this soon! I also dearly apologise for coming to you with peter requests only. I only feel comfy requesting things to you 💔

have a great week/end !!

-🪐

HI BBG!! I really hope I did this right, I felt pressure to write it as best as I could for to live up to your dream. also never apologise, I love that I can always rely on you to send in quill requests. and you’re so sweet, again I love that send ideas to me😩 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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play ball

peter quill x gn reader

word count: 409

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"Can you play with us?" a small, child-like voice asks, interrupting you from your thoughts.

"Me?" you question, pointing to yourself as you glance around the quiet, empty park.

"Yeah," another kid adds, rolling the ball towards his friend.

"I'm not very good," you say, slowly turning your attention away.

"Please?"

"No one ever wants to play with us," a little girl joins in, frowning at you.

"Just for a few minutes," one of the children pleads, giving you puppy eyes.

You had a swarm of kids badgering you to join in with their ball game, and it was only a matter of time before they could wear you down.

"Alright, alright," you exhale, standing from the bench where you were comfortably seated. "What're we playing anyway?" you ask, looking around at their mischievous faces.

"We can't tell you."

"And why's that?"

"The last time we had an adult, we..." a kid trails off, pausing.

"You what?" you ask, eyes squinting.

"We accidentally hurt him," he said bashfully.

"Hurt him?"

"Yeah, we threw the ball at him too hard."

"Yeah," another joins in.

"It was an accident, though— we didn't mean it."

"We said 'sorry,'"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Filling me with great confidence, kids,"

"We won't hurt you,"

—

After a while of playing and following their impossible, make-it-up-as-you-go-along rules, you were tired and in desperate need of a break. So you excuse yourself back to your bench, except now, there's someone in your space.

"Do you mind if I sit?" you ask, nodding to the empty seat beside the man.

"Sure, go ahead," he nods, crossing his ankle over his knee. "Those kids tire you out?" he asks, making friendly conversation.

"Big time," you laugh, holding your side. "And they're not even mine."

"No, no, I know. I just know from experience," he chuckles, turning to face you. "Last time I played, I got kicked in the nuts."

"You did?" you fail to hide your laugh. "They can pretty rough."

"Tell me about it," he rolls up his sleeve, extending his arm. "Also got bitten."

You look over his forearm to see the outline of a bitemark, a small circle of faint pink that was sure to form into a scar.

"You got bitten? I didn't think I'd consider myself lucky," you chuckle, looking ahead at the kids who are now tackling one another. "Wild little things."

"That they are," he says, smiling at you. "I'm Peter."

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randomperson1me · 3 years

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daughter?

plot: Yondu finds out he has a daughter thats missing after the kree killed her mother, aka his past lover

info: reader has wings and red eyes like yondu, tw for swearing and death. M/N means mothers name and F/C means favourite colour

Yondu played the message again as he walked away from the house of his past lover, The kree had gotten to her before he could save her. She had sent him a message of how she was being hunted and she needed him to take care of their daughter, the daughter he never knew he had. He didn't know what he was more angry about, M/N not telling him about his daughter, or the fact that the kree stole the arrow necklace that he had given her before he left.

So here he was, walking through the woods of M/N's home planet to find his daughter who he didn't even know if she knew he was alive. He was about to call the girls name when he saw the kree in the distance, and what he saw made his blood boil. Three kree men stood around a young girl who was around 13, she had a chain around her neck that one of the kree was holding, and two more on her wings, she desperately tried to fly away but they'd just laugh and pull her back so she'd fall to the ground, her red eyes filled with tears as she tried to escape.

Yondu let out a loud whistle and his arrow went right into the kree's head. The girl looked up in fear and desperately tried to get the chain off her. Yondu felt his heart skip a beat as he saw the arrow necklace that he had given M/N on her neck.

" Calm down girlie, Hold still" Yondu told her roughly making her stand still. He took a lock pick out of his pocket and jabbed it into the lock of the chain, after a few seconds of moving it around the chain unlocked itself and he took it off her. The girls hand instantly flew to the necklace but yondu caught her hand. " Where'd ya get that?" He asked, referring to the necklace.

" My mother gave it to me, she said my dad will know its me when he sees me cause of it" She told him. He chuckled. " Nah the wings slightly gave it away" He told her. Y/N's eyes widened. " Wait your-? " She asked. " Yep, now lets get these shitty things off ya" He said as he took the chains off her wings. The girl moved her wings a bit as soon as the chains came off.

" Ya hurt?" He asked. The girl shook his head. "Good, c'mon.. we got a lot of talking to do. " He said as he walked back to the ship, the girl following beside him with a smile.

authors note: Hope you like it! if you would like to see more of my writing my request are open! I do a lot of fandoms so check the pinned message on my page.

#y/n #yondu udonta #yondu imagine #daughter reader #x reader #guardians of the galaxy 2 #yondu #child reader #peter quill #marvel #fanfic #kraglin obfonteri #gotg vol 2 #marvel fanfic rec #yondudaughter #yonduxchildreader #yonduxteenreader #fatherfigure

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reading-hub · 4 years

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Follow the Stars 🛸 [prologue]

Guardians Of The Galaxy/Child Reader

A eight-year old tarren was abducted two years ago.

Being raised by a retired, rich bounty hunter, she had to learn to take things using her quick-little hands.

Although she was gaining respect from kids on Knowhere, deep down she knew there was something more out there…

And just her luck, she finds herself in a quarrel of returning space misfits that consist of a weird guy, green bean, grey destroy man, a loudmouth teddy bear, and lovable woodman. Let the Dennis the Menace hijinks ensue....

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You hated your parents. Granted that hate was one-sided.

Due to your young age, they never took you seriously on anything. You were only six years old at the time, and they already decided what your future would-be, while not even asking what you wanted. It was stupid.

All this talk about growing up and working was overwhelming you. Not to mention you didn’t have any siblings to really talk to about this, troubles of being the only child. It was tiresome, you just wanted to get away from them.

So you tried, many times.

But every time you did, they always found you. Which always frustrated you to no end, and they took your sign of running away as if it was no big deal. Like some kind of ongoing joke for them!

This went on and on until your birthday came along….

Your birthday was supposed to be special, but something went wrong.

They forgot about your birthday.

And to add more salt on the wound, due to your parents forgetting, they realized they were working late that day!

As last-minute forgiveness, they brought in your grandma to babysit you, to make it seem you weren’t alone on your birthday. But it only made it worse. You felt hurt and alone that day.

You wanted to be alone. So you left home, running off as far as you can go. Your grandma not even realizing you left, and just assumed you were in your room.

You ran as fast as you could, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, your throat hurting as a result.

Your feet were getting tired, and you were already out of breath. This gave you a moment to stop and look at your surroundings.

All you saw around you was empty fields of grass, and how close it was getting dark. You felt cold and a little afraid of your surroundings. You had no clue where you were, and no idea which path brought you here. It was like you were in an entirely different place from your own home…

You paced back in forth around the open field, a string of nervous emotion was getting the better of you...

Suddenly, a giant ray of light came over you. You covered and squinted your eyes as best you could, the light was beaming down you. Just what was this??! A helicopter? You had no idea in all your wildest dreams just what you were looking at!

You tried your best to look closely at it, but all the bright light made it useless for you to even try to get a good look at it.

You suddenly felt dizzy, your own body felt heavy to even stand up.

Knees were getting wobbly and you felt a strange vibration coursing through your body.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You gave in all temptations and let yourself go. Collapsing on the dead grass beneath you. The last thing you saw through your half-lidded eyes was just a bright light and a strange ship of some kind lowering itself on to you…..

#guardians of the galaxy #platonic #child reader #young reader #gotg x reader #gotg #peter quill #gamora #drax #rocket raccoon #groot #drax the destroyer #guardians of the galaxy x reader #hubbywritings #marvel/reader #marvel x reader

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jiejie-eonni-onee-sama · 3 years

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📖Masterlist📖

Here, you can find all the imagines I wrote.

💌 = Request

🎁 = Gift

🔎Sherlock (BBC)

Save your tears... (Mycroft X Male!Reader) 🎁

🩸Hannibal (NBC)

I don’t want to wake up from you (Will X Fem!Reader) 💌

Maneater (Hannibal X Male!Reader) (TW: Mentions of smut and violence) 🎁

An hurricane in my kitchen (Will X Fem!Reader) 💌

Papa, don’t preach... (Hannibal & Fem!Reader X Will Graham) 💌

🐺Teen Wolf

Beware the alpha! (Derek Hale X Male!Reader) 💌

🦸‍♂️MCU (Avengers, X-Men, GOTG, Fantastic Four, Agents of SHIELD, Agent Carter...)

You’re my sunshine (Helmut Zemo & Male!Reader) 🎁

🔦Criminal Minds

I’ll be brave for you... (Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🦸‍♀️DCEU (Justice League, BVS, Suicide Squad, Birds of Prey, Titans, The Flash, Arrow...)

Play me me like a violin (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Sweet but psycho (Roman Sionis X Male!Reader) (TW: Violence) 🎁

Sending my love to you... (Roman Sionis X Fem!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Miss Independent... (Victor Zsasz X Fem!Reader) 🎁

The only one I need (Roman Sionis X Fem!Reader) 💌

War of the fathers, peace of the sons (Zsasmask and Male!OC & Maxwell Lord and Male!OC) 🎁

Who’s laughing now? (Joker VS Fem!Reader & Harley Quinn) (TW: Swearing & Violence) 🎁

Primal fears... (Zsaszmask and Male!OC & Maxwell Lord and Male!OC) 🎁

💥Inglourious Basterds

Innocents don’t shed blood (Donny X Fem!Reader) 💌

Speaking her language (Wilhelm Wicki X Fem!Reader) 💌

Severed blood ties (Hans Landa & Male!Reader) 🎁

We’re in heaven (Hugo Stiglitz X Fem!Reader) 💌

The Apache and The Comedian (Aldo Raine X Male!Reader) 💌

Let her be mine and mine alone... (Hans Landa & Fem!Reader x Omar Ulmer) 💌

Amour à la française (Aldo Raine X Fem!Reader!) 💌

There’s no mountain high enough... (Wilhelm Wicki X Fem!Reader & Child!OC) 🎁

You better run... (FemaleOC! & The Basterds) 🎁🎃

Run to you... (Donny Donowitz X Fem!Reader) 💌

Birthday Girl (Aldo Raine X Fem!Reader) 💌🎁

All against odds (Wilhelm Wicki X Male!Reader) 🎁

🗼Pacific Rim/Kong: Skull Island/Godzilla

Written in the stars (Nate Lambert X Fem!Reader) 🎁

😈Lucifer

An unholy seduction (Lucifer X Male!Reader) 💌

My mama is the best man in the universe (Lucifer and Male!Spirit!OC) (Father-son relationship) 💌

😇Good Omens

My boyfriend is back (Crowley X Demon!Fem!Reader) 💌

🤵Kingsman: The Secret Service

Too old for her? (Harry Hart X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🔮Harry Potter

Love is like a tornado (Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader) 💌

It’s just the price I pay (Hermione Granger X Male!Reader) 🎁

Falling (in love)... (Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader) 💌

🔥The Witcher

The deepest soul (Geralt X Mermaid!Fem!Reader) 💌

Music is my way to say I love you (Jaskier X Fem!Reader) (AU) 💌

Put your wings on me (Jaskier X Fae!Fem!Reader) 💌

Love song... (Jaskier X Bard!Fem!Reader) 💌

I will find you (Jaskier X Fem!Reader) 💌

💣James Bond Movies

Velvet Tango (James Bond X Fem!Reader) 💌

You targeted my heart (James Bond X Fem!Reader) 💌

Sugar Boy... (James Bond X Male!Reader) 💌

Don’t worry child... (Gareth Mallory & Male!OC) 🎁

In my arms... (James Bond X Male!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Like a porcelain doll... (Ernst Stavro Blofeld & Fem!OC) 🎁

Unconditionally... (Gareth Mallory X Fem!Reader) 🎁

Come what may (Gareth Mallory X Male!OC) 🎁

No more secrets (00Q X Male!OC) 💌

I care for you (Gareth Mallory X Fem!Reader) 💌

🏹Shadowhunters

🪔Merlin (BBC)

For my king (Arthur X Fem!Reader) 🎁

Under your spell (Merlin X Fem!Reader) 💌

🎭Prodigal Son

Mystery Girl (Malcolm Bright X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🤴The Crown

I’d put a crown at your feet... (Philip X Male!Reader) (Part I) 💌

All Hail to my king (Philip X Male!Reader) (Part 2) 💌

Give us a chance (Charles X Male!OC) 💌

A royal affair (Margaret X Male!OC) 🎁

🦇Gotham

The art of seduction (Oswald Cobblepot X Fem!Reader) 💌

🧙‍♂️The Lord of The Rings/The Hobbit

The King’s precious gem (Thranduil X Male!Reader) 💌

💀Pirates of the Caribbean

Something fishy... (Jack Sparrow X Fem!Reader) 💌

As wild as the sea... (James Norrington X Fem!Reader) 🎁

⭐Star Wars (Episode I to IX, The Mandalorian...)

Silent words, loud gestures... (Din Djarin X Fem!Reader) 💌

⚽Football (France NT, different players...)

The player & the writer (Antoine Griezmann X Male!Reader) 💌

My only one (Lucas Paquetá X Fem!Reader) 💌

If you are interested and you wanted a tailored story, please read the rules before requesting!

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“Can you do a Rocket x reader (GOTG) where the reader is like Gamora and Nebula’s sister and Rocket is basically an ass to her (it’s cause he has a crush on her lol). Can it be like reader risks her life for him and he gets mad and rants to her before he just confesses?”

You had been with the guardians for a few months, and everyone had embraced you (only because Gamora had threatened them) but there was one group member that had hated you since you had joined, rocket, you were baffled at what you had done to upset him. You walked in to, what you would call dining room, but as soon as you did rocket stormed out murmuring something about “needing bigger weapons”. “What was that about?” Gamora quizzes “I don’t know but I think I did something wrong” you sigh with you face still scrunched up in confusion. “Everyone come up I think I’ve found it” quills voice echo off the metal walls.

The team step out of the ship to see this massive pale pink/purple alien octopus smashing everything in its way. Everyone split up and circled it. Gamora was slashing down its back, Peter was flying in its face shooting at it and rocket was settting up his gun that put any other gun to shame. One of the tentacles flung peter out of its face and swung round to try to squash rocket, you ran as fast as your legs could take you and pushed him out of the way just as the tentacles wrapped around your foot. Rocket shot repeatedly at he beast. You was getting light headed, hanging upside down for at least five minuets being swung round like you were nothing.

The monster dropped you and it felt like you were falling down the rabbit hole. Black dots evaded you vision and the the last thing you remember was rocket telling you to stay awake. The lights were blinding, you tried to move but there was a searing pain through your whole body. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!,” It was rocket, he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“YOU NEARLY DIED, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” “I-i” you croaked out, “hold on, don’t try to speak, I’ll get you some water” his face that was crimson with all the blood rushing to his face was now full of worry. He held a glass up to your mouth helping you to drink. He put the glass down. Now that you had a drink his face was once more contorted into anger “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! I WAS WRIPPED APART AND PUT BACK TO GETHER AGAIN AND AGAIN AND YOU FALLING WAS THE WORST PAIN IVE FELT IN YEARS. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!”

“ I’m sorry I only did it so that you would forgive me” “why would I need to forgive you?” His tone was soft as if he was talking to a child. “ I don’t know, you have been nothing but bitter to me so I thought I had done something to upset you because you are always joking and messing around with Quill but as soon as I walk in, your like a grumpy old man.”

“Oh, I didn’t realise I made you feel that way, I was trying to be cold to you so that i could convince myself that I didn’t have feelings for you, but I see now that wasn’t going to work, please forgive me y/n” “of course, I’m just glad you like me back” you whisper opening you arms to him, he curls into your side, resting his head against your hip. “Are you sure you like me? I’m a Brocken, tortured trash panda” “ but you are my Brocken, trash panda, and I will do everything in my power to show you how great you are, if you let me of course” you counter. “Of course”. ————————- I hope this is ok, I’m not sure about the ending though. Requests are open! @juju-the-bear

#rocket x reader #guardians of the galaxy imagines #rocket imgines #flufff #gotg imagine

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 4 years

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the simple things

Guardians x Reader

Summary: a purely self-indulgent reader-insert version of (most of) the guardians’ first encounter. (some dialogue lifted straight from gotg).

Characters/Pairings: reader, rocket raccoon, peter quill, groot, gamora

Warnings: minor language, violence.

Word Count: 2,160

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“Xandarians. What a bunch of losers.” Rocket declared, eyes on the monitor in his paws. “All of them in a big hurry to get from somethin’ stupid, to nothin’ at all. Pathetic.”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, leaning back on your hands comfortably. You were sitting on the edge of the fountain in the city square, face turned upwards to catch the day’s warmth on your skin. After two weeks in that shitty commuter ship the three of you had hitched a ride on a few planets over, you were completely content to relax and enjoy the sunlight, but Rocket had these crazy notions about getting paid. He’d spent the entire journey talking about making a score, and you’d spent just as much time wishing for the iPod you’d left on Terra those years back. You liked a payday just as much as he did, but you were really sick of hearing about it

“While you’ve got nothing but important, life-or-death plans, right?” you said snidely, a hand raised. With a practiced flick of your fingers a small bubble of psychokinetic energy appeared above you, shining in the sunlight. You guided it higher with a few gentle movements of your hand, letting it float away like a bubble. When it got too high, you’d let it disappear, and start all over again.

“Would you stop showin’ off?” he replied, pointing the tablet at a blonde-haired man walking by, shopping bag in hand. “Look at this guy! Can you believe they call us criminal, when he’s assaulting us with that haircut?” Without waiting for an answer, he turned it toward a small child, dawdling along the sidewalk with its father. “What is this thing?”

You released your latest bubble with a sigh and followed his gaze, raising your hand to shield your face. You shook your head in exasperation. “It’s a baby, Rocket.”

“Look how it thinks it’s so cool. It’s not cool to get help! Walk by yourself, you little gargoyle.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes again. You returned to sunning yourself pointedly, kicking a boot up along the fountain’s edge in front of you. The other was planted on the sidewalk. You dipped a hand in the water, enjoying the coolness of it on your fingertips. “Again, it’s a baby. They tend to need a hand every now and then… say, like you after too many drinks?”

“Stop spoilin’ the fun, Y/N,” he said, turning his head so you could catch the edge of his smile. You grinned lazily back. “I mean, look at this. Look at Mr. Smiles over here.” You followed where he was pointing; an old man was cozying up to a much younger woman against a railing, his hand around her waist. “Where’s your wife, old man? What a class-A pre-vert.”

You smirked despite yourself as Rocket burst into laughter.

“Right, Groot? …Groot?” he turned towards the two of you when he got no answer. He gestured in exasperation as he did. “Don’t drink the fountain water, you idiot! That’s disgustin’!”

You coughed a laugh as Groot turned, mouth and hand still dripping, shaking his head.

“Yes, you did! I just saw you doin’ it! Why are you lyin’?” he rounded on you. “Why didn’t you stop him?”

“He’s a plant, Rocket.” you pointed out, leaning forward briefly to pat Groot’s hand reassuringly. He smiled widely at you. “I don’t think it’s gonna hurt him.”

“It’s unsanitary,” Rocket griped petulantly. His ears perked up as his tablet sounded, and he dropped the issue immediately, distracted. You arched your neck to see the read-out over his shoulder. He held it up as it flashed, trying to find a focus. “Look’s like we got one.”

“That was fast.”

He pointed it toward a man on one of the upper streets and you straightened to get a look at him. Good-looking, and talking to a woman. “Okay, humie.” Rocket said, and you paused, eyebrow raised. “How bad does someone want to find you…? Forty thousand units? Groot, Y/N… we’re gonna be rich!”

He sighed as he turned to face the two of you – Groot had his face buried in the fountain again. You barely noticed – your eyes were still on the man, now headed toward a few smaller businesses down the way. “Groot, damn it…”

“Did you say he was Terran?” you asked, curiously. You hadn’t seen someone else from Terra in… you weren’t sure how long. People like you didn’t tend to end up off planet, let alone out of the milky way.

“Yeah, you can swap childhood stories once we got him sedated and on a ship,” Rocket said sarcastically. “Now, would you two focus up. We got a bounty to collect.”

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You watched carefully as the target – Peter Quill (also known to go by the moniker ‘Star-Lord’, according to his wanted listing) – stumbled backwards out of a small pawn brokerage, the ball he’d been throwing around earlier still in hand. You were sitting on a wall further down the way, close enough to keep an eye on him, far enough away to be inconspicuous. An attractive Zehoberei woman lingered by the doorway – and had been since he’d gone inside – and he stopped to speak to her. You couldn’t hear their conversation, but your fingers twitched as your eyes tracked her body language.

It had changed as soon as he’d stepped outside; she was alluring, and she was laying it on thick. Either she was a hooker, or he was a mark of a different kind. He was just too stupid to see it.

“Rocket, eyes up. I don’t trust this chick.” you muttered into the communicator on your jacket collar, feigning a languid stretch of your arms above your head.

“Keep your shirt on, woman.” he grumbled back. You weren’t entirely sure where he and Groot were, but you knew they were nearby. None of you were willing to let that many units slip away. “We got it.”

“This chick has him marked.” you shot back. “How am I supposed to distract him if he’s already got eyes on her?”

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N—”

“Shit! Move in, NOW!” you ordered, uncaring about your volume. You jumped to your feet, flinging yourself away from the wall. The Zehnobereian had just snatched that thing out of his hand and kicked him in the chest, sending him stumbling back with a grunt. She’d taken off impressively fast through the crowd, and equally impressive, Quill had thrown a magnetic rope after her and followed.

You chased after them, pushing your way through shocked pedestrians as the woman struggled to free her legs where the rope had caught. Quill launched himself at her as she succeeded and she kicked, landing two boots to the stomach for his effort. The two of them fell into a brawl on the pavement, and you were still about fifteen feet away when he reached for the gun on his belt. She trapped his hand with her boot, trapping him beneath her, a knife suddenly in her hand.

“This wasn’t the plan.” she told him, raising the blade above her head. You shoved a gawking woman out of your way, swinging your hands up in front of you to force them apart.

“Rocket!”

He caught the woman from the side, knocking her to the ground. He struggled on top of her as Groot approached, a sack in hand. “Put him in the bag! Put him in the bag!”

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, momentarily distracted, as Groot’s roots began to wind themselves around the woman. Quill was still on his back, eyes wide with confusion.

“No! Not her, him! Learn genders, man!” Rocket shouted, struggling to hold her back as she stood. His claws were in her hair, dangerously close to her eyes, scratching up her face as Groot tightened his hold around her middle. You were trying to find an opening to subdue her, but with her entangled in Groot’s roots, there wasn’t much you could do. While your abilities were an asset, they meant you’d never really needed to be competent in hand-to-hand altercations. “Y/N, a little hel—Ah!” he withdrew a paw. “Biting? That’s not fair!”

“Goddamn it! Groot, let her go, I got it!”

Quill’s eyes flew to you at the sound of your voice, his forehead creasing for a second before he shook himself and took off, orb in hand.

“Shit!” you cursed again, taking off after him. You wove your way through the throng of people between you, pushing people out of the way with two hands. You just needed a clear line of sight—

“Y/N!” Rocket’s voice brought you skidding to a stop, and you turned to see him thrown from the balcony. The woman had broken free from Groot and had flung him off of herself, and you caught him with a shield moments before he hit glass. It softened his landing slightly, but it would still hurt. She was leaping off the wall to the square below, a sword in hand, and you turned to find Quill at a standstill, orb gone from his hand.

“I guess she’s not in it for the bounty,” you muttered as he launched himself off the upper-street as well, a rocket-pack from his boot in his hand. Groot was gone, and you rolled your eyes, cracking your neck as you ran for the nearest stairs. “Why is nothing ever easy?”

You’d made it to the lower-street just as Groot managed to throw his sack over Quill’s head, and you wiped a hand over your forehead. You panted, catching your breath as you fell into step beside Rocket. “So, what’d I miss?”

“You still got those quick reflexes, doll,” he said, giving you a quick smirk before turning to head down the stairs. He turned to speak to Groot as he went. “Quit smilin’, ya idiot. You’re supposed to be a professional.”

He stopped in his tracks, sobering, as he turned to find the Zehobereian in front of him, soaking wet and sword still clutched in her fist. “You gotta be kidding me.”

She pushed him to the ground without a glance, eyes on Groot. He dropped the sack, backing up a few steps. You flung up your hand as she raised her blade, a forcefield appearing between them and throwing her back a few feet.

Putting you in the middle.

Fury in her eyes, she turned her attention on you, and you grimaced, stepping between her and Groot in the hope she’d be distracted long enough for him to get the payload out of there. Or at least away from her crazy self. “Uh… whoops?”

The woman spun, so quick you didn’t have time to react, her kick catching you in the stomach. The wind left you in a heaving exhale, and your feet left the ground as you were thrown backwards. You landed in a heap on top of Quill – still trapped in the sack – and heard him grunt in surprise.

“Sorry,” you wheezed, hand clutching at your stomach as you struggled to catch your breath.

The woman hadn’t paused, and she cut off both of Groot’s arms and buried the blade in his stomach in a matter of moments. Satisfied he was no longer a threat, she turned and bent down in front of you, opening the sack. She was flung back, body shaking with electricity and suddenly unconscious. You were jostled to the ground as Quill stood, and you coughed a breathless laugh as he shot you a wink and what could have been a flirty smirk before taking off at a sprint.

Rocket pulled the blaster from his back. He spoke to you over his shoulder where you sat painfully on the pavement. “You wanna do the honors?”

“’s all yours,” you replied with some difficulty, waving a hand towards Quill’s retreating back. Rocket grinned, taking aim and setting it to ‘stun’.

“I live for the simple things. Like how much this is gonna hurt.” He fired, and a ball of electricity was launched across the square and straight into Quill’s back. Rocket snickered as he fell to the ground with a shout. “Yeah. Writhe, little man.”

He turned to you with a grin. “Only thing that comes close to that satisfyin’ is when you have ‘em run right into one of those walls of yours.” He laughed loudly, high on success. He stopped short as Groot whimpered, toeing pitifully at his fallen arm. Rocket rolled his eyes. “It’ll grow back, you d’ast idiot. Quit whining.”

You gasped as you were suddenly lifted from the ground, held weightless a few feet from the pavement by suppression beams. You looked up, sighing heavily as you were met with the sight of five Nova Corps ships hovering above you. “Looks like we’re not getting paid.”

“Subject Eight-Nine-P-One-Three, drop your weapon.”

Rocket dropped his gun reluctantly, ears drooping in defeat. “Oh, crap.”

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probably-not-star-lord · 6 years

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Guardians of the Galaxy Volume Two: Part 9 (Peter Quill x Reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

A/N: Wow guys...this is literally THE final part of my GOTG series!!! I’m honestly really sad to see it go. Thank you all so much for all your wonderful feedback and making this fic what it is!! As always, I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, fluff

Your eyes flutter open slowly and you wince at the feeling of the cold, metal ground beneath your back. The pain from the stinging, electric shock fades when you feel a warm hand comb through your hair. As your eyes adjust to the light, you are able to make out the only face you want to see.

"Peter?" His hand freezes in your soft hair as he turns his gaze down to you.

"Hey, Y/N," he whispers. You sit up immediately and don't allow him to even take another breath before your lips are on his. His hands find your back as he pulls you in closer to him. It hasn't even been that long since you last kissed Peter, but your longing for him made it feel like a lifetime.

You break away from the kiss and take a deep breath. "You're alive," you say, smiling and wandering your eyes over every magnificent detail on his face.

Peter laughs. "Of course I'm alive! I couldn't not come back to see you, darlin’." He grabs the back of your head and pulls you in for another, quick kiss. "In all seriousness, Y/N, I really did need to come back and be with you. I thought of the life we could have here together, on the ship I promised you months ago, surrounded by our new family. I love you so much Y/N and I can't stand the thought of being away from you."

"I love you too, Peter," you respond. "Which is why you're not allowed to scare me like that anymore, okay?"

Peter nods. "I actually wouldn't have made it if it weren't for Yondu."

"Where is he?" you ask, taking a gander around the room. Peter's eyes bore into yours as they gloss over with tears. You can read the solemn expression on his face and you understand. You wrap your arms around him and soothingly rub his back. He doesn't hesitate to hug you tighter, never wanting to let you go. "No..." you mumble. "No, I...I can't believe this. I'm so sorry, Peter."

"Thank you, Y/N," he sniffles into your shoulder.

"You're gonna be okay. I promise you, everything will be okay."

"I just...I don't know what to do. Yondu always had my back and protected me, even when I betrayed him or did the wrong thing. He taught me everything I know and didn't care how many mistakes I made because he'd come back for me anyway. Who is going to look after me now?"

"I'm here," you tell him reassuringly. "I'm always going to be here and so are the rest of the Guardians. We have your back and we always will." He continues quietly sobbing and you want to take away every ounce of pain he is feeling right now. You think back to all of the times he had your back when he didn't even have to protect you. There was the first time he needed to help you get off the planet you met him on. There was also the time he couldn't help but risk his life for you out in space after the Orb was stolen. There were countless others after, as well. You owe him for the hurt he's felt and the risks he's taken.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah, Peter?"

"What should I do?" he asks. "What should I do about Yondu?"

"I think you should do what you believe he would have wanted. But, whatever you choose to do will make him proud, just like you've always made him proud," you answer, using your thumb to wipe the tears from his eyes.

He leans into your hand and grins weakly. "I think I have an idea."

Yondu's body lays on top of a table, dressed and prepared for a proper funeral. Beside him are candles that everyone helped light, as well as a beautiful assortment of flowers and the little items he kept on his dash at the flight deck. You, Peter, Drax, Gamora, Mantis, Rocket, Kraglin, and Groot gather around the table, looking down at the man you are all so grateful for today.

Peter's hand brushes slightly against yours and you take it in your own, sensing his nervousness and sadness. He squeezes your hand in gratitude for calming him down and you send a squeeze back. "I told Y/N about how when I was a kid I used to pretend David Hasselhoff was my dad." Drax and Rocket share a look of confusion. "He's a singer and actor from Earth, really famous guy," he explains, his voice low and glum. You can hear how choked up he is with the faintest glimpse of tears in his eyes. Your heart breaks for him. "Earlier, it struck me, Yondu didn't have a talking car, but he did have a flying arrow. He didn't have the beautiful voice of an angel but he did have the whistle of one. Both Yondu and David Hasselhoff went on kick-ass adventures and hooked up with hot women and fought robots. I guess David Hasselhoff did kind of end up being my dad after all. Only it was you, Yondu. I had a pretty cool dad," he says, the tears now falling down his cheeks. "What I'm trying to say here is... sometimes that thing you're searching for your whole life...it's right there by your side all along. You don't even know it."

"I am Groot."

"He did call you twig," Rocket mentions, the hurt in his voice present as he mourns for Yondu.

Gamora places a comforting hand on Peter's shoulder before walking away from the table toward the corner that Nebula was previously lurking in. You give Peter's hand one last squeeze and follow her.

"Nebula!" she exclaims, causing Nebula to stop in her tracks. "I was a child like you. I was concerned with staying alive until the next day, every day, and I never considered what Thanos was doing to you. I'm trying to make it right."

"Me too," you speak up. "I was just a kid worried about my own wellbeing when I ran away. I should have taken the two of you with me or came back once I had found a safer place for us to go. I didn't think about the consequences of what would’ve happened if I left. And for that, I'm sorry."

"There are little girls like you across the universe who are in danger. You can stay with us and help them," Gamora conveys.

"I will help them by killing Thanos," Nebula states.

"And so you shall," you tell her confidently. Knowing she will set out to find Thanos and being worried about Nebula's safety, you go and hug her. You hesitate for a second, unsure what her response will be, but you decide to do it anyway. She surprisingly returns the gesture and embraces you tightly.

Once the two of you back away, Gamora also hugs her. Nebula doesn't give in right away, but when she finally wraps her arms around Gamora, they linger for a few moments. "You will always be my sister," Gamora whispers in her ear.

After you part ways with Nebula, you make your way back over to Peter and the others. They had just finished sending Yondu away to disintegrate, waiting to release his ashes into space. You sling your arms around Peter's waist from behind him, standing there silently.

"Pete!" Kraglin voices, pulling a device from his pocket that is attached to headphones. "Captain found this for you in a junker shop. He said you'd come back to the fold someday."

Peter takes it in his hands, studying the mysterious object. "What is it?"

"It's called a Zune. It's what everybody's listening to on Earth nowadays. It's got three hundred songs on it."

Your and Peter's eyes widen and he turns around to face you. Your expressions match one another's in shock. "Three hundred songs?" Peter asks excitedly. Kraglin nods, starting to walk away. "Wait." He stops him, pulling Yondu's fixed arrow from his boot and passing it over. "Rocket grabbed the pieces and reassembled them. I think Yondu would want you to have it."

Kraglin stares at the arrow in disbelief, lip quivering as he keeps himself from crying. "Thanks...Captain."

Peter intertwines your fingers in his and drags you to his quarters. The two of you plop down on the bed. He spreads himself across the mattress, laying down and taking you with him. You rest your head on his chest, placing a hand on his lower torso to snuggle into him. He loves the warm feeling of you beside him and he never wants to be without you again.

Peter places a headphone in his ear and one in yours. You adjust it accordingly and stare at the Zune in his hands. He scrolls through the songs, reading the name's of each one until he comes to a song titled "Father and Son" by Cat Stevens. He presses play, and the slow strum of a guitar fills your ears. Groot manages to crawl up between the two of you, wanting to be there for comfort.

None of you speak, but the silence says a million unspoken words as the melody plays in the background.

It's not time to make a change,

Just relax, take it easy.

You're still young, that's your fault,

There's so much you have to know.

"Y/N, I'm so glad I met you," Peter says, rubbing circles on your back. "I don't know where I'd be right now if I never saw you that day singing your heart out to my favorite song. I'm so happy you're here with me."

Find a girl, settle down,

If you want you can marry.

Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.

You smile. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Peter. You've saved me so many times when shit went down."

I was once like you are now,

And I know that it's not easy,

To be calm when you've found something going on.

"You're right, you'd probably be dead without me saving your ass." The two of you laugh. "But I think you're the one that saved me." You peck him on the cheek at his kind words. Maybe, in a way, you and Peter saved each other. You were both so lucky to find your soulmate coincidentally on Morag that day when you've always had the whole galaxy right in front of you.

But take your time, think a lot,

Why, think of everything you've got,

For you will still be here tomorrow,

But your dreams may not.

Groot taps you on the arm, causing you and Peter's attention to turn to where he is pointing. Several ships storm the starry sky outside. You furrow your brow. "Who is that?"

"Let's go find out." Peter takes you and Groot back into the main area, where you find everyone else staring out the window at the ships.

"What is it?" Drax questions.

"I sent word to Yondu's old Ravager buddies, and told them what he did," Rocket replies.

Peter gasps. "It's a Ravager funeral."

How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again,

It's always been the same, same old story.

From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen,

Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away,

I know I have to go.

You all watch as the hundreds of Ravager ships send out fireworks that illuminate the dark space. Every color in the rainbow and beyond shines brightly, creating a gorgeous show for Yondu's final send off. This is what he would have wanted, and it is certainly what he deserves.

"He didn't chase them away," Rocket mutters, standing next to you and Peter.

"No."

"Even though he yelled at them...and was always mean...and he stole batteries he didn't need."

The two of you glance down at the raccoon, understanding his worry for what all of you might think of him. "Well, of course not," Peter reassures him.

It's not time to make a change,

Just sit down, take it slowly.

You're still young, that's your fault,

There's so much you have to go through.

You pass baby Groot along to Gamora who gives him to Drax. He lets out a weak yawn and falls into a peaceful sleep on Drax's shoulder. You turn next to you and stare at Peter. Right here is the man you love more than anything else in this whole damn galaxy. He's the one you didn't know you needed your entire life until you finally found him and never wanted anything else as badly. He's the one who knows your flaws and quirks and still loves you for them. He's the one you spend late nights with, bonding over every little thing you have in common. He's the one who gets your idiotic jokes and makes similar ones right back at you. He's the one you plan to spend the rest of your life with. He's the one.

Find a girl, settle down,

If you want you can marry.

Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.

All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,

It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.

If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me,

Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away,

I know I have to go.

Peter catches you staring at him with a big, stupid smile on your face like you're so crazy in love. He returns your gaze with his classic smirk. "What?"

"I love you so much, Peter Quill." He chuckles in response, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to kiss the top of your head.

"I love you more, darlin'."

As Peter leaves his arm resting on your shoulder you snake your own arms around his waist to pull him tighter to you, never wanting to let go. There is nowhere else you'd rather be than in his arms.

You've never been happier.

You hope nothing comes along to change all of that.

Infinity War: Coming soon...

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mirkwoodshewolf · 7 years

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Daddy’s little girl; Peter Quill x child reader

In honor of Chris Pratt’s 38th bday I’m going to be posting up all my Peter Quill/STARLORD oneshots that I have because this hyperactive cupcake deserves it, today is all about him HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS PRATT HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD ONE :) Besides some swearing no other warnings really hope you guys enjoy.

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Peter Quill aka Star Lord, Leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy was frantically looking around his ship for someone very special and very near and dear to him. His heart was racing frantically as he looked in all the usual places only to come up empty on finding her. As he got to the flight deck he took notice of his team looking at him.

"What is it Peter?" asked Gamora.

"Have any of you guys seen (y/n), I've been looking everywhere and I can't find her". Peter said.

"You checked everywhere?"

"Yes Gamora, all the usual places, all the strange places, I've even bribed her with her favorite candy and came up with nothing".

"Maybe she's finally caught up with your act, seriously that kid is smarter than you thanks to me". Rocket boasted.

"I am Groot".

"Oh come on it's true, but I guess you're right this isn't the time to be saying things like that".

"Incoming transmission" Gamora said as she took notice of one of the screens blinking signaling a message has been sent to the Milano.

"On screen Gamora" said Peter. As Gamora played the message on screen they were surprised to see Yondu.

"Yondu?"

"Hello Quill, I see you still have your new crew on board, and I thought with that music you always listen to you would've driven them insane by now".

"What do you want Yondu?"

"Simple, you still have an old debt to pay boy. And nobody walks out on a debt without paying a hefty price," the camera was then showed a shocking sight.

Peter's daughter (y/n) was tied to a chair with a cloth over her mouth to prevent her from screaming.

"(Y/N)! IF YOU LAY A HAND ON HER I WILL END YOU!!" Peter cried out as he charged towards the screen but Drax and Groot held him back. Yondu smirked and laughed.

"Then how about we do a trade? Your daughter, for the 50,000 units you once stole from me. Bring it here within 48hrs or your daughter's gonna be put to sleep".

End of transmission.

Peter's breathing deepened in anger as he pulled himself out of Drax's and Groot's grip and flipped over the table making it explode as it landed and he continued walking out of the deck. The team all looked at each other then slowly one by one followed behind Quill into the one place he's probably at by now.

His daughter's room.

Peter was sitting on his daughter's bed holding her (f/a) stuffed animal that he bought when he and the team visited Earth just to see how advanced it had gotten ever since Peter was abducted by Yondu as a kid. He held the (f/a) in his hands softly stroking it's fur as tears began to form into his eyes.

"Quill" started Gamora.

"Am I really a bad parent?"

"Peter, don't—"

"He's using my own daughter as ransom. If only I hadn't been to careless back in the day, then Yondu wouldn't choose now to have a reason to get back at me for spending 50,000 units".

"We'll get her back Peter," Gamora gently placed her hands over his and the two of them locked eyes with each other and Peter got back that hope that he would see his daughter and again.

Because he wasn't alone.

24 hours remained in the deadline and Peter still hadn't found away to come up with the full 50,000 units for Yondu. So far they tried to do betting on fights, selling some old engine parts, and maybe illegal gambling and through all the times they only came up to 1245 units. As the Guardians all gathered around to try and think of a quicker way to come up with the remaining units they needed when another transmission from Yondu came through.

"Please don't tell me he's going to need it now!" Rocket whined.

"Play the message Gamora" Peter firmly stated. Gamora opened the transmission and Peter snarled, "what is it this time Yondu".

"Boy I tell you this, your girl's definitely got your mouth. Which is why I need you and you alone to get on board the ship, now send me your current coordinates so I can get there, and no games with me boy!"

End of transmission.

"I swear if any of those guys harmed even one hair on my baby's head I'll end their worthless lives!"

"Easy Quill, we don't know what Yondu was even talking about, maybe he's simply stating that (y/n) is a lot like you and can be incredibly annoying". Rocket stated as he fiddled around with the units counting them out again.

"I am Groot".

"I know I like that kid, but sometimes she can be a bit of a pain in the ass like her dad".

"Quill, do you even trust Yondu to go aboard his ship alone?" Drax asked.

"I think it's a trap". Gamora stated.

"Yeah it maybe, but it could also mean that something's happened, because if Yondu had any sense for keeping me alive when I was first abducted, then he sure as hell wouldn't allow any of the other Ravagers to harm her. I'm sending him the coordinates". Peter went up to his seat and sent out the coordinates to Yondu's ship.

Within a few minutes, the Ravager's craft had arrived.Peter placed his gear on and collected the units they already had and Drax said.

"Are you sure you won't need any of us to come with you Quill?"

"Yondu says only for me to come onboard and me alone, if it is a trap I won't risk the life of my team again, and if anything does happen to me, take care of (y/n) for me, and don't screw her up".

"You have our word Quill" Drax stated.

"I am Groot".

"Do it Quill, bring her home, and kick Yondu's ass for me when you get onboard".

"Just bring her back safely Peter, both of you come back safely". Peter nodded to his team then he left the Milano and activated his helmet and flew towards the Ravager's craft and was beamed inside.

He deactivated his helmet and was greeted by a few of the Ravagers.He was then taken onto the main deck and there stood Yondu.

"Welcome back boy".

"Cut the shit Yondu, where is she? And I don't care if I don't have the full 50,000 units yet I will get her back even if it kills me! So you better tell me if she's alright as I give you the 1245 units I already have!"

"That's the thing Quill, one of my boys went a little crazy after your girl mouthed off on him, I distinctly told these boys to keep her alive for the 48 hours you had but he went insane and I dealt with him already, but you might as well take your girl and go, she's more trouble than you were Quill, and I don't want no trouble on my ship or among my crew".

It was then Peter took notice of one of the Ravagers carrying his daughter but his worst fears had been realized.

His baby girl was almost beaten senselessly and almost seemed barely alive. Peter's eyes widened as he quickly took his daughter in his arms and gently shook her praying that she would open her eyes.

She didn't.

Peter turned to Yondu with fire in his eyes. Peter was beyond pissed because Yondu couldn't stop this from happening in time, even thought he gave them an order to keep her alive, he still allowed it to happen. He took out his daughter's earpiece from her jacket pocket and placed it on her ear and pressed the button that created a similar helmet like Quill's to appear around her face.

But before he left, he really socked Yondu hard across the face before leaving the ship and heading back to the Milano.

As soon as he arrived inside his ship, he deactivated his and his daughter's helmets and brought her to the upper levels of the ship.

"What happened to her?" Gamora asked urgently.

"One of the Ravagers went crazy and beat her senseless, that's what Yondu meant because she pissed off whoever it was that was watching her and beat her. I haven't gotten movement but I can still feel a heartbeat".

"Okay, Peter just take her to her room, Groot and I can create a special remedy made from Groot's tree sap to heal her wounds" Rocket stated.

"You sure it'll work?"

"Guarantee, now just get her there, Groot and I will be there in just a few moments". Peter nodded and took her to her room and gently set her down on her bed. He softly stroked away her hair that had fallen across her face and couldn't help but let a few tears fall out as he whimpered.

"I'm sorry baby girl, I'm so sorry".

"Alright Quill, step back, we've got the sap ready". Peter moved aside so Rocket could gently place the sap over any wounds that could physically be found around her face, arms or neck and once he was done he explained, "now give it a few minutes to soak in and she'll be as good as new".

"Thank you Rocket, you too Groot".

"I am Groot".

"No problem, anything for this munchkin, did you lay one on Yondu for me like you promised?"

"He'll be pretty pissed off later on but I did, hard hook right across his face".

"That's what I like to hear, come on Groot, let's leave them be for awhile". Then he and Groot left as the doors shut behind them. Peter looked down at (y/n) and saw the sap actually healing up her open wounds, taking down the swelling on certain parts, and the bruises just disappearing slowly but surely.

Soon (y/n) woke up.

"Where—where am I?"

"It's okay sweetheart, you're back on the Milano. You were banged up pretty badly but Groot made a special sap that's healing your wounds".

"Well I'm gonna have to thank him later".

"How you feeling now?"

"Still hurts around some areas, but other than that I'm fine daddy".

"That's good, I guess. Sweetheart how did Yondu capture you?"

"It was while you guys were doing your trading back on Nowhere, some of the Ravagers came by near the ship and when they spotted me I ran through the alleyways trying to lose them, but eventually they caught me. I'm sorry papa I shouldn't have left the ship, if I hadn't—"

"No, no, no baby girl I'm the one who should be sorry, truthfully it was for a ransom I conned out of Yondu a few years ago before I met your mother. He at first thought nothing of it but ever since you came, he finally found a reason to bring back that old debt, if I wasn't such a back-slider back in the day then none of this would've happened". He stroked her cheek gingerly before saying, "do you forgive me?"

"I'll always forgive you papa, I love you so much". She hugged her father and Peter smiled as he hugged his daughter back.

"And I love you my little precious gem, my Star girl".

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marypoppinswasmyfatherbitches · 6 years

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Oh my goodness, I didnt see the link to your fanfic account! I am dumb. So ignore my previous ask and instead answer this one for the meme. 13, 3, 14, 1 and 2 for Happiness goes on? (I shall leave reviews on your beautiful fanfic soon I promise, they are good.)

(Hiii, sooo…this whole reply is late because I actually typed up ALL OF THIS last night, and then accidentally “x”-ed out of my browser and lost it all, because I am very very stupid. And then was too tired to retype it up before going to sleep. I hope I remember roughly everything, and apologies for that mistake.)

Oh! Haha! Alright then! Thank you! Don’t feel dumb at all for not realizing which AO3 account is mine or for your previous ask(which for others who are curious, said: “1 - 5 for all your fics! Just talk about your favs!”). I was prepared to choose 3 fics (including “Happiness Goes On” since that’s definitely the one I’m most proud of, so I guess that’s closest to a “favorite” right?), and go through the first 5 questions for each, though I won’t lie and say it wouldn’t have taken some time to answer.

BUUUT…since you said to scrap that first ask, I’ll answer these individual ones for “Happiness Goes On.” And your compliment and promise for a future review means SO goddamn much, thank you sincerely.

(WARNING / REMINDER: This is about my fic that deals with the subject of child molestation, and I do reference that a little bit in this reply. Don’t read further if it makes you uncomfortable, which I entirely understand and respect.)

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13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

HA! Well, American Pie obviously, for a majority of it. While brainstorming / writing / editing the epilogue? A lotta Billy Joel. ;)

The idea to use American Pie bounced into my brain when it came on the radio at the thrift shop where I volunteer, one of the rare times my own music speaker battery died. Usually a disaster, because our store radio is pretty crappy, but the sound quality wasn’t too bad that day, and I rediscovered how much I love that song and ‘Why isn’t this on my ipod again?’. Listening to the lyrics, I realized how much some of them fit the Guardians in general, and this story specifically, which I have Gamora mentally note in the fic. I was sitting and casually chatting with the manager while also thinking, ‘Google what year this came out when you get home, but I’m sure it’s the 70′s. Peter would know it, and it could be the Zune. I think it could work.’ I’m proud that I was able to reference the song so many times without actually naming it by title, but I assume most readers knew what it was, it’s just that famous. (I also couldn’t resist the light-hearted joke, later when things calmed down, of Gamora saying “This…is the longest song…I have ever heard.” and Peter smiling without even looking at her and giving a cheeky “I know.”)

In terms of using Billy Joel for the epilogue, I’m just a Billy Joel fanatic. The use of him for this story began just from the We Didn’t Start the Fire joke toward Rocket at the bar (I thought it was clever, Peter!), and later on I saw how The Longest Time fit romantically for Starmora, and some of the lyrics matched the healing themes of the overall story, and I thought ‘Maybe they’ve been playing BIlly Joel since that night; maybe that can be the joke.’ Why shouldn’t his Greatest Hits albums (at least) be on the Zune? I struggled a lot over what song should be the final one Gamora comments on before they switch artists to appease the group. I never specify which romantic Billy Joel song Peter and Gamora slow danced to during their “date night” in that six-week summary, but I like to imagine it was Just the Way You Are. I considered Keeping the Faith or Vienna for the final one, but I thought they deserved something more fun and naughty to analyze this time, so Only the Good Die Young it is. :D

In conclusion, I listened to The Longest Time, and the entire An Innocent Man studio album, a lot (as if I needed an excuse).3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

The portion in italics is my favorite line, but I’m including the entire sentence for context purposes: “She would need to grow used to him viewing Yondu as a caring parent who was extraordinarily protective of his boy, and would have hunted down this pervert to whistle a glowing arrow through her skull.”14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Ohh geez, wow, that one is tough. I don’t know if it’s accurate to say this story was intended to educate, but just to explore the idea with fictional characters. I have no expertise on the subject, and would never claim such, or talk down to those who do. I didn’t intend to create a PSA. I suppose all of the “lessons” for Peter (if they can be called that) I hope all readers already know and agree on (basically a collection of “it wasn’t your fault” and “this doesn’t define you” and “trauma isn’t a competition, someone else suffering worse doesn’t invalidate your experience” and “you should feel comfortable talking about anything without judgement or shame” etc.).

Slightly lesser scale messages, there’s also reminders about the importance of communication, trusting each other, letting the other person speak in an argument, not letting one’s jealousy/instincts/bad mood interfere with fairness, not running away from a fight or staying angry, respecting boundaries and privacy, all that healthy relationship jazz that these two are still figuring out. 1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

This post is already very long, and I could probably talk for hours about the decision-making process for many scenes (of my GotG fics, this took the longest to write and publish, over 2 months), so I’ll try to condense this to a few bullet points that probably don’t fit the “inspired” criteria.

- It was originally going to be in two parts, 4 scenes each, when I thought the epilogue would be much shorter. But as the lil’ wrap-up got longer (because we needed a fluffy conclusion, dammit!), I decided to make it a separate “chapter.”

- I think the concept probably started as one of those strange, angsty “what if?” scenarios I make up in my head at night that I still can’t believe I created into a full-fledged work. I liked the idea of Peter and Gamora having this conversation and her comforting him, but I knew if I was really going to throw it out there for other fans, it had be more balanced with happier moments, too. I just know I was always going to make the offender a woman - both because it would lead to the misunderstanding that she was a past consensual hook-up when Peter was an adult to spark some irritation and jealousy in Gamora, and because it’s realistically different from other sexual assault stories, since women can be pedophiles and child predators too, and they’re just as horrible. :(

- The fanfic idea of “Gamora accidentally starts a fire while trying to cook, and Peter falsely accuses and lashes out at Rocket” was in my head before, but there were two key differences. 1) It was the entire plot, not a light-hearted subplot in the shadows of something bigger, 2) Meredith’s letter was either fully or partially burnt as a result of the fire. By the end Gamora was going to confess it was her fault, that she was trying to surprise Peter by cooking spaghetti, and he would apologize both to her and to Rocket for losing his temper and getting so angry. I hated that idea later and found it too sad (he’s already lost the Walkman and second cassette tape, why would I want him to lose even more from his mother?), and in “Spark My Memory” (the Christmas fic I wrote for “12 Days of Starmora”) the Guardians put his mother’s letter in the photo album gift for Peter, completely safe and unharmed. I like to keep all my fanfics canon-compliant and non-contradictory from each other, so the letter is fine, no burning it.

Yet “Gamora started a fire cooking” still seemed fun to me, as I like the idea that she’s so badass and skilled and intelligent, but failed at something so domestic and simple. Kinda cute. I was so excited to insert it into this, because I think it worked on multiple levels. It’s a driving force for the plot (the reason the team go to the restaurant and they stumble upon that particular waitress), the reason Gamora was already in a bad mood during her fight with Peter, it could be used as a metaphor/comparison for Peter’s anxiety and Gamora’s guilt, it was something for the Guardians to put at a higher priority to tease and mock Gamora for while oblivious to the main story, something for Peter to just break down into giggles over once they changed the subject (because he earned a good laugh after that heartbreaking and vulnerable childhood trauma story), an excuse to give Rocket so many funny lines, an overall silly and sitcommy-style subplot to fall back on, and a sweet “victory!” for Gamora to have (sort of?) conquered by the epilogue. ^_^2: What scene did you first put down?

This is easy. I’ve written all but one (8 out of 9) of my fanfics in order, except for “Just Like Everybody Else.” So ya, I wrote the opening scene first, Baby Groot’s magic trick lesson and Peter’s oh-so-cruel “can only be seen once” deception. I needed to ease readers (and myself) into the angst and heavy shit to follow, and that cute idea had also been in the back of my mind for a while. ^_^

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PHEW, OKAY, ALL RE-TYPED! Thank you again SO MUCH for the lovely ask and wonderful questions, your actual interest and curiosity thrilled me! You see I wasn’t kidding about the incessant babbling. :P

Thank you also for the kudos you left on AO3, and take care!~

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allisquish · 6 years

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stargazer, chapter 1

chapter 2 chapter 3

hi hello yes don’t mind me as i just drop a yondu udonta x reader fic and run…. tbh, a big inspiration for this comes from this fic here that I recently stumbled across just browsing gotg fic… which apparently was A Thing I Didn’t Know I Wanted. But it’s super good, I loved it and now here we are.

Reader is a terran trapped on Sakaar serving the Grandmaster, looking for a way out when a Ravager Captain is brought before the Grandmaster. Uh, there’s some spoilers for gotg vol. 2 and Thor: Ragnarok fyi. freshly newly titled and edited as of 11/30 bc i got too excited about posting it while it was still a draft whoops.

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You awoke strapped down to a silver chair, your wrists and ankles bound to it. You pull at them, but there is no give. The... thing standing next to you makes a sound of distaste. It looks like a cross between a red shadow and a beetle. It raises the metal pole it clutches in one of its four hands at you, ready to strike. Its vicious voice comes out from behind a dark blood colored thing resembling a gas mask, making demands you can’t decipher. You flinch and stop struggling while your heart furiously beats in your chest. You try to remember what happened. How you got to this bizarre looking chamber.

The last thing you really remembered was being out at the park, playing with your baby cousin you were paid to nanny. Your aunt had gone to work, to speak to a colleague from Culver's science department... You remember sitting on a park bench, watching your cousin go down a slide… and that was it. You couldn’t remember anything else.

The room you’re in looks like something out of a comic book or a Disney movie; there are bright colors, shiny and metallic, with huge windows offering a view of what looks like a never ending scrap yard, something out of Wall-E or Tank Girl.

"Ah, if it isn't Scrapper 1125," A voice calls out, followed by a clapping of hands, "I didn't know you'd be coming today." Your gaze follows the sound of the voice to what looks like a lean, older man with graying hair and blue markings on his face. He’s grabbed in blues, golds, and reds, the shiny fabric swirling about him as he walks. Beside him is a shorter, rounder woman with severely pulled back black hair, dressed in orange armor.

The creature beside you greets the man, and motioned to you with the metal pole, "I bring gift for Grandmaster."

"A gift you say?" The Grandmaster, as your captor had called him, stepped closer, until his feet brush yours where they are strapped down. "She doesn't look like a fighter."

"If not fighter than slave," The creature replies, shrugging, "She is no good as food. Too clean." The thing seems to leer at you through its mask, making your skin crawl at the way it says "clean".

"Um, I'm not sure I need any more prisoners with jobs..." The Grandmaster turns to his companion, "Topaz?"

"Send her to your brother. Or just melt her. Less muss, less fuss."

You can’t help the gasp of breath at "melt". What was going on?

The Grandmaster rubs his chin with one hand, bending at his waist until he is all but nose to nose with you, "Well, let’s see. What, uh, what talents do you have?"

"T...Talents?" You gasp, pushing your head back, trying to create distance between you both.

"Yes, talents, what are you good at?" He follows your movements, his eyes taking in every inch of your frightened and bewildered face.

You say the first thing that comes to mind, something you do every day with your baby cousin, something you love to preform and create, "I... I can tell stories?” It comes out as a question; you don’t know what’s going on or what this odd-looking man wants, but you know he somehow holds both your life and future in his hands.

The woman in orange, Topaz, scoffs but a glint shines in the Grandmaster's eyes, "You're a Storyteller?" You nod slowly, your heart beating its way out of your rib cage, your palms sweating on the armrests. "It's been such a long time since we last had a Storyteller..." The Grandmaster leans back, turning to Topaz, "I'll keep her."

Topaz nods, her lips pulled tight while she looks at you with very thinly veiled disgust. She switches places with the Grandmaster, "Welcome to Sakaar." The words are dry, with a buried malice. She pulls your hair back from your neck with one fist, and with the other jams something deep in the curve of your throat, sending waves after waves of shocks throughout your whole body. Once more in your recent memory, everything goes black.

When you wake, you ware in a small room, barely bigger than a closet, and your clothes are gone. Instead of your jeans and hoodie you wore to the park, you are dressed in a long, pale silvery blue dress. Before you have time to even consider what has happened now, that woman Topaz, is already at the door, ordering you to follow her. She tells you your new duties as she pushes you through long, red, white and gold labyrinth hallways.

"Every night, if the Grandmaster doesn't have company, tell him a story. Whenever he asks, tell him a story. You're here to entertain the Grandmaster with light, nonsense tales, nothing more, and nothing less. Fail in your duties and well... we won't speak of what happened to the last Storyteller."

"Wh-what happened?" The words slip from your lips before you can wall them up.

"He died." She smiles, a thing full of menace as she pushes you through an opulent doorway.

The room is filled with whites and golds, reds and blues. There’s marble floor and metallic walls, three doors and a large balcony with windows displaying nothing but blue skies with strange swirling celestial bodies hung precariously throughout. Seated at a vanity near a plush bed covered with pristine white pillows and plush bedclothes is the Grandmaster. Two women are currently attending him, both dressed in silver gowns similar to your own. One woman holds a towel with various combs and brushes, and what looks like bars of something, while the other woman with brown hair and pink skin brushes his hair.

"Ah, wonderful! My new, um, Storyteller." The Grandmaster smiles, studying you through his mirror, "Don't just stand there, please, come closer."

You do so, your hands clutching tightly to each other. Your palms are still sweaty, and your heart is still trying to make good on its escape. You stop behind him, angling your body away from the mirror’s gaze.

"Whenever you're ready, my dear, please tell me the best story you know." His is docile and gentle, but you can’t see his eyes. You decide you don’t like his kindness, not when you know that new bump in your neck is a miniature taser. Ready to go off at any moment. Your life will still depend on whatever you say next.

… He had asked for the best story you know? Oh, this was such a bad idea, such a bad idea... But you remember Scheherazade and her king, a story you do love, and pray you could follow her lead and maybe survive to the next day.

"Ah, um, o-okay. Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away..." You begin.

You make it through that first night, to see morning light on this strange planet, spinning in space so many light years from anything and everything familiar to you. And you make it to the next, and the next, doing your best to drag each of your stories out, never quiet finishing a tale before the Grandmaster has fallen into a deep sleep. You then sneak off to your own room, barely getting any sleep before the Grandmaster calls you to join his court for the following morning. So it continues, until your second week on Sakaar, when the Grandmaster brings you out with him for the first time, to the Contest of Champions. There you see a very familiar and very green face.

"It's the Hulk!" You breathe out in surprise. It’s not the most comforting face, but you feel relief at seeing something you can recognize from home. Almost as if one of the knots in your back finally loosens just enough.

"You know my Champion?" The Grandmaster asks, intrigue coloring his voice.

"Yes, he- he's from my planet..." The gears in your mind turn wildly, trying to find a way to work this to your advantage, to your survival, "I... I can… I can tell you some stories about him from Earth... if.. if you'd like?"

"Yes!" The Grandmaster laughs, clapping his hands together excitedly like a small child, "Oh, I'd love to hear tales of my Champion!"

And you tell, sharing what you can remember from your aunt who was at Culver during that first sighting, from videos you’ve seen of Manhattan and Sokovia; the destruction and aliens, of the woman with red hair. What you don’t know you embellish, doing your best to focus on fights and bloodshed- the Grandmaster seems to like those tales the best.

You find yourself more and more in the Grandmaster's company after that, and receiving a number of "favors”. A bigger room. More clothes. Attending to the Grandmaster during his shows. You found out more about this ghastly planet that way. How it was on the edge of the universe, with those things in the sky are vortexes bringing things to it from all over the known universe.

You look up at those swirling vortexes, certain in the knowledge that if you could just get through even one of them, it could take you home.

…But how? You don’t know who to fly a space ship, and there is no way you can get away from the Grandmaster or his watch dog Topaz so long as that control disk was in your neck. You have seen what it can do to others, and you have seen the seemingly docile, kind and flighty Grandmaster execute others for the smallest of slights against his rule.

There is no way for you to get off this godforsaken rock spinning in space on your own.

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The Grandmaster throws another one of his parties, celebrating the 50th win of his Champion in the Contests. The music is loud, pulsing and eerily similar to 80’s synthwave. Drinks are flowing and the Grandmaster’s guests are anything but docile with their persons; you can’t help but want to compare them to a college party. Some are egging each other on in drink, some are complacent on lounges and others are striving for creating connections in the ruling court.

You hang to the outer edges of the party, clutching a glass of liquor tightly in one hand, while your gaze keeps bouncing around the crowd of people. At these kinds of parties... things... tend to happen. You’ve managed to avoid any unwanted attention of any kind so far on Sakaar, and you are quiet determined to keep it that way. You’ve learned early on that too much bringing to much attention to yourself can be as good as a death sentence.

And so you stay by the windows, looking out at the night sky. While also using the window to keep an eye on the ongoing party. If you are very lucky tonight, the Grandmaster might take an individual or more to keep him company during the night, and not require your stories to lull him to sleep. If you’re even luckier, Topaz, too busy corralling her ruler and his possible nightly companions, might forget your existence as well.

The universe, it seems, has other plans.

The music cuts off suddenly, and the party drowns in silence.

"Hey now, who turned off my jams?"

"Grandmaster." You turn away from the window, watching between the huddled shoulders of the crowd, as Scrapper 142 follows a silver chair with yet another captured prisoner. You’ve seen Scrapper 142 before; she’s a fairly tall and muscular woman, with dark skin and darker hair and eyes, dressed in black leathers. She has great favor with the Grandmaster, having brought the Hulk to him. You wish you could have seen that; there’s videos from Culver, Manhattan and Sokovia, but the Hulk against one lone woman? No one on Earth would believe it.

Your gaze doesn’t lock on Scrapper 142, but rather on the blue skinned figure chained to the chair. Your view is partially blocked by the crowd, yet from what you can see… it is an older male alien. Not as old as the Grandmaster, probably middle age at least, but you are assuming and in space who knows. The Grandmaster is, apparently, millions of years old and time works strangely on Sakaar. The blue alien is knocked out cold, his dark red leather clothing looks frosted over, and you spy numerous scars littering his face and hands. It’s hard to miss the silvery bits of machinery exposed down the top of his head. He’s been modified, but you don’t know how or why. You’ve never seen anything like him on Sakaar before.

Still, you can tell by one look he was a fighter, and there wasn’t going to be much hope left for him. You’re about leave, hoping that Scrapper 142 would offer up enough of a distraction for you to shrink your duties for at least the night, when you hear Ruelyz speak.

"Is that a Ravager?" The Krylorian says in a whisper to the man standing beside her. Ruelyz is one of the Grandmaster's personal "prisoners with a job". You know her to be frequently assigned to pamper the Grandmaster before bed. You like her well enough, and trust her better than most.

"He's got the emblem..." The man next to her replies in a murmur.

"What's a Ravager?" Your curiosity is piqued despite yourself. You pause by Ruelyz, trying once more to get a better look at Scrapper 142’s offering.

"I'm surprised you haven't heard of them, Storyteller," The pink woman spares you a quick glance before turning her dark gaze back, "The Ravagers are whatever they need to be; scavengers, smugglers, thieves, bandits, pirates, bounty-hunters, assassins... whatever it is you need, so long as the pay is good."

"A space pirate?" You bite your lip, focusing on the Ravager. A pirate… has possibilities. Possibilities that could be very key to your future.

"He might even be a captain," The man, an unfamiliar Xandarian, adds, "I'm pretty sure I remember a Centaurian Ravager Captain..."

You slip away from the two, forcing your way closer and closer to the Grandmaster. Thoughts flutter through your mind, fueled by your deep desire to get off this world.

"Ooo, a Centaurian!" The Grandmaster exclaims, leaving behind a gaggle of possible bed mates to examine his offering, "It's been a very long time since I've seen one of them..."

From your new vantage point, you can see the chills that run through the Ravager’s body.

"Poor sod was probably left to die in space." You hear someone whisper.

"He doesn't look like much, but I can promise you'd get a good fight out of him," Scrapper 142 boasted, digging her fingers into the Ravager's collar and exposing the scars on his neck, "Not only does he wear the badge of a Ravager, but he has the scars of a Kree battle slave as well."

Your blood runs cold. You know exactly what will happen next. The Ravager will be forced into the Contest, condemned to die by either the Hulk or the Grandmaster himself…

And you would still be stuck on this thrice damned planet, light years from anything remotely resembling home.

"Uh, you know I don't like the word 'slaves'..."

"Give him to me."

Scrapper 142, Topaz and the Grandmaster look at you in surprise. You freeze in horrific shock, a deer in headlights. You’ve spoken out of turn, with only a half-baked, hare-brained scheme surely to fail.

You swallow, square your shoulders and repeat yourself.

"Grandmaster, give him to me."

"The insolence!" Topaz growls, reaching for her remote to the control disks. The Grandmaster stays her, placing a hand on her arm.

"Why should I?" He asks you, his head tilted in thought, "He's a Ravager and a Kree solider. He's perfect for the Contest."

"Which is why he's perfect for me," You continue, your mind speeding along with your runaway heart. You pray to whoever might be listening (God, Thor, Odin, even Loki) for this stupid plan to work. And if it didn't, than to... well. To not die. You lick your dry lips, your gaze flickering between the Ravager and the Grandmaster, "Can you image the places he's been? The things he's seen? ...The stories he might know?"

"I...Well now… I hadn't thought of it that way," The Grandmaster nods slowly, his hand flying to his chin, "Pay my favorite Scrapper, Topaz, and transfer the Centaurian to my Storyteller's care." The Grandmaster glides back to the party, stopping briefly to look at you, "I, uh, I expect you to be able to control him. And continue your duties. If not..." He shrugs, "I might just have two possible contenders instead of one." A smile returns to his face, "Ah, but my favorite Storyteller would never let me down!" He pats your cheek, takes your glass from your clenched fist and sips from it.

Your lips pressed tight, you smile and bow your head, edging back away from the crowd.

"Well? Take him." Topaz shoves your shoulder, pushing you towards the still bound Ravager.

Oh god. What’ve you done?

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#my fic #my writing #yondu x reader #yondu udonta x reader #ahhhhhh what am i doing #i did not plan on writing this but here we are #please let me know if y'all want to see more???#or if i wrote goldblum's character alright it's been a while since i saw ragnarok #anyway i wrote some trash have some trash fam #gotg fic

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catu-munchkin · 7 years

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Note: Well hello! I’m Yurio!! And I’m here posting my very first Imagine about GotG, with Rocket Raccoon! Well, actually I don’t know exactly how this ‘Imagine’ thing works, but to put it short, it’s a one shot.

Summary: You and Rocket are spending a day off together and found a new store in Xandar.

Rocket Raccoon x Female!Reader

Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :D

Imagine a rainy day in Xandar with Rocket Raccoon...

It was a common day in Xandar, except for the fact that you and rest of the Guardians of the Galaxy were there because the Nova Corp needed to talk with Star Lord, or Star Munch for you, nothing to worry about, but they really needed him. So the rest of the team, except for Gamora, who was staying with Peter, were given a little free time, just enough time to look around and relax a bit.

You and Rocket decided to go after good deals, and his favorites, scrap metal pieces that he could use. While Drax and Groot went in a different way, looking for good food to taste. Rocket felt a bit worried about leaving baby Groot with the maniac, but you convinced him that it could be good for both of them to spend some time together, besides, lately Drax was being a little bit more responsible when it came about baby Groot. So Rocket accepted to let go his tiny baby sprout with Drax.

You two were having a stroll down the street's market. You were going from store to store looking for some good deals and maybe to buy another good blaster or riffle for your own use. Well at least buy it on the legal way.

After buying some little stuff, you saw a new store in the street’s corner. You stood there, outside the store and found out that it was an antique store filled with interesting stuff from all across de galaxy, including objects from Terra, your home planet.

"Woow..." You said as you stood up in front of the main store’s showcase.

"Ya' wanna go inside?" Rocket asked looking at you and pointing to the store.

You looked down at Rocket and nodded smiling.

So you decided to enter the shop and Rocket just followed you.

As you entered the store, a sweet bell ringed and a pinkish old man welcome you two with a smile from ear to ear.

“Welcome, welcome. Fell free to look around. But please, don’t touch anything if you are not buying it. Thank you.” The old man said and gave you a wide smile. Rocket and you waved to the old man and proceed to look around the shop. It was huge.

You walked around the whole place, it was like a museum with antiques and strange pieces and crafts. You recognized some stuff, like little old cars, a small old airplanes hanging from the ceiling, you even saw a kite. There was a big shell full of cassette types, the ones that Peter's walkman uses. Some of those artists reminded of your home, specially your mom.

Also you saw some kind of old watches, some porcelain dolls, even toys, but really old ones, and some pretty old lamps.

It wasn't a secret that the last few days, you and Peter were feeling a bit homesick. Remembering your last few days in Terra. You missed your sisters and mom, wondering how they were doing, wondering if they were okay, and tons of thought were racing your head these days. And this specific place made feel a bit better, looking at all this familiar stuff.

Rocket, on the other hand, was very surprised to see tons of things he didn't know, but he wasn't really interested on it, on what he was really interested was you. So most of the time he was looking at you, admiring the view of you smiling at those pieces of junk.

Suddenly something caught your complete attention. A red umbrella. You gasped and let out an ‘omg’, which made Rocket jumped, but relaxed when he saw you were just being noisy. You took the umbrella and opened it, then you realized that it was in perfect conditions.

"Woooow... An umbrella, I used to have one just like this one when I was a child!” You said smiling and looking at it carefully. It was ages since the last time you saw one of these.

"What is that- exactly?" Rocket asked as he was walking closer to you.

"It's an umbrella, you use it to cover from the rain." You replied as you were looking around for the shop’s owner.

"Ohh..." Rocket said looking at the umbrella. "It has a really weird design..." He said still looking at it.

You laugh slightly and replied. "I know. Things from Terra aren’t the most sophisticated in technology." You replied smiling and laughing, and kept looking for the owner.

When you finally found him, you asked for the umbrella.

"Hi! Umm...Excuse me, how much for the umbrella?" You asked using a shy and sweet voice and pointing to the umbrella.

"Oh. It is 8,000 units, miss." He replied without hesitate.

“8,000 units?! ... I thought it would be cheaper..." You said surprised at first but a little bit disappointed then.

"It was bring from a far, far away planet, miss." The old man replied and smiled

"I know... Right." You said looking at the umbrella and letting out a long sigh.

It wasn't that you haven’t enough units, but it was really expensive to be just an umbrella from Terra, but after thinking about it, the owner was right, Terra was far away.

"Well, I think it would be for the next time..." You said as you were about to put it back to its place, but you were interrupted by Rocket. "We’re taking it, old man." Rocket said without thinking it twice. You blinked and looked down at Rocket.

"What? But it is too expensive, Rocket..." You replied surprised and confused.

"It doesn’t matter… So yeah, I'm buying it for ya’... I know you’re feeling homesick lately and it looks like ya’ really liked this thing, so yeah... I want to give ya' a gift..." Rocket said looking away and scratching his whiskers. If it wasn’t for his fur, he would be madly blushed. It was the first time Rocket was actually giving you a gift. Of course he have gave you special upgrades for your riffles, but he have never used the word ‘gift’ before.

A wide smile drew on you face and you couldn’t help but blushed like crazy. You were way too happy to hide it. You were like a child who just got the most delicious ice cream.

Speechless, you shyly handed the red umbrella to the old man, who proceed to do the check out. Rocket followed him and you stood there, looking at Rocket while he was paying. Finally you walked to the cashier feeling really happy and a bit ashamed, but it was a good feeling. You couldn’t believe that actually the guy– or mammal- you were feeling attracted to was in fact giving you a gift.

Rocket was putting his wallet away, then smiled at you. “Its yours now, Y/n.” You smiled shyly and nodded as you took the red umbrella in your hands.

“Ya’ wanna keep looking around?” You blushed a bit more and Rocket laugh slightly. “Umm.. No. Let’s get back to the Milano.” You said smiling and shaking your head to hide your blush.

When you two were getting out the antique store, the sky began to look gray and you heard how it was cracking with some not so loud thunders, and without warning it started to rain.

“Oh boy. We are so lucky! Ta-ra-ra.” You said while you where taking the red umbrella out.

“What are ya' doing?” Rocket said a little bit confused. “We are using our new red umbrella!” You said as you opened the umbrella and looked down at Rocket. “Let’s go.” You said smiling at him, but he wasn’t sure it was a good idea for him to walk under an umbrella like this one, because he was sure his fur would get all wet.

“Hmm… nah. Go ahead, I'll catch ya’ later.” Rocket said waving his paw-hand at you. “Besides, I don’t want my fur to get wet.” He added.

“Ohh… that's right.” You replied, then you crouched to Rockets level. “Well, I can carry you, if you want. So we can get back to the ship together.” You said giving him a sweet smile.

“What?! No! I'm ain't no kid or whatever.” Rocket crossed his arms and felt like he was blushing like hell. But, deep inside he would love the idea of him being carried by you, but his honor wouldn’t let him do that, or at least it won’t let it be easy.

“No, of course you are not! You are more man that Star Munch, himself” You said laughing a bit, but somehow you loved the idea of having Rocket so close to you.

“Besides, I don’t want to go back to the Milano- without you, Rocket.” You added and looked at him sweetly. Rocket couldn’t help but twitch his ears and think of an stupid excuse to say no to you, but you kept trying to convince him.

“Come on, Rocket. You won’t get wet if I carry you back to the ship. Just imagine I'm Groot and you climb up on my shoulders. But I would be a small Groot, because I'm not that tall.” You said smiling and laughing, just trying to hide your blush.

Rocket couldn’t think about anything to get rid of the situation, but deep inside he always wanted to be close to you.

“Okay, okay.” You started. “I have an idea. What if just say: I am Groot??” You said trying to make the best impression of Groot you could do.

Rocket looked back at you with a small smile on his face, and let out a sigh.

“Fine. Ya' win.” Rocket said waving his hands to the air. You stood up and smiled down at Rocket. When he finally began to climb up over to your back, he accidentally dug a bit his nails on your arm, which made you say “Ouch…”

“S-sorry…” Rocket said shyly as he lifted his hand off of your arm.

“No worries.” You replied and felt how Rocket was finally on your shoulders, hanging from your belt and from your shoulders.

Neither you or Rocket said a word during the way back to the ship, both of you just enjoyed the moment. The only thing you could hear were the rain drops hitting the umbrella’s cloth, but you know you loved this sound. Since you spend a lot of time in space, it was nice to hear some natural sounds, like rainwater.

You couldn’t believe that Rocket was actually this close to you, and you really liked the heat on your neck produced by his fur and his breathe.

While you were walking down the street you saw other people running from the rain, others were covering from it and for some reason you two were the only ones walking down the rain. It was like for that single moment Xandarians forget about his high technology to deal with the rain, which made the both of you the only persons walking under the rain. You felt it was like magic, or just the universe beings gentle for a moment.

All this situation made you feel so lucky, it wasn’t a secret that you actually felt something for Rocket, and in that moment you felt like anything could go wrong. You let out a long sigh and smiled, Rocket noticed this and smiled too.

You two were finally getting close to the Milano and for an very obvious reason you started to walk slowly, Rocket noticed this but didn’t say a word neither. But suddenly he decided to break the silence. “So, this is an umbrella…?” He asked casually.

“Yeah, it is. An umbrella from Terra. When I was a child I used to play in the rain with one just like this one.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit sad, because sometimes you really missed your home. “Well, if ya' want- Y/n-“ Rocket brought you out of your thoughts. “We can play in the rain someday. But- just if ya' want. Even Groot can join, I bet he would love it.” Rocket said smiling and scratching his furry ear, just to hide the embarrassment on his voice. You giggled a bit and replied. “Sure! It would be fun!”

You laugh slightly and smiled again.

You two finally arrived to the Milano, and for some magic or destiny thing, the rain stopped.

“Woow, just in time.” You said moving the umbrella to see the sky, then back to the Milano's entrance.

When you felt Rocket was getting ready to climb off of you, you stopped him. “Hey, Rocket.” You said as Rocket looked back at you, and at the same time you moved your free hand to hold his face and bring it closer to yours and whispered. “Thank you…” And kissed Rocket's furry cheek.

It was, at least, a good two of three seconds kiss, under the red umbrella, covering both of you from the last drops of rain.

Rocket froze and blinked twice before try his best to get off of you without falling hard on the ground, but he was already falling for you.

“N-no problem, Y/n…” He replied and jumped off of you. He fixed his little bags and trying his best to avoid eye contact with you he said. “Well- umm I'm gonna see if Groot is already here.” And finally walked indirection of his upper room.

“Okay.” You smiled and giggled softly. Then turned back to see the blue and bright sky, and looked at your new red umbrella that the guy you fell in love just gifted to you.

Fin.

Bonus*!

“OMG!!” Peter Quill said with excitement while he was holding the red umbrella. “Where did you get this, (nickname)?!” He asked looking at you with hope in his eyes. “We found it at a new store in Xandar.” You replied smiling at your leader. He tilted his head a bit and asked. “We?”

“Umm- yeah. Rocket and I…” You said looking away and blushing a bit. “Actually- Rocket buy it for me, and it wasn’t cheap.” You added and give him a wide smile.

“Oohhhh… Rocket buy it for you, huh?” Peter replied looking at you with a mischief smirk.

“Units?” He asked with concern. “Eh… Umm- 8,000 units…” You replied with a whisper and smiling ashamed.

“Phew…”

Then he turned back in the direction where Rocket was working.

“Well played, Ranger Rick!” He shouted so Rocket could hear him.

Rocket didn’t looked back just twitched his furry ears and jumped while he accidentally dropped some of his tools.

You looked at Rocket and smiled.

#guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon #x reader #fanfic #gotg #gotg imagine rocket #gotg imagine #dont judge me

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numblikesdonuts · 7 years

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'Kay, can I just say something that ticks me off that I see a lot with Yondu fans?

Okay, so I am a Yondu fan. There are many Yondu fans. Heck, I'd marry Yondu if I saw him first thing at 7/11. But there's thing thing a lot of fans tend to do about Yondu that reeeaaally just doesn't seem like his character and many people tend to fantasize about (maybe even a little too much).... That he is the perfect father. Okay, so yes, his famous quote and act of sacrifice to Peter at the end of GOTG V2 was amazing and nonetheless unforgettable, but... People then tend to believe he was a great father raising Peter after he took him from Earth. No, he wasn't. In fact, he was far from it. It is very clear through the way Peter told Yondu about how he was scarred from Yondu's threats that it effected him very negatively and seriously. It wasn't just a little joke to Quill and in fact could be considered emotional abuse. I'm sure that there were more things Yondu did to Peter that made him not love him like the father he wished he could've been. Now this is were the fans get on my nerves. I see a lot of fan art and imagines where Yondu is bonding with young Quill like he was your normal average happy father. I'd been fine with this if people said that it was some sort of AU or stuff, but that's not what the case seems to be. And I'm sorry to break the fantasy, but that is just not what Yondu is like at all. Now, I like to believe that if Yondu had a BIOLOGICAL child and maybe even a partner to guide him along the way (you can tell I read a lot of Yondu X Readers ;) ), then things would be different. So, I'm not telling people to stop making what they like, as it is none of my business and as long as it makes them happy, than that's good enough for me. I'm just saying that I don't think it would hurt to see some Yondu content where he is very much in character. But hey, Yondu is amazing either way, so as long as he gets some love (unlike characters like Grimoire Weiss and Hugo Strange :'( ), then I'm happy. :)

#yondu udonta #yondu #gotg #gotgvol2 #yondaddy #peter quill #star lord #alternate universe #fanfic #hugo strange #grimoire weiss

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mirkwoodshewolf · 7 years

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Mama Guardian; Gamora x child reader

This comes from a Wattpad requester who is now a dear friend of mine and this was my first Gamora x child reader fic. I hope I end up pleasing everyone on here with some of them and I promise I will be posting up more fics both child and romantic oneshots for the next few days :) Anyways like usual I do NOT own GOTG they belong to Marvel/Disney/Stan Lee :)

Warnings: Bullying (STOP BULLYING FOREVER), violence, and teeth rotting fluff towards the end.

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"Okay next up is (y/n) (y/l)" My teacher called out to the class. I stood up proudly and walked up and stood in front of the class ready to give my report on my favorite person in the whole world.

"My name is (y/n) and the person I love most in the whole wide world is my mother. Her name is Gamora and she is a Guardian of the Galaxy. She travels the entire galaxy in a spaceship called the Milano and she saves planets and kicks butt. She's a warrior and I love her and that's why my mom is my favorite person in the whole wide world". I then showed everyone a drawing I made of her but instead of the kids clapping, Bobby exclaimed.

"She's green!"

"Bobby! That wasn't very nice" my teacher Miss Murry stated.

"That's not your mom. She's an alien!" Suzy stated. Soon all the kids in my class began to laugh and make fun of me by saying things like.

"No wonder she's weird".

"Hey guys, my mom's a freaky alien from outer space!"

rrrf "Yeah well my dad's the president of Uranus!" Soon the bell rang for dismissal and everyone left as they kept laughing at me. I packed up my books when Miss Murry said.

"(Y/n) may I talk to you for one second," I walked up to her and she said, "(y/n), sweetie maybe next time we should try to keep things like this to ourselves okay sweetie?"

"But Miss Murry, she is my mother! And I love her".

"And I know that she loves you too but, the other kids may not see that. So please just try to keep things about your mother to yourself, okay?"

"Okay" I muttered sadly.

"Good girl, now off you go, wouldn't want to miss your bus". I walked sadly out of the classroom and got on the bus and sat down as I looked at the picture of my mom solemnly. Suddenly it came out from my hands and I turned to see it was Kevin, Jimmy and Sean sitting behind me.

"She's so freaky looking just like you freak!" Kevin exclaimed."Is she supposed to be your imaginary friend?" asked Sean.

"No! That's my mom! Her name is Gamora and she's a Guardian of the Galaxy! And she would beat you guys up if she saw you making fun of me".

"Ohhh we're so scared, ohhh!" The boys all mocked me and trembled in fear before they started laughing.

"She ain't your mom!"

"Yeah, she looks more like a green booger monster than anything else!" Jimmy said before ripping up my drawing.

"No! Stop that! That's my mom!" Kevin then pushed me off my seat and soon the bus driver stopped and said.

"Alright you little animals get off!" Soon we came out and as soon as everyone was off the bus I grabbed the pieces of my now torn up drawing and walked out heartbroken as I kept my eyes down at my torn drawing.

When I reached my house, I immediately ran up to my room and shut the door and ran to my bed and cried into my pillow. I heard a knock at my bedroom door and in that moment I knew that it was my dad who was at the door.

"Hey sweet pea, you okay in there?" He opened the door and I soon felt a dip in my bed and a hand gently stroking my back, "do you want to talk about it?"

"Why does no one believe she's my mama? I look like her right?" I choked out.

"Oh sweetie, come here" my dad picked me up and held me close to him and gently rocked me. "I know it's hard. But know that your mother does love you and she would do anything for you, she's always with you even though she's not really here, and she loves you very, very much. And yes, you have your mother's looks as well as her beautiful eyes".

"Really?"

"Yes, now why don't we have some dinner and then watch a movie". I nodded then daddy carried me out and we ate dinner and ended up watching "Finding Nemo" and "A Bug's Life". When bedtime came around, daddy tucked me in and kissed me goodnight and said, "goodnight sweet pea".

"Goodnight daddy". I closed my eyes and soon I fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning as the school day began, I didn't expect what was to happen next.

As we were going over our addition and subtraction problems, a sudden boom came from outside the school. The lights went off and soon we were all in a panic, crying and screaming.

"Attention students and teachers, this is immediate lockdown, Repeat this is immediate lockdown. Please lock your doors and get to a hidden corner of your current classroom!" Principle Gardens stated over the intercom. Miss Murry quickly bolted our door shut then assuringly guided us to the corner of our classroom where the bad guys wouldn't see us. As we all huddled up, Miss Murry tried to comfort all of us and get us to stop crying so that hopefully the bad guys wouldn't come for us.

Unfortunately, the door was soon shot down and three aliens plus a guy that had robot parts in him like a cyborg came out and spoke to the aliens in a strange language. Their guns pointed right at us when Miss Murry stepped forward and stated.

"Please, just take me, leave these children alone. You can kill me if you wish but please, don't harm these kids".

"We only seek one, the daughter of my traitor sister Gamora! Our sources say she is here and we will kill anyone who gets in our way". The cyborg man demanded.

"Well it won't work because the girl you're looking for isn't here in my class".

"You lie Terran female!" The cyborg then hit Miss Murry across the face and she went down to the ground. We all cried out her name and that's when I was suddenly grabbed by one of the aliens, I struggled to get free but the alien's grip was too strong for me to break free.

"Korath, we found the girl!" The alien said.

"Excellent, we now head for Lord Thanos, he's been looking for this child a long time" he said as he took me from the alien. As they began to lead me out of the classroom, I began to pray with all my might that by a miracle my mom and the rest of the Guardians would come to save me and the rest of my school.

And I would soon see that my prayers were answered.

Suddenly one of the aliens was shot down by a powerful blast, another one was picked up by what looked like twigs and branches while the one that originally handled me was tackled towards the wall.

"KORATH!!!" A familiar voice screamed out in anger. I looked forward and there stood my mom and the other Guardians of the Galaxy.

"Gamora".

"Let her go Korath!"

"Afraid not, Thanos has been told of your child Gamora, and though he failed with you, he will not fail to make your bloodline as weak as you are". Korath then picked me up and took off running as I screamed for my mom.

Gamora growled then took off running but not before Peter cried out.

"Gamora hold on!"

"No! You four stay here and deal with the others, Korath is mine and mine alone!" As Gamora disappeared out of the school, Peter whistled and said.

"Man, I hope Korath is ready".

"Ready for what?" asked Drax.

"What you did to him back on Xandar Drax, is nothing compared to what mama bear's gonna do to him when she catches him".

As Korath ran towards his ship with me tightly dangling from his waist, a knife was thrown at his back which made him drop me and him come down onto his knees. I quickly took my chance to hide behind a nearby tree and watched as mama stood before Korath.

"It is true then, you have grown soft, sister". Korath quickly drew out his sword but mama blocked it with her own sword and the two battled it out. When it seemed that Korath would win, my mama suddenly gained the upper hand and began to slash, kick, and even break Korath's limps even to the point of ripping one of his robotic arms off and when she finally had her sword right to his neck she then muttered.

"A mother never grows soft". She then stabbed Korath's through the robotic parts of his head and he collapsed onto the ground. Mama turned around and I ran towards her and she took me in her arms as I cried softly.

"You came, you came back".

"Of course I did, when I was told Korath had returned and was heading here to Terra, I was afraid he'd find you".

"You were?"

"Of course, everyone gets afraid of something, it's our job to decide whether we act upon them or not".

"Guess in a way that Korath was right, you have gotten soft mama" I laughed and she said.

"Oh really? Well am I soft now?" She then proceeded to tickle my sides as she peppered kisses and raspberries on my cheeks and neck making me laugh even more.After that, we headed back inside the school to meet up with the other Guardians and my classmates and Uncle Peter said.

"Hey, you okay kid?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Uncle Peter".

"Ha! See told yah she sees me as the awesome uncle".

"More like the uncool, stupid uncle really". Rocket stated.

"Hey!"

"I am Groot".

"He's right, no more fighting you two, we are in the presence of children". Mama said as she gestured to me and my class. I then took notice of how every one of my classmates were looking at me and my mom together.

"Wow, she really is her mom". Jenny said.

"Yeah, and she does kick butt".

"She is a super mom". Kevin, Kimmy and Sean soon stepped forward and Kevin said.

"Hey, (y/n) we're sorry for not believing you".

"Yeah we had no idea that Gamora was really your mom" said Sean.

"Yeah, we're sorry". Said Jimmy.

"It's okay guys, I forgive you". I said. The boys smiled but then my mom gave them a warning.

"But should you boys make fun of my daughter again, what happened out there, will seem like child's play to what I will do to you three". The boys soon looked scared almost like they peed their pants (which they kinda did haha). After Uncle Peter talked about paying for the damages done to the school, mama and the rest of the Guardians took me out for a little flight in the Milano for the rest of the day.

And that's why I love my mama.

#gotg #guardians of the galaxy #gamora #gamora x child reader #fluff

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