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spooky-switch · 3 months
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Mama Bird || Guardians Of The Galaxy Vol. 3 Tickle Fic (Squealing Santa 2023)
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Summary: The new baby raccoons have imprinted on Rocket and will not leave him alone; Quill couldn't be more amused.
Author's Notes: This is my Squealing Santa gift for @fanficsandfluff! I hope you enjoy it! It's such an honor to have been chosen to write for one of my biggest inspirations in this community!
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"Oh, come on!" Rocket groaned, watching as the fluffy little creatures stumbled after him, letting out little cries for attention. "I know you guys wanna play, but I've got work to do! I can't hold ya' all the time!"
The smaller raccoons gave no indication of understanding (or caring about) what Rocket was saying, mewls growing louder at the sound of his rocket.
"I am Groot." Groot chuckled, grinning down his friend. Rocket gave a small scoff, shaking his head.
"I got LUCKY raisin' you so good with how you acted out. This is WAY different; look how many of them there are! And they're so...small!" Rocket retorted, letting out a soft sigh as the little creatures began to crawl up his legs, seeking the comforting warmth of his torso.
"You're the one who wanted to take them so badly." Quill chimed in, a gigantic grin of his own plastered to his face. "Besides, you're their mama bird, of course they'd wanna stick with you 24/7."
Rocket shot his captain a glare. "I ain't no mama bird! Besides, it's not like I could just leave them behind on that ship, could I?"
Quill shrugged. "True, but I DID offer to drop them off on earth once I had recovered, and you were the one who turned down the suggestion."
"You can't just drop them off on some strange planet they've never been to! They wouldn't have made it there, either!"
"Rocket, they CAME from earth, they would've been fine. Besides, it's not like I would have just dumped them in the woods somewhere. Earth has people specifically trained to take care of creatures like them until they are old enough to survive on their own." Quill replied, a teasing glimmer entering his eyes. "I think you just got attached to them and knew you'd miss them."
The older raccoon huffed. "Oh, shut up!" He looked down, watching as two or three of the little ones made it to his torso, immediately attempting to burrow under his clothing to gain better access to the soft, warm fur of his stomach. "Hey, watch it, will ya?" He grunted, half-heartedly attempting to nudge the little creatures away.
"I am Groot!" The tree-like alien snickered, shoulders shaking with barely contained mirth.
"S-Shut up! I ain't ticklish, I just don't want them crawlin' all over me like a bunch of little bugs!" Rocket snapped, though there was no malice behind his words, and a smile was already tugging at his lips as he continued trying to pry the little raccoons off of him.
"Aw, come on! We all know THAT'S a lie!" Quill smirked, uncrossing his arms and wiggling a few teasing fingers Rocket's direction. "You're ticklish as shit, dude!"
"I said shut up!"
Rocket squirmed, hopping from foot to foot as soft titters began to build up in his throat. He could feel the little creatures' paws scratching gently (yet infuriatingly ticklishly) at his torso, quickly driving the older raccoon up the wall.
"Shihihihihihihit! Knohohohohock it ohohohohohohoff!" The raccoon giggled; he ACTUALLY giggled! Quill let out a snort of laughter, shoulders shaking as he tried to contain his mirth.
"Oho my god, this is the cutest shit I've ever seen!"
"I am Groot!" Groot replied, nodding in head in agreement, causing Rocket's cheeks to heat up beneath his fur. The raccoon lurched forward, a wheezy cackle tumbling out as one of the little balls of fur found a particularly comfortable (and ticklish) spot on his stomach and nuzzled up to it.
"I'M GOHOHOHOHOHONNA KILL YOU BOHOHOHOHOTH! HELP MEHEHEHEHEHE!"
Quill raised a brow. "Now, why would I do that after you LITERALLY just threatened me? Nah, I think I'll just let the runts have their fun with you for a bit. You need to laugh more anyways." He retorted with a smirk, his sass only increasing Rocket's desire to wipe that smug grin off of his face the instant he managed to pull himself together. The raccoon was already plotting how to get his claws and tail on his leader's sensitive stomach and underarms; how to reduce the man to a shrieking mess.
Oho, yeah, Quill was a dead man.
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tastybluesprite · 1 year
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Learning new things
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My first Guardians of the galaxy fanfic!!! I absolutely love these films!! This takes place between after Endgame and before Guardians of the galaxy vol 3. I hope you enjoy!!! I had a lot of fun writing this.
Warnings: Some cursing if that’s uncomfortable for you, also this is a tickle fic so if you don’t like that or it makes you uncomfortable feel free not to read :)
Peter Quill had to admit he was surprised when he found out who his dad was, but he was very much glad to be rid of him, especially with everything he had done to Peter. He was also, even more so surprised, to find out he had a half sister. She had a strange way of speaking, but honestly, it grew on him as they hung out more. After having beaten Thanos, they were finally able to go back to the per usual wild and wacky adventures. But this time they had Mantis and Nebula on the team. Mantis still didn’t seem to know that much about humans and other alien species, or… well… anything for that matter. But that was ok with him. He didn’t mind at all teaching her new things. Accept for when it backfires…
“What is she doing?” Mantis asked when she saw Gamora on top of Drax, and she was skittering her fingers up and down his sides. Apparently he had pissed her off and she got him back the safest way she could.
Tickling.
Peters mouth twitched upwards, “you don’t know what tickling is?”
“No..” Mantis said curiously, “is that dangerous? Drax looks like he is in danger.”
Peter had to laugh at that. “No he isn’t in danger. He probably only feels like he is though.”
Mantis squinted in confusion. Peter sighed, “here let me show you.” He wiggled his fingers against her sides. Nothing.
He squeezed, poked, and prodded all over her sides and stomach, even daring to try and wiggle at her armpits. But she didn’t move or say anything.
Peter furrowed his eyebrows, “huh, I guess you aren’t ticklish.”
Mantis cocked her head slightly.
“Ticklish? Like ticking?”
“Yeah,” said Peter, “pretty much when someone is sensitive.”
“I am not sensitive?” Mantis asked.
“I guess not.” Peter said with a slight laugh and mild disappointment. It would’ve been nice to be able to tickle her and make her laugh.
“Are you sensitive?” Mantis asked with genuine curiosity.
Peter blushed, “w-wha- me? Uhm… I mean… I-I guess…”
Mantis then suddenly began to mimic Peters previous finger movements and wiggled her fingers against his sides.
Peter yelped, “OHOHOkahay l-let’s not do that…” He said as he grabbed her wrists to push her away.
“Why? Aren’t you ticklish?”
“Y-Yeah but…” Peter was completely red in the face by now. “It’s not something you always do to people.”
“He’s just being a big baby.” Gamora interjected. She had stopped tickling Drax a while ago and was listening to their conversation.
“Gamora…” Peter warned.
“Let me show you how it’s done.” Gamora told Mantis with a sly grin. Peter knew he was screwed. He couldn’t fight back against freaking Gamora, and he wasn’t stupid enough to try. All he could do was back away slowly and pray that she’d go easy on him.
Gamora pounced and within 2 seconds, she had him straddled with his arms forced in a death grip above his head.
“Watch and learn Mantis. From my experience, Peter Quill is one of the most ticklish people I’ve met in this galaxy.”
“Oh for fucks sake…” Peter said exasperatedly, as if to say ‘I cant believe this is happening right now.’
“What was that Quill?” Gamora asked as she poked his side, causing him to flinch and let out a small yet unwanted squeak.
“Nohohthing!” The anticipation was killing him.
“Why so giggly Peter?” Gamora teased.
“Yohohou sohohon ohohf ahah- nOHOahahahahaha…”
All Gamora had to do to shut him up was by digging into his armpits.
Immediately he was a laughing and squirming mess.
“Gahahamohahra wahahait thihihis ihihsnt fahahair!!!” He exclaimed through his laughter as he attempted to tug his arms down.
“Oh you want unfair?” Gamora teased, and she began squeezing at his side.
“NOOHOHO!!!!”
“He seems to be super ticklish there. Is it worst there?”Mantis asked as she observed Peters torture.
“I’m so glad you asked… but no it isn’t.” She smirked.
“Wait.. wait wait Gamora, no, don’t you even think about it…” the man called Star lord knew exactly where this was headed and he didn’t hate like it one bit. He started squirming around more desperately in attempts to escape.
“G-Gamora! N-NOHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
She began squeezing at his stomach and he was in absolute stitches. He violently thrashed around and let out loud belly laughter. Mantis had to laugh at that. She had never heard him laugh like that before.
“GAHAHAMOHOHRAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!!”
“Why’s that Peter? Is it that ticklish here?” Gamora asked with feigned innocence as she continued the squeezing, now adding in soft spidering movements on his belly.
“YOHOHOU KNOHOW IHIHTS BAHAHAHAD!!!”
“Is he ok?” Mantis asked with slight worry. She noticed that he seemed like he was almost dying.
“No, he’s a big boy. He can take it. Besides, he hasn’t even endured the worst of it yet.”
Gamora clawed her hands into his stomach and vibrated rapidly.
Peter arched his back, let out the unmanliest yet cutest squeal in the galaxy, and dissolved into silent hysterics.
Gamora soon decided to let up because she knew that being so ticklish only meant he could only endure so much for so long.
When she got off him he curled himself, as well as wrapping his arms around his belly protectively. He groaned at the soreness in his stomach muscles from laughing so much, as well as the remnant tingles from his stomach being overstimulated.
“I hahahate yohohu.” He muttered towards Gamora. Gamora just grinned, “what was that?” And she poked at a bit of stomach that was seen in the crack on his arm barrier, making him squeak and flinch away.
Mantis giggles. She supposed this was how you took down a big and powerful and tough star lord.
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wicketri · 2 months
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INTRODUCTION!
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Hello there! I’m Wicket! I use he/him pronouns. Welcome to my tickle blog!
Here, you will find a cozy collection of clips, art, fics, and so much more!
THIS BLOG IS STRICTLY SFW. I AM A MINOR. NSFW TK BLOGS POLITELY DO NOT INTERACT!
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FANDOM LIST!
BOLDED ARE WHAT I AM CURRENTLY (MOSTLY) INTO!
- Team Fortress 2
- The Maze Runner Series
- Bondi Rescue
- Teen Wolf
- Unus Annus / Markipler & friends
- The Outsiders
- Guardians of the Galaxy
- Gravity Falls
- The Artful Dodger
- Tim Burton Films
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marvelouslyfluffy · 3 years
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Fixed Mistakes
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Rocket x Reader
After Rocket gets mad at you for breaking one of his latest inventions, he feels guilty and tries to cheer you up.
Word Count: 1,119
You were in the Milano, aimlessly drifting through space. The Guardians of the Galaxy had not had a mission in weeks and everyone was getting antsy, including yourself. There were only so many times you could read your favorite books or listen to Peter’s mix tapes.
You decided to look for the other Guardians to help you cure your boredom. Peter and Groot were asleep, so you didn’t want to wake them. Drax and Gamora were busy training, but you didn’t have the energy to join them. You began to walk towards Rocket’s room and heard him muttering to himself. You stopped at his doorway, his back towards you.
“Hey, Rocket.” you said softly. Rocket continued to mutter to himself.
“Rocket?” you said louder. The muttering stops as his ears twitch in your direction. He finally turned to look up at you.
“Hey, kid. What’s goin’ on?” he asked.
“I’m bored. Can I stay with you for a bit?” You asked.
“Sure, why not?” You sat on his bed as he hunched back over his current project. The two of you sat in silence for a while as you watched him put his full attention into his work.
“What are you working on?” you asked, breaking the silence.
“The blaster that decided to quit on me halfway through our last mission.” he replied. You nodded.
“Can I help?” You asked.
“I don’t know, kid. This one has a lot of complicated parts. One wrong move and the whole ship could explode.” he warned.
“Aw, come on! How am I supposed to learn if you don’t give me a chance?” you argued.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Get down here.” You settled next to him as he began to give you instructions. A while passed and you were actually doing really well.
“Alright, the last thing we need to do is connect these two wires. Just make sure you hold them together for five seconds or they won’t fuse together properly,” Rocket instructs.
“Right, five seconds, got it.” you replied hurriedly as you joined the wires together. You counted in your head
1...2...3..4.5.
As you let go, a bright purple beam of light shot across the room. You both ducked and heard a crashing sound. Your heads slowly lifted and saw pieces of one of Rocket’s other inventions scattered in pieces all over the floor. Rocket slowly turned his head toward you, his lips in a snarl and his ears flat against his head. You winced at his appearance.
“I told you to hold it for five seconds!” he snapped.
“I-I counted to five. I thought it was long enough.” you replied sheepishly.
“Obviously not! Now look at what you did! I was almost finished with this too!” he yelled as he scrambled to pick up the shattered pieces.
“I’m… I’m sorry, Rocket.” you whispered, fighting back tears.
“Just get out! I’ll finish the blaster myself since you can’t do it right.”
You briskly walked back to your room to keep Rocket from seeing you cry. You didn’t like showing your emotions to the other Guardians, especially Rocket who teased you for it. You flopped onto your bed, tears streaming down your face. You grabbed the Walkman next to you, placed the headphones over your ears and slowly fell asleep as you listened to Awesome Mix Vol. 1.
A couple of hours passed by and you finally began to wake up. You stirred and noticed something out of the corner of you eye. You gasped and jumped but soon noticed it was Rocket sitting at the foot of your bed. You sat up trying to think of something to say, but nothing came out. You hung your head, still embarrassed of what had happened.
“Hey, kid,” Rocket greeted gently. You slowly raised your head, still unsure of what to say. “I was pretty harsh with you earlier, and I wanted to say I’m sorry.”
“Thanks.” you replied dryly.
“I was able to fix everything.” he stated.
“Glad to know you fixed my screw ups.” you briskly replied, turning your head away.
“You may be happy to know that I actually found… an error. I actually had to hold the wires for 10 seconds.”
“Wow, a mistake from you? That’s rare.” you teased.
“Hey, don’t get used to it.” he playfully scolded. You closed your eyes and softly chuckled. You caught yourself starting to giggle as you felt something soft flicking against your feet.
“Rockehehet!”
“What? I’m not doing anything.” he replied sarcastically.
“Yehes you ahahare!”
“What am I doing?” he asked.
“Tihickling mehehehe!” your giggling increased as his tail moves faster.
“That’s not tickling, this is tickling!” He pounced onto you and immediate began scribbling his fingers all over your belly.
“Rohohohockehehehet! Stohohop!” you managed to yell as your laughter increased.
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop,” You breathed a sigh of relief. “And go to your ribs instead!” he added and began to knead his fingers between the muscles of each individual rib. Your laughter turned to squeaks as you tried to pull Rocket’s hands away, but he was too fast. His hands went higher and higher up your rib cage until he reached under your arms and began to attack.
“AHH! NOHOHO, STOHOHOHOP!!” You screamed.
“Oh ho ho, now I’ve got you!” Rocket chuckled as he continued.
“LET ME GOHOHOHOHO!” You begged.
“Aww, is it too much for you?” Rocket cooed, not easing up. You suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming quickly in your direction. You turned to see Peter catching his breath, his face turning from concerned to relieved. Rocket continued tickling you as you hoped Peter could help you escape.
“Oh my God, don’t scare me like that!” Peter exclaimed. “I could hear you screaming from across the ship. I thought something was wrong!”
“Nah, everything’s good. Right, kid?” he turned back to you as you were gasping for air, tapping his arm in a feeble attempt to make him stop.
“I think they’ve had enough, Rocket. Besides, we need them alive. We have a new mission.” Peter replied. Rocket finally stopped as you gasped for air.
“Alright fine, we’ll be there in a minute.” Rocket said. You mouthed a “thank you” to Peter. He smirked and walked away. Rocket climbed off of you and hopped off the bed. He turned and pointed at you.
“That’s what you get for breaking my stuff!” he shouts.
“Hey, you were the one that was wrong about the wires!” you replied.
“Careful, unless you want to go for round two later.” He playfully warned. He winked and began to walk to the center of the ship. You smiled, still trying to catch your breath. Maybe you didn’t mind him doing it again.
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fanficsandfluff · 2 years
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"Now ya listen here-!" (for GOTG maybe?)
Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five...
(you will see that I am handling the "next five" part very loosely lol)
"Now ya listen here!"
"Yeah? Try me, rat face!"
"That's it!" Rocket lunged at the oh-so-annoying Star-Lord, fighting with all his might not to just get flung off the bigger Terran's body. He latched on and a strangled squeaking sound made it out of Peter.
There was a pause in the action when Rocket leered at Peter and he grinned. Peter felt warm all of a sudden, why was he warm? the fighting it must be, yeah, the fighting and not the--oh shit.
Claws and fur make for a heck of a ticklish fight. And an unfair one, too, might he add. Rocket got Peter Quill to listen to him, all right. Music to his pointed ears.
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shyficwriter · 3 years
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Epilogue to: You Are So Screwed
Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x the Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)
Summary: Life after the gang found out that Terrans are ticklish.
Author’s Note: This is an epilogue to You Are So Screwed. I recommend reading that story first if you haven’t yet!
Word Count: 1,486
Epilogue:
It didn’t take long for the others to find opportunities to torment you and Peter with their newfound trick.
Mantis would often sneak up behind and startle you with surprise tickles for no reason other than she just couldn’t get over how adorable you were when you giggled and squirmed away.
You were on the receiving end of this more often than Peter, however. Probably because you couldn’t find it in yourself to actually yell at her for it. She was never merciless and her tickles were always brief and light hearted, so you supposed you could get over it.
Rocket, on the other hand, was truly evil.
As would be expected, Peter was the first to make the mistake of calling Rocket a raccoon in a fit of frustration only a few days after Rocket learned about his new Terran weakness.
You watched on as you saw Rocket’s expression turn from angry to one of smug mischief. He gave Groot a look which Groot seemed to understand.
Peter didn’t even have a chance to notice what was happening, much less get away, before Groot extended his vines and had him pinned down on the ground. Rocket wasted no time and immediately dug in, reducing Peter to squealing laughter in no time at all, all the while taunting him with “Not so tough now, are you Star-Munch?!” and “This will teach you!”
Peter let out a particularly loud screech when Rocket dug in under his arms which prompted Gamora and Kraglin to come running to see what was the matter. When they came to find that Peter was only being tickled by Rocket they merely rolled their eyes and laughed. Peter cried out for one of them to please get the “Rabid Raccoon” off of him, but of course this only made things much worse. Rocket doubled his efforts in his attack stating that Peter was going to really get it now.
Kraglin and Gamora laughed harder at this and walked away, leaving Peter to his squealing torture until eventually Rocket had his fill, ending the torture by making Peter beg for mercy and promise that he’d never call him a raccoon again. At the end of it Peter was completely breathless and decided to just curl up and take a nap right there on the floor. You quickly but quietly backed out of the room before Rocket remembered you were there, just in case he got any ideas.
If that wasn’t bad enough, the next day it was clear Peter was really getting the short end of the stick.
Word got around the ship that Gamora found out the hard way that tickling Peter first thing in the morning to force him out of bed probably wasn’t the best idea.
Sure, it seemed effective in waking the Terran man up from a stubborn sleep, but that didn't mean that there weren’t consequences.
After Peter refused to wake up, Gamora straddled him and attacked his ribs, quickly getting his attention. It didn’t take long for him to begin pleading for her to stop. However, Gamora decided not to stop right away. This ‘tickling’ thing was quite intriguing, and she knew he was only whining out of annoyance, right?
Wrong.
It quickly became a new guideline that morning that if the Terrans start whining that they need to pee, you’re definitely going to want to stop tickling them. Because reasons.
For obvious reasons Peter didn’t really want to talk about it. In fact, he didn’t really talk to anyone at all that whole morning.
A few days later after the whole embarrassing incident with Peter had been pretty much forgotten, Gamora, Drax, and yourself decided to hop in the Benatar to go on a supply run with Peter. The rest of the team decided to stay back on the quadrant ship.
You managed to forget to bring your book, so to stave off boredom you decided to create a little mischief to occupy yourself. You filled your time with throwing random small objects at Peter (quickly turning away each time as if you hadn’t done so), and forcing bad puns into conversation. This lasted about an hour before Drax stood up and walked over to where you sat still strapped into your seat.
“You are being annoying.” He said, matter-of-factly, strangely without a hint of annoyance to be found anywhere in his voice.
“Yes?” you raised an eyebrow, unsure where this was going.
“It’s still a confusing matter, but if I understand correctly, I should do this to make you stop.” He grabbed your arm by the wrist and lifted it up over your head.
You were momentarily confused, but it quickly became clear what he was up to when he began spidering his fingers in your underarm.
You squealed and squirmed in your seat, trying to push his tickling fingers away, but of course Drax is literally the strongest on the ship, you stood no chance. He didn’t even have to try. “Drax! Quit it!” you giggled, your feet kicking against the metal floor of the cockpit. “No fair!”
Drax turned to Peter. “Am I correct, Peter? You Earthers use tickling if someone is annoying? Like a mild punishment?”
“Close enough.” Peter laughed.
“Peter says this is fair.” Drax said, now laughing with you as he continued.
"Peter!” you whined, busy grabbing Drax’s wrist and attempting to push his hand away. For someone who didn’t understand tickling, he was surprisingly good at it. You were doing your best to slide down your seat to get away from your torment, all the while your heels still scraped the floor as you kicked out and laughed.
Drax let go of your wrist and moved to tickling your ribs.
You squeaked and squirmed more, too preoccupied with attempting to grab his hands to try and unbuckle yourself to get away. Drax smiled. He thought he could see now why everyone else thought this was so funny. You looked absolutely adorable with the way your nose crinkled and your eyes squinted shut.
“Drax! Wait! Please! Haha! PETER!” you squealed, doubling over as best you could with your seatbelt and giggling adorably.
After a few more moments Peter finally decided to show mercy. “Alright, Drax. I think she’s learned her lesson.” he laughed.
Drax relented and returned to his seat to strap in for landing, leaving you to catch your breath. “I think I see now why everyone else enjoys that so much. It’s adorable,” he said.
As far as Yondu and Kraglin were concerned, because they had already known about it, the novelty had already worn off years ago. Therefore, unlike with the others, you and Peter were generally safe around them when it came to the increased random tickle attacks you were now receiving upon the rest of the gang’s discovery. Though they did occasionally throw more pokes and rib tweaks you guy’s way now just to be annoying.
However, that’s not to say that Yondu had forgotten what Mantis had told him about how she had felt that despite your threats, you and Peter didn’t actually hate being tickled that much. He secretly started using it almost as a reward at times, if you or Peter had just finished helping him with something, he’d give a brief playful tickle to your tummy or the back of your necks while teasingly praising you for “doing such a good job.” You’d always playfully swat him away and Peter would do the same, though usually acting more cranky because he’s “a grown man, dang it!” and  “too old for that! Geeze!” He didn’t know what Mantis had told Yondu, but even if he had, he likely wouldn’t admit it in a million years, because again, “he’s too old for that!” Sure, Peter. Sure. 
One day after you helped Yondu with something in the kitchen and he playfully tickled for your good job, you laughed out, “If I did such a good job why do you always tickle me after!”
He gave you a knowing grin and tickled you some more, saying. “’Cause Mantis told me another secret. You and Peter might make threats and complain, but apparently ya’ll ‘don’t completely hate being tickled’ after all.”
Your face got red as you managed a “Shut up. Quit it!” through your giggles.  Yondu laughed, able to tell the change in your color wasn’t wasn’t from your own laughter.
“I’ll take that as an admission.” He chuckled, ceasing his attack on your belly.
You straightened up, face still blushed and lightly punched him in the arm.
“Don’t ya worry,” he said, pulling you into a side hug. “This one can stay between us. Ya don’t gotta be embarrassed about it.”
“Promise?” you asked, still blushing.
He grinned, pulling you tighter into the hug for a moment before surprising you with another brief tickle to your tummy, eliciting a happy squeak from you. “Ya, promise.”
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Blue Christmas
Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy
Hey guys! Here's a fic for this year's Squealing Santa. Thank you so much @ticklygiggles for hosting this year! This fic was written for @tickletastic, it's not great but I hope you like it!
Summary: despite Peter Quill's years in space, Christmas time always brings back some sweet memories turned sour. His newfound friends, however, can't bear the sight, and do their best to embrace this strange earth tradition and give him a holiday he'll never forget.
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"Whats wrong with Peter?"
Gamora stood in the doorway, looking expectantly at her fellow guardians, excluding Peter of course. Drax turned to face her, shrugging, nudging Rocket to do the same. "I am unsure," Drax spoke "I didn't notice anything different." She glanced at Rocket, who shrugged and went back to tinkering with an unidentifiable machine in front of him.
"I am Groot." A small voice called from the floor. Pulling on Rockets pant leg, the small tree creature pointed at the paper calendar that Peter still kept as a keepsake from earth. "Well how should I know what the circled square means? I doubt that has anything to do with Quill."
"I am Groot." The child persisted. "So what if that day is this week? He's probably just pissed or tired or I don't know." Gamora perked up at this, wandering to the wall where the calendar hung. Sure enough, the circled day was just a few days away, something labeled "Christmas". She took it from the wall, the worn pages shuffling in her hands. Could this be a Terran celebration? "I'll go ask Quill," she interjected, the bickering between her friends not slowing when she spoke. Keeping her thumb on the page, she closed the small booklet, walking to find Peter.
She found him in a remote corner of the ship, staring at the wall in front of him with music blaring in his headphones loud enough to hear down the hall. Carefully, she approached, taking his headphones off and placing them around his neck. Peter looked up, slapping on a fake smile. "What's wrong?" She started before he could speak. His smile faltered before he perked up again, trying to keep his image. "Nothing, why-" "Peter you've been acting strange for weeks." He sighed, sitting up. "Nothing is wrong, I promise. Just-" he took a breath "there's this holiday back on Earth. When it comes around all I can think about is my mom and my life before I left. I'll be fine." His voice shook a little at the end of his sentence, redness rising to his cheeks as he tried to supress his emotions. Without replying she sat next to him, putting an arm around him and pulling him to rest his head on her shoulder. Peter hesitantly did so, appreciating the gesture from the normally closed off woman. She couldn't just ignore this Terran holiday, not if it meant this much to him. It broke her heart to see him like this, but if she wants to do something about she'd better get help.
A few days later, Peter woke up to the sound of crashing. Though a fairly normal occurance on the ship, it still startled him. Groggily rubbing sleep from his eyes, he stood, shuffling to the door of his quarters and slapping at the wall to find the light switch. Shirtless and barefooted, he stumbled through the door as it slid open, waking up a bit as he was met with an unexpected sight.
Twinkling Christmas lights.
Well, kind of. It was an extremely long strand of lights that had been either replaced with a colored light, painted, or covered with something colorful and translucent. The strand ran nearly everywhere, making a messy web across the ceiling. Peter stared up at them while he wandered down the hallway, having to duck as some of them were lower than the height of an average human. As he wandered the "decorations" were becoming more and more obscure, random objects hung from string or hooks off of the light strands. Screwdrivers, pieces of metal, trinkets from his console and various other things dangled precariously above him, making him wonder if this was all some strange lucid dream. He rounded a corner into one of the main rooms and stopped dead in his tracks.
The crew didn't notice him at first, all focusing on trying to get the decorations finished. In the corner sat a hacked up plant, probably from a planet they recently went on a mission to, some chairs and boxes placed in a circle near it to make a small sitting area. Objects wrapped in whatever paper they could find sat under the plant and lights were strung around it, holding it to the wall as it shared the same strings. Rocket clung to the strings of lights on the wall, putting up his homemade ornaments with obvious frustration and confusion, Drax and Gamora huddled around a counter off to the side, seemingly trying to figure out a recipe as ingredients covered the surface in front of them, and Groot was doing his best to cover things in paper and put them under tree. Peter felt himself start to cry.
Gamora heard Peter sniffle. Turning towards the noise she set down the unfamiliar vegetable in her hand and strided towards him, picking up the pace as redness flooded his face and tears began to fall. "What's wrong? Is this not correct?" She asked, worried. She pulled him into her embrace, surprised when he hugged her back tightly. He let go and let Gamora guide him to sit down. The others joined and looked to him expectantly, thinking they had done something wrong. Peter wiped his tears, sitting up straight, though his breathing still shook. "We did our best, we tried to research all we could and tried to replicate what Terrans would have done." Gamora said. Peter nodded, smiling. Groot pulled gently on his pants leg to get his attention, holding up a messily wrapped rectangular object. He took it, holding back another onslaught of tears. "I just-" he looked at his friends, at a loss for words. "Thank you," his voice cracked "thank you so much." He fidgeted with the present in his hand, looking up towards them, beaming. "Y'know, every year mom would still wake up before me on Christmas to put everything together. Even when I was old enough to not believe in santa or magic she still did it." He sniffled, wiping at his face. "That was magic enough to me- and since I left I hadn't felt the same about Christmas until now." He licked his lips and scrunched up his face, trying not to cry again. "She would have been thankful for all of you doing this."
They smiled, relieved. Peter looked back down at his gift, turning it over in his hand. Without hesitation he picked at the corner of the wrapping, peeling the paper off with excitement. Inside there was a white cassette tape labeled "best of maddonna" in sloppy handwriting. "That was harder to get than I thought it would be" Rocket mused "dude I got it from wanted a ridiculous amount of credits for it. Lucky for me he wasn't an observant guy. You'd think he wouldn't leave something that expensive out on a desk." Peter smiled, thanking him and slipping the tape into his pocket for safe keeping. He stood, taking in his surroundings again. Despite the mess it was awfully sweet and beautiful in its own way. He could feel his face heating up again.
"C'mon now, don't be like that. I thought this was supposed to be a happy holiday." Gamora teased, giving a few playful pokes to his bare side. Peter flinched away, batting at her hand. She gave him a sinister grin. "Hey, don't look at me like that!" Rocket glanced up at her, catching on and cracking his knuckles, following Peter closely as he began to back away. "Drax, please, get them to knock it off?" The human began to raise his hands in defence as he backed up, shuffling around chairs. "No, I believe this is for your own good. What was the saying that went with this celebration? Merry Christmas? You don't seem to be too merry." Despite his nervousness he began to giggle, the sound only bubbling up louder as his back collided with the wall. "I am Groot!" A small voice chimed in. "You too?! Traitor!"
"Drax, hold him down."
Peter shrieked as the larger man ran at him, bringing him to the floor with ease. Before he could protest, his arms were above his head and his friends were hell-bent on making him laugh. And laugh he did.
Gamora straddled his waist, running her nails over his ribs and sides as Peter shook his head wildly and did his best to wiggle away from her reach. She grinned when he snorted at the light scritching at his stomach. Rocket put his claws to good use at his knees, scratching lightly and quickly at the backs making him kick out and yell protests. "Ah!! No, stop! You all suuuhuhuck!!" He whined through his laughter, shrieking when Groot began to wiggle his small fingers into his neck. "I've got an idea" Gamora spoke mischievously. "How many ribs do you Terrans have again? Let me count them." Peter shook his head, beginning to plead before her fingertips collided with the very top ribs right under his arms. "Lets see here; one, two, three-" she counted as her fingers bounced over each bone, digging in lightly as Peter began to cackle. "No no no no no!! Stohahap! Enough!!" He squirmed and bucked, trying to throw her off, neck scrunched trying to block Groot's attempts as well. "Fine, fine, one more thing and we'll stop." She scooted down, hands still scribbling at his sides, lurching forwards and taking a deep breath before blowing a long and strong raspberry right into his tummy. He screamed before fallling back into light giggles, the group letting up and allowing him to recover. "All of you suck." Peter griped between greedy gasps for air. "But-" he sat up, pulling Groot into his arms and standing. "Thats what family is for." He could feel the eye roll that swept through the room, though he didn't regret what he said.
They were family enough to him, after all, they saved him from another blue Christmas.
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Like We Used To
AN: I know this is late, but I finished my last final yesterday so I can finally start writing more. This is for Thor’s day for Avengers week. I plan on writing the last 2 fics here soon, hope you enjoy!
Things were getting better. His relationship with Loki had been rocky at best, but it had been smoothening out for some time. And then the whole thing with Thanos happened, and the time travel, and suddenly things were okay again. He had journeyed through space with the guardians, each looking for a past version of someone they had lost. Gamora showed up first. She was wiry and kept escaping right from under their noses, but they finally cornered her. They convinced her that in a different time, their time, they were like a family. He still didn't know if she was fully persuaded, but she was willing to give them a chance. She had nothing else to turn to.
Thor continued his search for his brother on his own. He followed leads that turned up cold, and there were times when he saw a face in a crowd that seemed all too familiar. A lingering stare, a knowing smirk slipping into the sea of people. Finally, after years of searching, he caught up with the brother he thought was gone forever.
It was obvious that this was not the same brother he had lost. He had no recollection of certain events, because he didn't have the chance to live through them yet. He was still the brother that he loved and fought with, but all of the vital time spent reconciling with one another had been lost, leaving mostly bad blood between them, at least on Loki's end. The wounds were still fresh, and it took time to adjust to everything Thor told him.
Now that he was caught up to speed on things, he made an effort to be a better brother. They both did. It wasn't perfect, though it never had been. Thor supposed if it ever was, neither would like it and one of them would do something to disrupt the peace. For now, things were good. 
They were holed up in the equivalent of a space hotel, having no real home to return to. Loki was too nervous to return to Earth, fearing how they would react to him. Thor explained how so much has happened since that no one really cared anymore, but it still didn't feel right to him. Valkyrie was doing a great job ruling New Asgard, so he didn't feel a need to return. It was nice to finally be able to relax with the only family he had left.
They found themselves reminiscing their childhood, laughing at the foolish antics they used to partake in.
"Why did you stab me so much? It's not even like you were that mad most of the time," Thor chuckled. Loki found himself snickering along.
"You weren't paying attention to me, and I was bored mostly. It was just the first thing that would come to mind," he admitted.
Thor raised an eyebrow, "There's easier ways to get my attention."
Loki rolled his eyes, "I know that now. But you know you kinda liked it. You thought it was fun," he said with a smug smile. Thor was smiling now too.
"Only because it meant payback! And I think you enjoyed our training matches more than you let on."
"Psh only when I won, which wasn't often," he said dismissively. He tried to go back to reading his book, but now that they were talking, Thor didn't want to stop.
"We used to play so many games as children. What was your favorite?" he asked, shifting his position on his bed. Loki leaned back into the pillows on his own mattress, trying to get comfortable.
"Easy, it was be quiet children. You always lost," he darted his eyes up to glance at Thor before going back to the book. Thor let out a hearty laugh once more.
"I believe that was Father's favorite as well. It was practically the only way he could get some peace and quiet."
"Yes, I almost feel sorry for him." He turned the page, eyes scanning the words. Thor hummed in thought as he picked his favorite. It didn't take long before he came upon his answer. His grin turned feral, though Loki didn't seem to notice."
"Wanna know mine?"
"Oh do tell, I'm dying to know." His tone was drier than the Sahara dessert. He didn't even bother to look up.
"The monster," he answered. Loki tensed slightly and refused to look at him. Thor got on his hands and knees, ready to pounce. "I think we should play it," he said. His voice had a teasy note to it and a mischievous gleam in his eye.
Loki still adverted his eyes as he spoke, "Please don't." He lunged forth, not heeding his warning. He quickly tried to pin his brother down so that he could turn him into a giggly snorting mess. Instead, he got a face full of cushion when he phased straight through his brother's form. He was right about to question what just happened when he felt a weight slam into his side and knock him on his back. He looked up to see Loki looming over him.
"How many times are you gonna fall for the same trick?" he asked. He wore a wide, evil grin that nearly split his face in two. "Still wanna play monster?"
Thor chuckled nervously, "I'm starting to reconsider."
"Too late!" Loki exclaimed as he dug his fingers into his ribs. He threw his head back, laughing loud and free. Thor never held back his reactions when being tickled, he would lay there and take it, cackling his head off. Loki always tried to hold it in, too embarrassed of this silly weakness but ultimately falling victim to the inevitable mirth.
"Wow you were right, this game really is fun! Wouldn't you agree?" He was too busy being thrown into hysterics to answer properly, so he just nodded. How typical: he had never been shy about how much he loved this game, and that hadn't changed. Loki grinned and jammed his hands underneath his arms.
He practically screamed and grasped his wrists, but didn't shove him away. "Lohohoki nohoho!" Thor protested, although he didn't really mean it. Loki knew he didn't.
Loki cocked his head, "Oh but I've only just got started!" To prove his point, he switched spots and started scribbling along his stomach. Thor giggled deeply and smacked the bed with his hand, not knowing what else to do.
"Plehehease, hahave mercy!" Thor begged. Loki shook his head, tutting, "Not quite yet. If I remember correctly, this was a bad spot, yes?" His hands hovered over his hips. Before he could answer, Loki struck.
Thor snorted, throwing his head back as thunderous cackles erupted from his mouth. The younger man couldn't help the smile that broke out across his face. "Ah, so I was correct. Careful though, you don't want to start a thunderstorm."
Through his laughter, he yelled, "Thahahat's not hohow it wohohorks!"
"Yeah well you said you exploded with lighting when you were fighting our possibly fake sister, so I don't think you know how it works either," Loki retorted. He still wasn't sure how much he believed from what Thor had told him. His hands traveled down to squeeze his thighs before skittering along the backs of his knees. Thor snorted as he journeyed deeper into his decent of mirthful madness. He kicked his legs frantically, causing Loki to lose his balance and fall off. He tried to scramble to stay on the bed, but ultimately landed on the floor and pulled the covers off with him. Thor laid there, regaining his breath through residual chuckles. He leaned over the side and smiled down at his glaring brother and offered a hand.
Loki hesitated, seemingly judging whether he could trust him before accepting the help up. He sat down beside him. There was a calm beat of silence.
"I think I deserve some revenge, wouldn't you agree?"
Loki's head snapped to him, eyes wide and a nervous smile already creeping on his face. "Wha- no! Stay away from me!"
A lot of things have changed, but one thing would always remain a constant. They were brothers, and they would continue to play these silly childish games. The past stayed the same, but the future was shrouded in mystery waiting to be discovered. Though for now, they would continue to play like they used to.
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Jerk of a brother (peter quill x sister!reader)
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Summary: your brother Peter is bored and decides to mess with you to pass the time.
Warnings: zip, nada, none.
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There wasn't always much activities to do normally since you lived on a ship, so everyone is more prone to get bored. But when your brother was bored, it was a different story.
See, when you're bored, all you get is a "Too bad, go read a book." But when Peter gets bored, he does something about it. And usually about 99.9% of the time, it's spent messing around and bothering you.
And you hated it.
"Come on, short stack, open up." Peter begged while banging on your door. "No, leave me alone." You yelled through the other side. "Come on, I'm bored!" You rolled your eyes and walked away from the door.
About 5 minutes ago, Peter had walked in the room looking for something to do and when he saw you, he started to tell you jokes and funny stories when you were perfectly fine reading your book. When you didn't pay him the attention he wanted, he started to poke around your torso. So before it got serious, you ran to your room and locked yourself in before he could reach you.
"Not my fault, go bother gamora or something. Or why don't you build something with rocket?" You suggested, hoping he would take it and leave you alone so you could go back to your book. "But they're all doin' their own thing." Ugh, you were so frustrated. "Yeah, well, so was I! Yet you didn't have a problem bothering me!" You threw yourself on your bed. "But you're my baby sis.." "so?" "So, you were made to entertain me." "WHAT? That's ridiculous, no I wasn't. Now, leave me alone. Bother. Someone. Else." After that, he didn't answer. Silence. You stood and walked to the door as quietly as possible. You couldn't hear anything. You bent down and looked under your door. You didn't see his feet. You sighed of relief and opened the door to run down and get your book but as soon as you did, you screamed as Peter pushed his way into your quarters with a smile. "Aww, thanks y/n-boo, you opened up for me." You pushed at him and he grabbed you and lifted you up and brought you on the bed. As soon as you landed, you tried to run out but he had trapped you. "Now, where should I start?" He went to grab your arms and you dodged them. "Get OFF me! How about you start nowhere?" You spat. "That's no way to talk to your brother, boo-bear. Be nice." You winced at that wretched nickname he calls you all the time. "I told you to stop calling me that, star-jerk." You squirmed as much as you could but you couldn't move an inch. " Hey, I said be nice y/n-bear." He said as he started poking your ribs. You closed your eyes and bit your lips. You were not going to give him the satisfaction. "Come on, smile for me." He scratched at your belly. It took all you had to not flash a smile. You tried biting your tongue to stop yourself from smiling. He chuckled and dug deeper. A snort. "Come on..." He traced along your sides. A giggle. He was getting closer. "peheter. Stohop." You squeaked. "Oh, was that a giggle?" He surprised you by stabbing his fingers in your armpits and that's when you gave in. "Nohohohoho pehehehehete!" You giggled. "There it is! I knew I'd get it outta ya." He then blew a big raspberry on your belly. "AHAHAHAHAHA DOHOHON'T, I HAHAHATE YOHOHOU!" You thrashed against him but he had you pinned remarkably well. "You know you love me," he said. He blew 3 more raspberries before twirling his finger in your belly button. "Aw, look, it's your little laughter button." He chuckled as you squealed with watery eyes. "Ah, this is so entertaining." He squeezed your hips and was having trouble keeping you pinned since you were bucking so hard. He was driving you nuts so you did what you thought was best. "DRAHAHAHAX!" You screamed. Peter covered your mouth before you could say anything else all while still tickling you. "SHHHHHH. Shut up ya little snitch." You shook your head trying to shake his hand off. When you did, you screamed again but this time he stuck his hand in your neck. "DR-ACK!" You squeaked. "Nohohohoho please stohohop!" "Umm... fine but you have to do my chores tomorrow." "Fihihine you ahahasshole." "I mean it though, ALL of my chores." "Fine, yehehes! Now let me go!" He finally got off you and ruffled your hair. You slapped his hand away and stood up to go get your book.
Just then, Drax came into your quarters and looked around cautiously for 20 seconds before shrugging his shoulders. "I thought I heard my name being called. I guess not." Then, he walked out as quickly as he had come, leaving you to roll your eyes and Peter to chuckle.
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The God’s Little Secret
☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader
☆ Synopsis: When Loki is in a bit of trouble, you offer to help, you didn’t expect to discover an interesting little fun fact about your favorite mischievous scamp. But does he hate as much as he claims? Or could it be that maybe he was having just a little bit of fun?
☆ Word Count: 4,600
☆ Notes: To this day I think Loki is touch-starved but somehow oblivious to this fact. So, I think he’d enjoy tickles because of that and... playful fun for the God of Mischief? It makes perfect sense and you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands. Also see that gif, Loki's gonna be trapped in that position for most of the fic.
☆ Warnings: Long-ass intro but it's fine because I'm intending on making about 4 parts of these so... I have to establish some AU because nobody dies on my watch.
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Living with the Avengers was a dream come true, you had always wanted to help others, and saving lives was certainly one very outstanding way to do it. Besides, getting to stand by the Earth’s mightiest heroes filled you with pride and a sense of fulfillment you had never even deemed possible.
Certainly, it wasn’t a perfect life. The missions were draining both to your physical and mental state, as well as the public opinion that was always... divided, to say the least. But it was a rewarding way of living.
And it only kept growing. Ever since the All-vs.-all incident of 2016 everyone started taking apprentices of sorts. It all started with Nat who reunited with her sister Yelena and all the other Widows in some chain reaction effect which the team got to meet after the Battle for Earth. Then right before the Battle of Wakanda, Tony officially accepted Peter under his wing making him the second apprentice. You could say Steve had Bucky and more recently Sam and the Maximoff twins, but they refused to join the dynamic, except for Wanda who didn’t really mind and was just happy to have such a big family. Bruce being technically one of his father figures spent a lot of time with Vision, definitely being a more relaxing lab assistant than Tony. And lately, after an incident with his blip alter ego, Clint had met a young archer girl and once things were solved joined as well. And... Thor, well, Thor’s case was special.
Now you weren’t exactly an official Avenger. Since Steve had 4 heroes under his leadership, Nat had an army of Widows and Thor had an entire kingdom plus an alliance with the Guardians of the Galaxy (whoever they were) Tony found you and took you under his wing as well. Making you his third protegee along with Peter and Vision (sort of). Peter following the hero path, Vision his —shared, as everyone seemed to have to remind him— technological legacy, and you...
You were his little inventor.
Sure, Peter was a brilliant and a more than capable kid, but with his young age, college already knocking on his door, and his hero double life… Tony just didn’t want to overwhelm him. And besides, he reflected more on you in the sense that you were just a normal person with only your ingenuity against the world... It also helped that he started teaching you during the blip, when Peter was unavailable. But you wanted more, you wanted to be a hero as well.
Besides your job as an inventor, Tony insisted on you taking fighting lessons from none other than the Avengers. Which... okay that might have been your biggest challenge. Sure, you had taken self-defense classes in your life but facing THE Black Widow in hand-to-hand combat was intimidating enough... let’s not bring in the basically gods that now were your roommates.
Speaking of Gods, out of all the unexpected friendships you could have made the two Asgardians were the weirdest. Thor —as everyone rumored— was blessed with not only a body worth of his title as a divinity and a nice-looking face but with great charisma. You could understand why every woman out of the god’s inner circle was head over heels for him. But the relationship you both had was more of sibling kind. You had a few interests in common and could always share a nice laugh with the blond. But that was it.
Thor’s brother on the other hand... was annoying, sarcastic, stubborn, distant, and was even rude from time to time. And quite frankly, had you head over heels.
At first, you couldn’t quite get to figure out much about Loki, since he was thought dead during the blip. You had the official story, about how Loki had been a maniac on a bloodthirsty rampage to try and conquer Earth, how he had manipulated the Avengers trying to divide and conquer until they managed to become, in fact, a team and defeat him. But seeing Thor mourn him those 5 years while you were just a regular worker made you wonder what kind of person he must have been for Thor to miss him so much.
So you asked, calling Thor to ask him for stories about his past and his family, and mostly about his brother. Despite his grieving, Thor seemed most happy to tell you all about Asgard, from its culture to its citizen and his friends. His eyes got watery every time he talked about his parents, and it was rare the time that he didn’t cry when talking about his brother. Yet he always seemed thankful for the video calls and support you provided him, saying someone being so interested in Asgard was nice.
You had never seen Thor happier than the day after the battle for Earth. Loki arrived at the Compound looking for Thor looking badly bruised, and his clothes turn to shreds, pale and about to pass out but alive. That’s when you met Loki. You were reinstalling the equipment on a barely rebuilt Medbay when they arrived. You had to admit that it was amusing seeing the god carrying his little brother in his arms, both with teary eyes and the younger one red in the face screaming profanities demanding to be put on the floor. Since you were lacking a real doctor on the building (or with healthy hands) and his wounds were rather superficial it was up to you to patch him up.
Thor did not leave his side interrogating him about how was he alive and when was the gonna stop playing dead while Loki complained about it not being on purpose this time and that at least he was back. You just smiled and silently cleaned his wounds hearing the brothers argue.
“Um, I’m sorry” you finally spoke up directing the brothers’ attention to you and a plain black shirt you had picked. “Loki, is it? Your shirt is kind of... destroyed, I imagine you’d like a change.”
Loki looked baffled but shyly accepted the shirt with a mumbly “thank you”. He took off the damaged armor revealing his bare torso and you couldn’t help but let out a gasp at the sight.
“What? Like what you see?” he asked more sarcastically than flirtatiously.
“You’re still wounded” you pointed out bluntly.
“How perceptive” he hissed.
“Please... Let me help.”
“There’s no need, I can—”
Thor gave him a severe look that shut him up, allowing you to continue what you were doing. Alcohol and a ball of cotton in hand you began cleaning his wounds as Loki observed you with curiosity. You were the first mortal he interacted with that did not cower in fear at his presence or hadn’t tried to kill him in the past few centuries, which was new to him. He highly doubted that kind of humans still existed ever since his visit to Earth over a decade ago, and yet here you were, calmly cleaning his injuries with only concern for his well-being in your voice.
It was unnerving, but Loki thought he could take it... That is until your hand grazed that spot right below his ribs. Loki couldn’t remember how he got that bruise, but it might as well have killed him rather than having to live this moment. Having you looking at him confused and innocently asking if it hurt there. Oh, how he wished it did, rather than just feeling a burning heat creeping up his face and having to hear his brother’s mocking snickers from behind him.
“I’m quite alright, darling. Thank you.” he excused himself quickly putting the shirt on and leaving the room.
At the time you didn’t think much of it and simply let it slide, thinking Loki was just shy and that was his way of showing it.
Since that day you kept running into Loki more and more after that. Thor and Loki moved to the rebuilt compound, and you could see him more often, which you didn’t mind at all. You didn’t understand why Loki seemed to tolerate you the most, clearly, you didn’t have the history the other Avengers had with him... but why you in particular, was a mystery. So with the task at hand, you tried to help Loki feel more at home.
Not that it was hard being around Loki. While your original impression of him about being rude was right, you were also right about it merely a defense mechanism, and once past that his conversation was always a delight, his acidic sense of humor was charming in a very Loki way, constantly making sarcastic comments to make you giggle at the most inconvenient time and his mischievous nature always seemed to know exactly when you had to be distracted from work. You soon found out that Loki was the closest thing Asgardians had to nerds and geeks, so soon, just like his brother had, Loki began soaking up in Midgardian culture, quickly expanding to other sources of entertainment.
Loki being Loki, complained about how mediocre Midgardian literature and music were compared to Asgardian or even to its elder ancestor in the Shakespearean era whenever someone recommended him something. But your suggestions? Those were originally percieved with skpeticism, but when he turned to like your first suggestions, you became his confident on what to read or listen... and eventually things to watch.
In exchange, Loki often helped you out with your training, giving you advice and feedback. Pointing out how your pose was stiff, or your leg being bent over in a way that could make you lose your balance. And giving you a routine that helped you improve your physique. Despite all the time he spent teaching you, he never gave in to having a one on one with you, casting an illusion to help you practice your dodging. He claimed it was because it was too much of a hassle, but a part of you suspected— no. A part of you hoped there was something more, that he cared.
The only thing he didn’t help you with was the training course. It was this big ring area that surrounded the training room like a normal track circuit but with obstacles worth of a sci-fi movie (you could thank Peter for that idea) where it just tested out your skill to infiltrate or escape.
It took you many attempts, late nights of training and frustration, and a fair share of visits to the Medbay, but your time was slowly getting better, ranking those mutants with enhanced agility or trained assassins, but above those who relied more on strength or an outer source of power and… Loki. His time was still a mystery, always refusing to give it a go. Despite everything it was a huge pride that you were starting to stand out as an agile fighter, and with your slow development of your own iron suit, you hoped to be officially accepted one day into de battlefield.
It demanded a lot of work and time, which… since you weren’t allowed to go on missions yet wasn’t a problem… But it was often lonely. Staying behind to practice and in case they needed some intel from HQ or to arrive quickly to the city in case there needed to be an evacuation, but it all still felt like an excuse to keep you away.
At least you could chat with them during the flight.
“Look, all I’m saying is that Iron Maiden would be a great name” you joked through the communicator on your watch.
“And I’m saying it’d be copyrighted” Nat chuckled through the com.
“I could buy the permission” you heard Tony’s voice at the distance.
“You are NOT doing that!” Steve screamed.
You giggled at the argument you had accidentally caused while you saw Wanda and Peter scooting closer to the camera so you could see them smiling at your apologetic grin.
“What about Iron Heart?” he suggested.
“I don’t know, Pete. I could’ve made a red and white armor and add a skull to the side like graffitied like the albums and—”
You stopped on your tracks by the training room when you heard noise from the inside. You hung up and peaked inside and you couldn’t believe your eyes. It was Loki, he was in the obstacle course.
Surely you knew Loki was in the building, the mission they had left to involved civilians which Loki was not allowed to participate in, given the people still had mixed opinions about him and he could cause a panic. But you expected him to be in his room, the library or even the lounge room. He was not one to train when the others weren’t forcing him to.
His movements were quick and smooth as he jumped and dodged through the obstacles at full speed, his hair often got in his face, but it didn’t seem to slow him down, his eyes set in the next 3 obstacles to beat. It was mesmerizing.
“Wow…” you mumbled.
It was a split of a second, but he realized you were there. And that instance was enough of a distraction for one of the gates he was crossing to close, trapping his leg, making him fall face-first one the floor.
“LOKI!” you rushed to him in a panic. “I’m sorry, are you hurt?! I didn’t mean to–”
“I’m alright, love” he groaned rubbing his chin, “Just help me out.”
You walked to the control panel and pressed the button that normally shut down the entire thing and would lift the shuttle door, ergo, releasing Loki’s leg. But when you did…
Bbbttzzzzzzzz! Nothing happened. Oh boy.
“Uhh, Loki… It’s jammed” you mumbled nervously.
“What?”
It was a rare sight, seeing Loki this genuinely nervous. Perhaps because his godly lie detector realized you weren’t joking; he didn’t bother asking and skipped to tugging to see if he could free himself.
“I could call the guys, ask them if Thor can come quickly, and b—”
“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Loki protested, but the way he made you flinch caused a horrible sinking feeling on his gut, so he made sure that he phrased his next sentence more gently, “If they find out, they won’t let me live this down. Especially my brother.”
It meant it was up to you to bust Loki out… You… who had no superhuman strength or even one of Tony’s armors yet… Great, no pressure.
“Can’t you free yourself?” you asked nervously as you kneeled beside him. “With your godly strength and such…?”
“Under normal circumstances, yes.” He lamented, “But in this position I have no way to make some leverage.”
“Leverage… That’s not a bad idea.”
You stood up and rushed out the room and when you came back you found Loki resting upper body weight on his forearms and hanging his head defeatedly, until you came back and looked up to see you holding a crowbar. You placed it between the door and the floor and tried lifting the door, but if Loki couldn’t move it, certainly you weren’t going to do much. You tried a couple of things, a hydraulic jack but the door was too low, you tried rebooting the system, but the problem was the door not the programming…
It was all useless. After the 3rd-hour mark, both of you were tired and moody just laying on the ground surrounded by mechanic equipment that didn’t help at all.
“Any other idea?” you asked.
“Just… try help me up.”
“Right, because relying on my physical strength went so well” you complained.
Loki simply looked at you annoyed and stretched his arm for you to grab. You groaned and obeyed, grabbing his hand and began pulling. Loki tried tugging his leg free while you pulled and served him as something to grab on. He didn’t count that you, feeling your strength failing, would sneak your hand right below his arm in an attempt to get a better grip. Just like you didn’t count on Loki yelping and immediately letting go of you, smashing against the floor once more.
“W-What was that all about?!” Loki complained, trying to deflect your attention from his red cheeks.
“What do you mean?! You’re the one who let go! I just…!”
The concern in your face washed up and was quickly replaced with the most devious smirk Loki had seen… after his own of course. But the fact that it was directed to him, and him being in such a precarious position couldn’t end well.
“You never told me you were ticklish” you chanted.
“Darling, don’t get any ideas” he warned. “I-I’m serious!”
“Please, Loki, this is like finding the Atlantis, I have to test this out!” you gushed out excitedly as you sat right next to him, in the worst position for Loki to fight back. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!”
“H-Hang on just a moment!”
You gave an experimental squeeze to his sides, and the way he jolted and clenched his fists to try keeping his cool only made you giggle nervously.
“So boring for the God of Mischief, maybe this is exactly what you need to lighten up.”
“I’m not joking! Don’t you d-dahare!” his protests were interrupted by a stream of giggles from a new tickly attack to his ribs. “Noho, stohohop it.”
In all, you had known Loki —which admittedly, wasn’t much— you had never heard him laugh like this, only a few breathy laughs through his nose whenever you mocked the other Avengers with a sarcastic comment or by purposely putting yourself in ridicule to make others smile. But this was just a whole new different thing, and it was amazing.
Loki’s laugh was charming, to say the least. It wasn’t high pitched like yours, it wasn’t low like his brothers or wheezy like Steve’s. Loki’s laugh was on his normal usual (aka when he wasn’t purposely making it lower to intimidate) and it was this smooth and airy sound. And when he laughed, he scrunched his nose and stuck his tongue out a little.
“I’m gonna ki— ahehehehe!” his threats were interrupted by a new stream of giggles whenever you changed spots, this time sneaking your hands below him to scratch at the sides of his tummy.
Certainly Loki wasn’t one to not fight back, but he was too busy laughing to be mean or threatening and given his position he couldn’t catch your hands because of his limited visibility and motion gave you plenty of time to change spot away from his hands and keep him giggling.
“Loki, you should laugh more often, it suits you” you complimented a bit more honestly than you meant. “You look really cute.”
“Shuhuhut it, you dimwihihit” he cackled and collapsed on the floor when your fingers found a particularly sensitive spot on the back of this ribs, right in middle.
“You know, Loki” you teased grinning at his reaction. “Your Shakespearean insults only make you seem cuter.”
You saw the way he pressed his clenched fist against his mouth to try and suppress his giggles. But you couldn’t have that, so you sneaked your hands under his arms and scratch over his shirt, but it was enough to send him to hysterics.
As you scribbled your fingers against the spot his arms tried sticking to his side but doing that gave him no support leaving him glued to the floor, which was only making him feel more vulnerable, so he was torn between trying to protect his body or trying to support his upper body.
It was quite the sight.
“DAHAhaharling!” he squealed when you tried a new spot, his back. “Cuhuhut it out!”
“Ohh, jackpot!” you cheered.
Loki thought he’d lose his mind when you started kneading and pinching his back muscles. His body resigned to just laugh as he rested his in the inside of his elbow, occasionally hiding his face there to try and conceal his laughter… with very little success.
“My god, just when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter” you cooed. “you’re quite full of surprises, aren’t you?”
“SHUHAHAHAHT IT!”
You could have sworn his breath hitched and his laughter raised its volume just the slightest every time you teased him, but unsure if it was for a good or a bad reason you decided to keep your mouth shut as much as you could.
Not that you’d stop tickling him, finding that the spot between his shoulder blades made him laugh like a little boy and running your fingers along his spine made him shiver and curse between hiccoughs of laughter. With all the interesting spots only on his back and the cute diverse sounds coming out of the god you weren’t sure you could ever get tired from making him laugh like this.
“S-Somehwehre e-EEEHEHELSE!!” he cackled as you had just returned to tickle his upper back.
Probably Loki was too overwhelmed to realize the phrasing he had chose, but it made you feel butterflies, wondering if he wasn't really minding the situation. And if the only thinkg he wanted it to continue in a different spot, who were you to deny?
You took the strategy of poking random spots to mess with him for a good while to explore which spot made him laugh the most or he tried to protect the most. And when you did, you made sure to exploit it. His stomach seemed to be quite the spot but given he was laying on it you couldn’t really test it out, but there were other spots to make up for it, like his underarms were pretty mad, making him flail and squirm in the most incoherent way, his ribs caused Loki to squeak and sputter incoherent laughs.
“Pffha- ahahehehehe! Nohohoho! St-stop ihihit!”
Out of all the spots his back didn’t exactly make him laugh the loudest, but clearly being bad enough that he just collapsed on the floor in silent laughter as you traced little patterns up and down the center of his back. You found that the spot between his shoulder blades and the small of his back made him giggle like a little kid.
You couldn’t help but laugh along, his laugh was too contagious… And you couldn’t help but feel an empathetic tickly feeling.
“Whahat are yohohohou lahaughing aAAAT?!” his laughed peaked when you sneaked your fingers on the back of his neck.
With one hand tickling his back and the other fluttering fingers along his neck, Loki finally lost it.
“AHAHALRIGHT! N-NO MOHOHORE!” he pleaded. “IHI YIHIHIE—! P-PLEASE!”
You weren’t trying to kill him, so you gave in and crawled to end up sitting in front of him, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning while Loki huffed trying to catch his breath.
“Haha… hah… oh darling, th-that… was a grave mistake,” he panted. “My vengeance will b—”
“I would stop you there, Loki-doki” you interrupted him “it’s not very wise to threaten someone with the knowledge I now possess about you, buddy.”
Loki looked at your shit-eating grin with a face of incredulity, the fact that he hadn’t detected a lie from you was amazing to the young god. How soft had he gone that even a simple young mortal could try and push his buttons like this? And why was he enjoying it so much?
He also realized as the seconds passed and he recovered from the tingly feeling over his skin that said sensation was replaced by a grave feeling of loss, his nerves demanding the contact of your hands on him again, wanting to feel you closer once more, even if it meant he had to go through that again.
“You’re insufferable” he chuckled. “You’re an awful friend.”
“You love it, dummy,” you giggled, and while Loki was retorting your teases an idea popped in your head. “Dummy… Dum… e…! LOKI, YOU’RE A GENIUS!”
“Yea— what?! Wait!” he asked but you rushed out of the room, leaving Loki to call your name in frustrated and confused. “What do you mean?!”
You came back followed by a machine that Loki had seen in the robotics lab quite often and reminded him of that claw games his brother always got frustrated with. Loki wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but you had that glow in your face you had whenever you did a breakthrough… and that for some reason Loki found so charming.
“I don’t know what I didn’t think of this sooner!” you admitted sheepishly. “Dum-E can help us!”
“Should I be worried that you recruited a robot that you address as Dummy?” he asked cheekily.
“As I told you earlier, you’re in no position to tell me what to do” you mocked him as you handed the crowbar to the robotic arm. “Can you help him out honey? And Dum-e may not be very smart, but he is strong, more than I am at least”.
“That’s not particularly difficult, darling” Loki smirked as Dum-E made its way to the door.
“Don’t make me tickle you again, Odinson” you said as you kneeled to poke his nose.
The snarky comments between you two had you two so distracted that you didn’t notice that the clumsy robot had successfully completed the task he was given, lifting the door just enough to release Loki’s leg. The poor robot beeped urgently, and Loki curled his leg to freedom.
“It worked” Loki mumbled in disbelief as finally he sat down.
“I told you, Dum-E isn’t perfect, but he’s good, thank you sweetie.”
The little robot beeped in a happy tone and left the room, playing a an 8bit-tune, which in retrospective… was what singing would be for a robot who can’t actually speak.
“Ahh, I can feel my leg again” Loki sighed as his eyes rubbing his shin.
“Let me help” you offered gently as you sat next to him.
According to Thor, Loki wasn’t one to often accept help, but he didn’t refuse whenever you did something for him. From doing him breakfast to checking his wounds whenever he returned from a mission, he just followed you silently and accepted all the attention, just like now he allowed you to lift the cloth of his trouser leg and rub the sore spot… what he couldn’t do was prevent a few giggles from escape.
“Even here?” you smiled playfully. “I wouldn’t have guessed that a God could be this ticklish.”
“I would suggest you not to mock me” he growled.
“I wasn’t, I think it’s nice that you are… it makes us more alike…” you said gently, before your cheeks lit up to match Loki’s “Humans and Asgardians, I mean.”
“Right… I believe you” Loki chuckled amusedly.
“Ha-ha…” you laughed unamused, before a genuine smile formed on your lips, “thanks for letting me mess with you… it was nice seeing you smile like that.”
Loki was going to respond that he didn’t exactly allow you, but the way you smiled at him made him not want to correct you. Not many people smiled at him so purely and honestly happy… And even less people could do it in a way that would stir so many emotions within him.
“Well… that was fun, but it’s kinda late” you said as you stood up and stretched. “I’ll go take a shower before making dinner for both of us… I… I will see you at dinner, right?”
Loki couldn’t help but chuckle, you had tortured him and teased the whole evening, but now you acted shyly at the idea of inviting him to join him for dinner. The contrast was weird, but adorable, nevertheless.
“Of course” he smiled politely, “I’ll see you in the kitchen”.
“Cool! See you there” you smiled as you left the room, feeling fuzzy and giddy, completely unaware of the warm feeling surging on the young God’s chest that he couldn’t understand or wanted to get rid of.
And he wanted more… as much as he wanted revenge.
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Fascination
Summary: Mantis catches a glimpse of Peter’s battle scars and a rather perplexing quirk. She shares her knowledge with the other Guardians.
Anon: Omg I would love a Guardians of the Galaxy fic where Peter (Star-Lord) tells Mantis about tickling, so she decides to test it on him; she straddles him, and then the fun begins 😳
Warning for blood and graphic descriptions of pain.
Peter had never realized some of the things that Yondu was trying to teach him. He had never stopped to listen. Now, as he limps back aboard the Milano, he can see the flaws in that gameplan. 
It was entirely his fault. It was embarrassing as hell getting jumped just outside a city’s limits. He’s a Ravager and he knows better. His too-big heart got the best of him at the worst time--he heard his mother’s voice telling him be kind, Pete. So imagine his disappointment when the beggars on the road weren’t beggars at all, they pocketed some of his credits, and they beat the shit out of him for the rest.
He stumbles through the main body of the ship until he can collapse on the bench near his quarters. His breath comes in shallow gasps. It takes everything he has to convince himself he isn’t going to suffocate. 
Apparently asking to keep the knife that you were stabbed with is poor etiquette. Point received.
The wound is deep and angry—his stomach and waistband are soaked with blood to the point of dripping. It hurts, god it hurts, but he has to stay present. If he doesn’t stitch this up, he will die. 
The resulting scuffle with the city guard had exposed his face to their database. Gamora wanted to call the whole thing off, but Peter hid the wound and shooed her off, teasing her for letting Drax get ahead of her. He’d told her he would lay low for their safety and gave her a cheeky grin to match. He’d learned that one from Yondu. 
Disinfecting the wound is worse than getting stabbed. As soon as the spray passes over the gash, he blacks out for a moment. He feels a scream tear from his mouth but he never hears it—everything is muffled. Silent. 
He chases the burn of the disinfectant with the suture hook, not giving himself long enough to chicken out of closing the wound. He pulls with slow, steady tugs, and he thinks of his mom fixing the hole in his favorite blanket when he was younger. 
Weeks later, he has a new addition to his patchwork of damaged skin. The scar is pink and lumpy and gnarled—looking at it ignites a simmering phantom pain within him. The blade was a custom make and it shows—Peter’s scar matches the knife like a puzzle piece long-discarded. He really wished he’d gotten to keep the knife. 
He’s fresh out of the decontamination bay, clean but not quite. His skin is an uncomfortable sort of dewy from the disinfectant spray. He finds himself longing for a nice, hot shower that he won’t get for at least another few months. 
He sniffs at a few shirts from his laundry pile and takes the one that smells moderately stale—today’s a workday anyways. He tugs it on and some equally-stale pants follow before he’s clothed enough to wander into the main body of the ship. No shoes, though--on off-days he likes to feel the cool metal grates beneath his feet and futilely remind himself to buy rugs.  
He squeezes past the ladder to the cockpit, huffing fondly as Rocket and Gamora’s bickering voices drift down to his ears. He’s grateful that they’re up there, for the time being--solitude is a rarity aboard the Milano and Peter takes it when he can get it. 
Today’s task is replacing the ship’s interior power cells. The lights in the galley are starting to flicker and the coffee machine’s roasts are, allegedly, ‘too fuckin acidic for any living creature to enjoy’. Peter’s tried explaining to Rocket that the ship’s battery has absolutely nothing to do with the shitty beans that he insists on buying, but Rocket won’t hear it, and Groot always dutifully takes his side, so the fight really isn’t worth having. He holds out hope that changing the cells for the third time will finally show Rocket that he needs to expand his taste in roasts. 
Peter hooks the creeper with his foot and pulls it out from under one of the benches in the main corridor. He’s always found it weird that something as important as a power source would be in a bench. He faintly recalls Rocket griping at him for severely mistreating parts of the ship. 
Was this even a bench? Eh, he’d already put cushions on it. Probably fine. 
He drops his tool bag and unzips it, kicking it close to where he’d need it. He descends onto the creeper and worms beneath the bench, taking a couple of deep breaths to get his heart used to the tight space. The panel for the power cells sits directly above his face at the perfect awkward angle--leverage for the bolts is going to be near impossible, as always.
He rustles his hand around in the tool bag until he finds his spanner, a bit rusted and given a makeshift bandage grip, but still just as trustworthy as when his mom first gave it to him. 
He angles himself so the panel is behind his head, notches the spanner onto one of the bolts, and starts pulling. 
Something flutters at his hip and sends zings from the tip of his toes to the top of his spine and Peter yelps, slamming his knees into the bottom of the bench. He frantically fumbles with the spanner to keep it from crashing onto his face, and once he’s got a grip, he cautiously turns around to face the culprit. 
“Can I, uh, help you?” Peter clears his throat. 
“What was that?” Mantis peers at him, antennae drifting. 
“Nothing.” 
“You made a strange noise when I touched your scar. Does it still hurt? I’ll go tell Gamora.” She stands. Peter’s life flashes before his eyes. He aggressively waves his hand at her until she comes back. 
“No! No Gamora. I’m okay! You just tickled me a little, no big deal.” He looks her in the eye and beams intent of please don’t tell my scary girlfriend her way. 
“Tickled?” 
“It’s a human thing. Some weird, screwed up little detail that we all have in common.” Peter gets the spanner around a bolt and it slips, slamming into the wall. He furrows his brow and tries again. 
“So it is like...a weakness?”
“Yeah. Sort-of.” He grunts, twisting hard on the bolt. After a dramatic creak of protest, it snugs. He (thankfully) makes short work of the other three. 
“I thought that you did not have any weaknesses.”
“Well, y’know, I may have embellished a little. Everyone does.” He rolls out from under the bench and flashes her a lopsided grin. He tosses the spanner into his bag and it clanks angrily against the other tools. 
“I do not.” She tilts her head, dark eyes wide, and he chuckles. 
“You’re a special case, Mantis.” He sits on the bench next to her and bumps her shoulder gently. After a moment, she bumps him back. 
“This weakness--it hurts you?”
“Nono, it just kinda...shocks you. Makes you jump--c’mere, I’ll show you.” He gently took her hand and cradled it with the palm exposed. With one gentle finger, he scritched along her life line and down to the heel of her hand. She squirmed in place, a tiny smile blooming on her lips, and finally pulled away with a quiet giggle when he reached her wrist. 
“It felt strange,” She murmurs, squinting in deep thought. 
“I think that’s the whole point.”
“I would like to try it.” She nods resolutely. Peter fixes her with a look somewhere in between fondness and confusion.
“Would you, now?” He turns to face her better. 
“Yes. May I?” She takes his hand and flips it palm-side up, dainty fingers hovering over his own. His gaze flits between her earnest eyes and her fingers until he finally caves. 
“Lord, I’m gonna regret this.” He sighs, tugging on her hands until they hover over his stomach. She makes a musical little sound at the back of her throat--confusion, probably--and watches him. 
“It’s, uh, worse here. At least for me.” He clears his throat, eyes fixed on her hands. He has to be honest with her. Something about her just pulls it out of him. He doesn’t even really mind, and she’s the least embarrassing of all of them, but his stomach still flips at the incoming attack. 
“I do not wish to harm you.”
“Not that kind of worse. More like...intense.” He waves his hands as he explains. 
“I see.” She blinks, and without any warning, scribbles her fingers over Peter’s stomach. He yelps and grabs her wrists on instinct. 
Her attack is swift, unrelenting, and maddeningly gentle—she pulls snickers from him with ease, as if she’d been doing this all her life. 
“What is the purpose of this?” A soft laugh filters into her voice as her fingers fan out towards his sides. Peter shrugs and his elbows quickly crash to his sides, blocking her fingers from any northward investigation.
“Bohonding? Torture? A weird pahanic response?” 
“Interesting. But you don’t dislike it.” Mantis catches his gaze, pinning him with her dark eyes, and he feels his face heat up. 
“Ohokay, that’s enough.” 
“Is it? I sense so much happiness from you.” She pokes at him a few more times and he absolutely does not giggle, not at all. He stifles a few more not-giggles and swats her hands away. 
“Mantis.” He drops down onto the creeper and slides underneath the bench to avoid some stupidly heart-fluttering comment about the color of his face--or worse, his feelings. 
“What are you doing?” She leans down and peers at him. 
“Replacing power cells. These ones are starting to go.” He carefully removes the cover on the compartment. The power cells look worse than he thought they would--the blue filaments inside are barely brighter than a match. 
“Do you need assistance?”
“Sure, if you’re offerin’. Pass me that spanner there.” He sticks his hand out from under the bench. 
“Here you go!” She sets something heavy in his palm and he pulls it close to look at it--she’s given him a rubber mallet. He hands it back. 
“The spanner. The wrench lookin’ one.”
“Ah, my mistake. Here is your spanner.” Another weight drops into his hand. This time it’s pliers. He stifles a chuckle and makes a claw shape with his hand.
“Oh! This one.” Mantis gives him the spanner, looking ever-so-proud of herself, and that chuckle that he’d smothered comes bubbling out of him. 
“Thanks.” He starts loosening the bolts holding the cells in place, explaining his actions as he goes, with Mantis’s curious eyes watching all the while.
….
“Stop cheating, Quill.” 
“You ever considered that you suck at Uno? Why does it always gotta be that I’m cheating?” Peter plays a wild card and changes it to blue—the whole table groans with distaste.
He’s about to win their fourth game and they bet credits on this one. Oh, sweet victory.  
“He’s—you’re cheating. It’s so obvious!” Rocket scoffs. 
“No idea what you’re talking about.” Peter watches Mantis plays, then Groot, and he smiles innocently at Rocket. 
“Are you calling me a liar?” Rocket snarls, slamming down a yellow eight. 
“Well, I ain’t calling you a—“
“Peter, that was your sixth wild card.” Gamora’s incisive tone brings the game to a screeching halt. 
“So?”
“There aren’t six in the deck.”
“Yes there are.” He furrows his brow to avoid showing fear. He’s pretty sure Gamora can smell fear. 
“108 cards total. Four wild cards. So how did you get six?” 
“What is this, an interrogation? It’s your turn, Drax.” Peter leans back in his chair and looks up at Gamora through his lashes. There’s incredibly hot about the way her jaw tightens in response. 
“An interrogation can be arranged,” she snaps, eyeing him up and down, and he can feel his vital organs squirm in response. 
“Interrogations bore me. I’ll make him talk.” Drax stands and reaches for his knife. 
“No! No torture.” Peter frantically gestures for him to sit. The others are (sorta) joking but Drax would carve him up, given the chance, and Peter would prefer not to give him the chance. 
“Torture? Allow me.” Mantis spiders her fingers over his stomach and he yelps, knees slamming into the table. 
“Hey!” He swats Mantis’s hand away but it’s back in a flash, this time latching onto his ribs, and any kindness that she once had evaporates in the pursuit of curiosity. She pinches gently up and down his ribs, pointer finger and thumb pressing delicately into the muscle. It sends tickly fireworks careening through his nervous system and he shrieks, toppling off of his chair and onto the floor. Mantis follows right behind, scrambling on top of him with a playful energy he’d never seen from her before.
“Woah, what’d you do?” Rocket peers over the table with a mischievous glint in his eye. 
“You’re ticklish?” Gamora asks, as if he isn’t busy right now. 
“Tickl--what?” Rocket squints at Gamora. 
“It’s a human thing!” Mantis chirps, wrestling a hand free from Peter’s grip. She skitters up his side, all the way to his ribs, and his elbow jerks down to stop her. She makes a frustrated little noise at losing her hold on him. 
“Sounds like an illness,” Rocket scoffs, but he’s watching the two of them scuffle with open interest. 
“Mantis, you’re making me look soho bahad right now!” He grabs her wrists and starts pushing against her, but she’s strong, really strong, and she keeps escaping his grip to tickle wherever she can reach.
In a slick maneuver that she absolutely needs to teach him, Mantis twists her wrists out of his grasp and locks her hands around his waistline. Her thumbs press in at the same time that her index fingers worm into his sides, and he tumbles into the deep sort of belly-laughs that consume you wholly. He manages to flip over and think about crawling away, but Mantis’s fingers move up to tease his bottom ribs and the thought leaves him in a wheeze. 
“We’re not judging you, Peter. It’s...endearing.” Gamora beams at him and he tries to memorize that smile through mirth-squinted eyes. It’s so different from the glare she’d worn for the past few games that he can’t help but wonder if it hurts her to smile. 
“Speak for yourself. I am definitely judging you,” Rocket snickers. Gamora kicks him under the table and he yelps.
“Nope! Not judging. Cute or whatever.”
“I am Groot.” Groot reaches a limb towards Peter and his fingers snake out, wrapping around Peter and flipping him over. Branches thread around his wrists and between his fingers, blooming with little pink flowers. He looks like he’s begging now, and he’s not far from it. 
“So unfair!” He doesn’t mean for his voice to come out so high and squeaky, but any attempts at saving his dignity are long gone. Mantis’s joyful grin is starting to look evil now.
“You made a funny sound the first time. Do it again.” Her eyes rove over his torso and he sucks his stomach as if it will help. He struggles against Groot’s makeshift restraints, heels squeaking on the floor as the hold on him loosens. He gets a leg free. A little more squirming and he gets an arm out too. Progress. 
He starts yanking on the branches but they’re stuck fast to his shirt—and he likes this shirt, unfortunately, so the rips won’t be worth it. He shimmies in place, trying to get leverage, and Groot’s branches drag the hem of his shirt upwards just slightly. More wiggling and the strip of skin from hip to hip gets a formal introduction to Mantis’s terrifying gaze. His scar has blended nicely into a patchwork of old wounds—it’s nothing more than a story now. Mantis makes a noise of interest as her eyes lock onto it. Peter’s heart drops to his toes. 
“No, Mantis, don’t you fucking da—“ The rest of his words are lost in a shrill screech as he bucks away from her, smushing his grinning face into the floor. 
“There it is!” She giggles delightedly. She scritches gently along the line and he writhes. He throws his head back into the floor and arches against his will. Terrible idea, because now his hip is closer to her. 
“Pleahahase! I-I give! Hhhhehehelp!” Tears prick at the corner of his eyes and Mantis just...keeps...tickling. The one free hand isn’t enough to fend her off and he doesn’t have the strength to get the other free. 
He’s stuck until she gets bored, and the thought fills him with equal parts excitement and terror. 
He’s been around aliens for nearly his whole life, so this isn’t new to him, but it’s...different. He’s weak at the knees and butterflies—no, a whole damn zoo—are throwing a fit in his stomach. The Ravagers would frequently live up to their namesake and exploit his ‘weakness’. Mantis isn’t exploiting, though, she’s...exploring. They’re having fun. The distinction makes him smile a little harder. 
“Your species seems poorly designed.” Mantis hums. She pins his hand down, again, with ease—struggling against her now feels like trying to lift the Milano. Her other hand explores the topography of his torso, paying equal attention to the muscle and that bit of softness around his waist that he can’t quite lose. She looks down at him like sunshine: radiant and warm, but he can only squint at her in response. 
He wants to say Yeah, I get that a lot, but only a handful of garbled syllables escape him through hiccupy laughter. He’s ceased all meaningful function at this point. The tiny Peters that operate his brain have evacuated. He’s going down with the ship, except he is the ship, and Mantis is still going. 
“Mantis,” Gamora warns, tilting her head towards Peter. It hits Mantis all at once—red face, wheezing, and weak struggle equals lack of oxygen. She gasps and gestures frantically at Groot until he releases Peter. 
“Are you injured?” Mantis’s head blocks out the light as she leans over him, clutching his limp hand to get a read on his emotions. Good luck, he thinks, I can’t even tell. 
“M’fine. You are ruthless.” More giggles bubble out of him and he rubs his face, trying to quell the sparks still zipping through his system. 
She holds out a hand and waits, blinking down at him. He lets her pull him to his feet. She dusts off his back in precise, speedy strokes, and his heart warms a little. 
“Did I upset you?” She tilts her head. 
“It’s not that I mind, per se, I just have a reputation to uphold,” he says softly, as if the others aren’t there. Mantis cradles his face in her hands, stupidly endearing, and Peter rolls his eyes. 
“Excellent. I like it when you’re happy.” She pokes his nose with a joyful little ‘Boop!’ and he can’t help but chuckle at her. 
“I like it when I’m happy too.” He squeezes her hand where it rests on his cheek. Her antennae flicker blue for a moment, twitching pleasantly, and the burn in his lungs fades to a dull ache, then nothing. 
Huh. That’s new. 
“Gross!” Rocket gags loudly. 
“Don’t be an ass. They’re having a moment.” Gamora smacks Rocket’s shoulder and he goes to hit back, but one deathly glare from her stops him in his tracks. 
“He cannot be an ass. He is a raccoon.” Drax nods solemnly and Mantis shoots him a thumbs up. He returns it. 
“It is a mystery to me why we keep you around.” Rocket shakes his head.
“I like it when he’s around.” Mantis chirps.
“We know, Mantis,” Rocket sighs. 
“He makes me happy.”
“We know, Mantis.” 
“Don’t listen to him,” Peter not-whispers, making direct eye-contact with Rocket, “He’s just jealous of how cool you are.”
“I am Groot.” Groot nods sagely. 
“What? Both of you shut up,” Rocket snaps. 
“See? Jealous.” Peter wiggles his brows at Mantis and she giggles at him, airy and sweet. 
“I have nothing to be jealous of. You’re the least durable member of this team.” Rocket points an accusatory finger at Peter, standing on his chair for extra height. 
“Wh—am not! That’s so rude.” He’s hoarse from laughter and it doesn’t help his case. 
“Sure, Giggles. It’s your turn. Try not to cheat this time.” He picks up his cards and smirks at Peter over them. 
“I’m very durable, I’ll have you know. And I’m not cheating.” Peter scoffs, crossing his arms. He can feel the seventh wild card burning a hole in his jacket pocket. He ignores it. 
“If we breathe wrong on you, you get sick.” Rocket sneers and plays a green four. 
“He...does have a point.” Gamora smiles sheepishly and plays a green skip. Drax growls and throws his hand down. 
“C’mon, Gamora!” Peter whines. 
“He does!” 
“Y’know what? I was gonna swing us by Xandar and have Rhomann sneak us some good coffee. Now you don’t get it. I’m putting my foot down.” Peter finally picks up his cards and slides one into play. “Draw two, Mantis.” 
“I am Groot!” Groot thunders, flabbergasted, and surges his arms towards Peter. Branches wind up the legs of the chair and wrap around him. Thin twigs, not unlike hands, press into literally everywhere, and he is instantly dragged into hysterics. 
“Y’know what? I think I like this ‘ticklish’ thing. Give us the beans or die, cheater.” Rocket hops up on Groot’s shoulder to get a better look at Peter’s demise. 
“Yes! Beans or death!” Mantis wiggles one finger between two of Groot’s branches, pressing just so into Peter’s side, and he squeals. His nervous system pulses like an overloaded star. 
“I-I’m sending all of you out the airlock! You suhuck!” Peter throws his head back and cackles, squirming against Groot’s hold. Every motion just pushes more twigs in, building a horribly unbearable tickle across, well, everywhere. He can distantly hear them laughing along with him and y’know what? Maybe this isn’t such a bad way to go. 
From then on, the Guardians are intently fascinated with Peter’s laugh. Mantis actively seeks out his laughter as a part of her routine and Gamora only makes it worse--she shows her how to ‘crack an egg’ on Peter’s knee, and now everyone is constantly spreading fingers over his kneecaps and sending him flying out of his chair. Rocket, of course, coopts Groot into coercing Peter into Xandar coffee runs, brutal as ever—he makes sure not to let the others see how he checks up on Peter afterwards. Drax doesn’t really get it but he’s always there for the ride. 
Between the dancing of fingers and the holding of hands, Peter catches himself grinning. They’re a fucked-up little family with a hunger for contact, and that’s okay. Even when it ends with him pinned to the floor, swearing giggly revenge. Especially then.
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crimson25 · 7 years
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Finally, a day off
(A guardians of the galaxy fic)
by pamcake21
*this was a request for giulscomix, and I’m always happy to make one. Thanks for the request.
 *summary: it’s been a rough few weeks for the ravagers and all Yondu wants to do is relax. So he plans a day off for himself and the crew.
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Finally, a day off.
This month had been awful for the ravagers. The worst one yet.
It all started when over half the crew was caught be the galactic federation and thrown in jail. Including peter. (It wasn’t his first time being in jail but being a twelve-year-old terran boy made him an easy target. Yondu was not happy. So that issued a jail break. Everyone got out but a lot of the crew got hurt.
This caused the next problem. While in Jail, about four or five of the crew members got really sick and when they got back on the ship, they called the whole crew to get sick. It was bad. Every single person on that ship had a fever and was throwing up. The ship didn’t move for six days. When they finally flushed out the pipes into space there was a giant cloud of just orange-ish green slop. Yondu felt bad for the next ship that was going to run into that.  This created a new problem. The ship smelled horrible. There was no way they would get that smell out.
When they were finally ready to get going one of the motors to the engine wouldn’t work. Yondu flipped his lid. He was not happy. By the time they got the motor fixed, he had made a decision. It was time for a vacation.
“Everyone listen up.” Yondu said to the crew that afternoon.
“I know it’s been rough, so I’ve decided that we deserve a few days off. So I’m taking y’all to indromidus. Everyone gets to have some fun, relax, and while we’re there, we’ll air out the ship. Oh and while we’re there, if anyone bothers me. I’ll shoot you in the leg and leave you there. UNDERSTAND!” Yondu shouted.
“YES SIR” the crew shouted.
Indromidus was a planet that was similar to earth. It had a beautiful clear ocean with white sand and plenty of game to hunt for. It also had cliff diving waterfalls and lots of shady trees.  Yondu had found this planet a few years back and made it his safe planet. Just in case the federation was after him and the crew, they would have a place to hide.
When they finally got there, they opened up every door, window, and opening they could. Most of the crew went to the beach.  Others went into the woods to go hunting to let off some steam and catch some food.
Peter came running out of the ship in his bathing suit, yelling “I’m going to the beach!” but Yondu stepped in front of him blocking his path.
“Sorry Quill, you’re with me.” Yondu said. “Go get dressed but keep your bathing suit on.”
“Ok” Peter said a little disappointed.
“Remember men, nobody bothers me!” Yondu yelled.
“Yes sir” The crew shouted back.
“Come on Quill.”
“Coming”
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“But why can’t I go with the crew, Kragglin was going to show me how to hunt for jelly eels.” Peter wined as they walked through the woods.
“Cause this is important you little brat. Now shut up.” Yondu said as he stepped over a downed tree.
“Why do you have to be so mean to me?”
“Just shut up and keep walkin. We’re almost there.” As Yondu said that, the ground went from dirt to rock.
“We’re here.” Yondu said with a smile.
Peter got up to where Yondu was and couldn’t believe his eyes. It was beautiful. It Was a huge waterfall that lead to a crystal clear lake.
“Wow” Peter said.
“Yeah, wow.” Yondu said as he stripped down to his black tight boxers. Reveling the scars on his back and chest. He folded his clothes and set them next to his boots and arrow.
This confused peter. He had never seen Yondu fold his clothes or anything like that, but he shook it off and started undressing.
In one swift motion Yondu took a few steps back and then ran towards the edge of the rocks and jumped off Screaming “WOOOOOOOO.” And ending in a loud SPLASH.
Peter did the same. When he hit the water his body froze. Feeling the bubbles from his jump roll up his body, slightly tickling his soft white skin. The nice cool water around him felt so nice. Then he opened his eyes. It was a little blurry but he could make out everything. Including Yondu’s bright blue legs. He swam over to him, finally coming up for air.
“It’s nice isn’t it?” Yondu said as peter wiped the water away from his eyes.
“It’s awesome” Peter said looking around. Yondu laughed at that
“Come on. Let’s have fun” Yondu said as he went back under the water.
And that how the day went. Peter jumped off the water fall and Yondu relaxed on the small beach at the end of the lake. Peter finally made his way over to the beach. Slightly exhausted from treading water so much.
As Peter laid down on the nice warm sand Yondu looked over at him.
“Peter.” Yondu spoke.
“oh shit. Yondu said my first name.” Peter thought. Yondu only said his first name when Peter was in trouble or it was serious. “Yes”
“Earlier you asked me why I’m so mean to you, do you want to know why?”
“I’m not sure anymore.” Peter said a little bit worried. Yondu detected the slight fear in his voice. He got up and sat next to him
“Look peter, it’s not just you, I’m an ass to the whole crew.” Peter looked confused. Of course he was a jerk to the whole crew. He knew that.
“Ok, do you remember when you were in jail a few weeks ago? Did you see any of the crew beat up one of the other people in there?
“Yeah, almost all of them” Peter said. Yondu let out an irritated sigh.
“Do you know why they did that? They did that so no one would mess with them. They have to show how strong they are so they don’t get fu- get cut in front of in the lunch line. They’d take their stuff, beat them up, or even killed if they didn’t show how strong they are. That’s why I’ve got to be so hard on you and the crew. If I didn’t show them how tough and mean I am all the time, they would take over the ship. They would beat me up, or even kill me, and I’m not sure if you know this but without me around, they would eat you.”  
Peter understood. It was kind of like the food chain. Only the strongest survive.
“Listen Peter I’m only telling you this because one day I’m not going to be around, and when that day comes I want you to be captain. You’re like my own boy and I wouldn’t trust my ship with anyone else.” Peter didn’t know what to say and Yondu felt that it was going to get awkward so he quickly changed the subject.
“Hey I want to show you a couple of moves to help you defend yourself ok.”
“Ok” Peter said with a smile.
They started sparing and Yondu was surprised at how good peter was. Peter actually was able to take down Yondu. He laid on the ground impressed.
“Quill that was good”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Peter went to grab Yondu’s arm but missed and grabbed his side. Yondu jerked to the side and let out a small laugh. Peter noticed this and a mischievous smile formed on his face. Peter only had one chance to do this and he took it. He lunged on top of Yondu and started squeezing his sides. Yondu started laughing and moving around.
“PEHEHEHEHETER STOHOHOP IT.” Yondu laughed. Peter had no idea that Yondu was ticklish. He moved his small fingers up to Yondu’s armpits which made Yondu’s voice go up an octave. Peter couldn’t help but laugh along with him.
“HAHAHA QUILL STOHOHOHOHOP OR ELSE.” Yondu laughed.
Peter knew exactly what or else meant but he didn’t want to stop. It was the first time that Peter had the upper hand but then he remembered what Yondu said. If the crew saw him like this, they would never let him live it down. He slowly stopped his tickle attack. Yondu calmed down and looked at Peter but it was hard to be scared. Yondu was smiling. Yondu stood up and put his clothes on.
“Come on Peter, lets head back to the beach and see if the crew caught anything for supper.”
Yondu was feeling good so he let Peter ride piggy-back.
Peter knew that Yondu could have pushed Pere off of him if he wanted, but he kept that to himself. Everyone deserved a break once in a while. Even if it was for a cranky old man like him.
…….
After three days everyone was ready to get back on the ship. Luckily the ship smelled better. They all got back on and went to the nearest fuel station. When they got there Yondu noticed a ship that was next to theirs.
“Kragglin! Come up here.” Yondu shouted
���Yes sir?” Kragglin asked as he made his way to where Yondu was standing.
“Look at that ship, does something look off to you?”
Yeah, it looks like its covered in something.” Kragglin said as he squinted his eyes.
They looked at it for a minute and then their eyes went wide. The ship was covered in some sort of orange-ish green goo.
That’s when they both started laughing.
The end
*Hey guys I hope you liked my story. I had a lot of fun writing it. I would love to know if you guys liked it. And constructive criticism is always encouraged.
P.S. guy I’m always excepting request ;)
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m4rsha11 · 3 years
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Heated Love
Thor x Peter Quill
This is ONLY for gay/mlm/nblm readers.
Summary: The guardians of the galaxy went on a mission to find an infinity stone, but one of them stayed back. Peter’s Quill was still on the ship arguing with Thor. One thing lead to another and let’s just say they had a happy ending.
Warning(s): NSFW, SMUT, DESCRIPTIVE (Please inform me if I missed any)
Random info: This is ONLY for gay/mlm/nblm readers. Sorry this took so long i’ve been really busy and i was very unmotivated. I hope you guys enjoy this fic!!
The guardians of the galaxy went to find the infinity stones, except one of them. Peter was still there arguing with Thor about who’s the captain of the ship.
“You just came on this ship and you’re already trying to claim leadership? I don’t think so. This is MY ship and I’M the captain.” Peter yells.
“All of your so called teammates are already worshipping me, stupid human. Even the green one. Aren’t you two together?” Thor argues.
“You think you’re so high and mighty don’t you? Take away that hammer you have and what are you?” Peter says.
“You stupid mortals. My power comes from me not my hammer. Idiot.” Thor yells.
“I’m not only mortal you big hunk of stupid.” Peter snaps.
“Oh? So you want to get disrespectful now?” Thor says as he steps closer to peter.
“This can go many ways Thor. The easy way or the hard way.” Peter replies.
“The hard way” Thor says mockingly.
Peter goes to punch Thor but Thor catches the punch before he could land it.
“You weak mortal.” Thor snaps.
“I’M NOT A FULL MORTAL.” Peters yells.
Peters goes to knee Thor in his stomach but Thor steps back making Peter miss. Thor grabs Peter’s knee and flips Peter on the table. Peter is laying there on his back, breathing extra hard. Thor leans over him.
“You’ll never win.” Thor whispers.
“I can always try.” Peter whispers back.
Thor felt every breath peter took on his face. Thor’s leg was in between peters. Thor could feel something poking at his leg.
“Peter what is that?” Thor asks.
“Nothing move your leg away.” Peter snaps.
“Um Peter.. Are you hard?” Thor asks.
Peter blushes and looks away.
“I said move you big idiot.” Peter yells.
“No. You seem to be enjoying this, why would I stop?” Thor whispers.
Peters blushes and try’s to get Thor off of him.
“Uh uh, you’re not going anywhere.” Thor demands.
“Thor I like women.” Peter yells.
“That’s not what you cock is saying.” Thor chuckled.
Peters grabs Thor’s face.
“Quit playing with me Thor. I’m the captain of this ship, I’ve been here for years you came on here 20 minutes ago. If anything i should be where you’re standing.” Peter whispered.
“You may be the captain but you hold no power over me.” Thor replies.
Peters try’s to get up but Thor puts his hand on his chest holding him down. Thor rips Peters shirt off. He then runs his finger from Peter’s chest all the way down to his belt.
“Dude what the fuck, I liked that shirt.” Peter yelled.
“Well I like what’s under it.” Thor whispers.
Peter blushes yet again. The bulge in his pants only growing bigger. Thor grabs Peter’s bulge. Peter moaned quietly.
“W-W-Woah Thor. Are you sure you want to do this? I thought you were with that Valkyrie chick?” Peters asks.
“Who cares, I never said i was straight anyway” Thor smirks.
“W-W-Well I am.” Peter stammered.
“Your cock doesn’t think so.” Thor laughed.
“Well maybe I’m not, but what about Gamora.” Peter replies.
“Who said she has to know in the first place?” Thor asks.
Peter groans. He finally rest his body. Thor could feel Peters muscles ease. They both looked into each other’s eyes. Thor finally went in for the kiss. His beard tickled Peter’s face a little. Thor’s hand was still on Peter’s crotch and his other hand on his chest. Peter grabbed Thor’s face while they were still kissing. The kiss was long and passionate. They didn’t let go of each other for 5 minutes. Thor finally pulled away from the kiss, he took his hand that was on Peter’s chest and gently caressed Peter’s face. Thor left his hand on Peter’s face. He slowly moved his finger in Peter’s mouth. He slowly and gently slid his middle and index finger into his mouth. Peter was a little confused but just went with it.
“Suck my fingers mortal.” Thor demands.
Peter does as he’s told.
“Yes sir” Peter mumbled with Thor’s fingers still in his mouth.
Thor, still having one hand in Peter’s mouth, put his other hand on Peter’s crotch. He grabbed it but not too hard. He was slowly rubbing it. He felt Peter’s bulge get bigger and bigger. Peter’s pants were becoming tight. Thor finally took his fingers out of Peter’s mouth. But before doing anything else, he put the same fingers that were in Peter’s mouth into his mouth. He took one big suck while looking directly at Peter. After he did that he started to undo Peter’s belt. He unbuckled it and pulled it out. Finally he unbuttoned his pants. Instead of Thor using his hands to unzip Peter’s pants he uses his mouth. He gently bites the zipper and pulls down. He ripped Peter’s pants off as fast as he could. Peter didn’t have any underwear on so as soon as Thor pulled his pants down his cock popped right out. Thor started to jerk Peter off. He spit on his cock to substitute for lube. He started using both of his hands. Thor took his hands off of Peter’s cock. He licked Peter’s cock from the bottom all the way to the top while looking into Peter’s eyes. When he got to the top he tasted a little pre cum. Peter moaned when Thor got to his tip. Thor finally put his whole mouth onto Peter’s cock. Peter’s body jerks as Thor makes his way down to the base.
“Oh god, don’t stop Thor.” Peter manages to say.
Thor takes his mouth off of Peter.
“It taste too good to stop.” Thor whispers.
Thor puts his mouth back onto Peter. Peter grabs Thor’s head and pushes his head down deeper on to his cock. Peter let out a loud moan. The feeling of Thor’s lips up against Peter’s cock felt amazing.
- 10 minutes later -
“My turn.” Thor whispers.
Peter gets off the table, still rock hard. Thor lays on the table. Peter takes Thor’s pants off and throws them to the side. Peter jumps onto the table and immediately grabs Thor’s cock. Peter goes down and puts his soft lips onto Thor’s cock. Peter’s ass in the air, Thor reaches over Peter and slaps Peter’s ass. Peter moans. His moan was muffled since his mouth was still full with Thor’s cock. Thor lays back down. Peter takes Thor’s top off and starts to play with his nipples. He feels Thor’s abs. Every inch and crevice of them. Peter got even more turned on. His cock was leaking pre cum at that point. Thor grabbed Peter’s hair and started to push and pull his head up and down on his cock. Thor’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. He let out a big sigh. Peter glared into Thor’s eyes. His blue eyes shining. Thor grabbed Peter’s face and pulled him in close. He teased a kiss until Peter forcefully put his lips on to Thor’s. They passionately kissed. Thor’s hands still on Peter’s face. He was slowly rubbing his thumb on Peter’s cheek.
- 10 minutes later -
Peter turns around on the table. His ass in Thor’s face. Thor grabs Peter’s ass. He pulls his cheeks apart. Thor doesn’t hesitate to put his tongue right into Peter. Peter let out a moan so loud people outside the ship could probably hear it. Thor took his tongue out and spit into Peter’s hole. Thor rubbed Peter’s hole with his finger. He slowly entered his finger in. Going in an out. Peter moaned every time he put his finger in. Thor finally re entered his tongue. Tongue fucking Peter. Thor licked Peter’s ass like there was no tomorrow. Nose deep.
- 10 minutes later -
Peter grabs a condom from the ship. He always keeps them handy. He hands it to Thor for him to put it on. Thor puts the condom on and gets up from the table and tells Peter to lay down on it. Peter lays down and puts his legs up. Thor rests one of peter’s leg on his shoulders. Thor slowly inserts his cock into Peter’s tight hole. Peter’s head raised up when Thor went inside him. His eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned loudly. Thor pulled out and went inside again. The feeling of Peter’s tight hole on Thor’s cock made Thor moan loudly. Thor put his hair behind his ear leaving one strand in front. Peter loved when he did that. He looked attractive when he did. Peter was extremely turned on by Thor’s hair and that his cock was in him. Thor was going at it.
“Thor go harder!” Peter exclaimed.
Thor listened and went harder. His big thick thighs slamming against Peter’s body. The sound of their bodies slamming against each other flooded the ship. They were both moaning aggressively and loudly. Thor never felt such a tight hole. Peter was enjoying himself. Thor was jacking him off and playing with his nipples. Thor went in closer to Peter. He could feel Peter’s cock on his stomach. He went in for a kiss. Tongue and everything. Thor ran his fingers through Peter’s hair. His soft fluffy hair. Thors beard was tickling Peter’s face. Peter could feel every breath Thor let out on the side of his face. Thor grabbed Peter’s hair. He pulled it with every stroke he took. His girthy hard cock filling up Peter’s ass. Both of their moans still filling the ship. Thor was still going. Their bodies were still slamming against each other.
- 15 minutes later -
“I’m gonna cum Peter!’ Thor shouted.
“Cum on my stomach.” Peter demanded.
Thor pulled out and jerked himself off until he came. It didn’t take him long to cum. Thor came all over Peter’s stomach. Peter took his fingers and wiped the cum off of his stomach. He then put his finger into his mouth and sucked the cum off. Not too long after Peter finally came. Thor did the same thing Peter did. He took some cum off of Peter’s stomach and licked it from his fingers. They went in for a final kiss. After they kissed they wiped themselves off and put their clothes back on. Thankfully they did it fast enough because they saw the others coming back.
- The End -
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keilanabug · 4 years
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10 years....
I came up with this idea on my own when I was writing another story, because I needed some inspiration. Morgan is 14/15 in this fic.
Special thank you to @tommysparker for supporting me and helping me find the courage to post this even if they didn’t realize it.
Warnings: This is sad. I cried writing it. And some fluff (artwork below is not mine)
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“April 26, 2033. Hi dad. It’s Morgan. Today marks 10 years since you died defeating Thanos. Every year gets harder on mom and me. Mom misses you a lot. Like every year on your death date, I’m making a video. I’ve updated you and told you what your missing here on Earth. And instead of doing that, for the 10 year anniversary I’m going to mention some things.
“First I should tell you about mom. You’d be proud of mom. She has stayed strong for me and the company. She’s my rock and supports me. She’s even expanded the company. We do so much including funding cancer research, heart problems and doing good around the world. I love her so much.
“Happy. Your best, most loyal, and trusted friend. He and May got married 7 years ago, and despite major difficulties, have a beautiful baby girl who’s now 3 years old. Remember me telling you about that? She’s Peter and I’s baby sister. Her name is Gwen. She’s the sweetest little thing.
“Peter I guess I should talk about him next. 26 now. He’s doing well. He’s not over your death. None of us ever will be. But some things you’d be proud of for him is that right after high school he was accepted into MIT. He’s created wonderful projects and even works for SI now. He’s like a big brother to me. He’s always watched out and looked after me. He wanted to make sure I was protected since my dad couldn’t. But that’s ok. You made the ultimate sacrifice to make sure I lived in the safest world possible.
“As for the rest of the Avengers? Well there’s never a dull moment. After you and Nat died, Cap went back in time. He returned the stones like we planned. But he changed a little. He stayed in the 40s. Married Peggy. Your aunt Peggy. Mom told me that’s what you called her. They had 3 children and now several great grandchildren. He passed away only year after Thanos died but he was 116. Even for a super soldier it was time to go.
“Professor Banner is still making scientific discoveries. He works really hard. Bucky and Sam get along better now and Bucky is doing ok. I know you never really got to know him. I know you didn’t really like him.
“What else? Who else? What is worth mentioning after 10 years? Rhodes is doing really well. He takes care of mom and I and helps mom with the company. Wanda. We don’t see her all that often, she’s trying to live a normal life back in Scotland. T’Challa‘s outreach centers and Stark Industries have been working together. Shuri has invented creative things that we produce. I know you never met her but she’s cool. Her and Peter became very close. She’s very smart. I think you would’ve liked her. She’s a snarky science child.
“The Guardians are saving the galaxy and with Thor for a lead they never fail. Harley. You remember him? He came to your funeral. Apparently he saved you back in 2013 after the Battle of New York. He works for mom now. He invents. Carol is back in space. Nick is getting up in age there but he still keeps moving along and Maria is still working with them. Doctor Strange stays as elusive as ever.” Tears tickled at the corner of Morgan’s eyes, threatening to spill over.
“That’s my ten year review but me? As the daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts and an Avengers daughter, I have a lot to live up to and I intend to make you proud. You and mom. You’ve impressed the world. I think it’s my turn to impress you.l Morgan started to cry. “I love you 3,000 dad.”
Morgan shut the video camera off, but she kept crying. “Morgan. Morgan!” Peter exclaimed coming down the stairs of the cabin. He caught Morgan crying and saw the video camera that was set up on the coffee table. It clicked in his head at that moment. Memories flashed in his head. But he had to stay strong for Morgan.
“Is today-?” Morgan cut off his sentence by simply nodding. Peter sighed. “How about we go visit him?” He walked towards the couch and the crying girl he considered his sister. Seeing her tears made him tear up a little.
“What?”
“Dad. Let’s go see dad. I bet he’d love to see you.” Morgan took a deep breath through her tears and nodded. “I’d like that.”
Peter helped her stand up, walking with her to the car. Peter hopped in the driver’s seat of the car. Transporting them to Tony’s gravesite.
It wouldn’t be the first time they had visited the gravesite and it wouldn’t be the last. But as long Peter and Morgan has each other, everything would be ok in the world.
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I hope you enjoyed this. If it gets enough views I can write a follow up or maybe I’ll have courage to publish some of the millions of fics (both one -shots and series) on Tumblr.
Feedback is always welcome.
Tagging some people (most won’t answer or read I’m sure): @tommysparker @the-crazy-fanfictionist @angel-spidey @halfblood-princess-505 @spideygirl2003
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fanficsandfluff · 7 years
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Guardians of the Galaxy: One With the Trees (Reader)
My last request from that anon who sent me four GotG reader requests :) I hope you enjoyed them all, sweetie! They were a pleasure to write. 
She asked for the reader climbing trees with Rocket, then getting stuck, and Peter having to come and help free her (you).
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Trees! Trees everywhere and all as tall as the sky. Well, to you it seemed that way, since you’d been in space for so damn long. You killed to see a real tree with leaves and flowers and grass. In fact, the first thing you did when you got off the ship was remove your boots and sink your toes into the dirt and soft grass. 
“You ever climb a tree before?” Rocket walked over and looked up at you to ask as the rest of the group was refueling and setting up a camp outdoors.
You looked down and smiled, shaking your head, “No, never.” 
Rocket grinned and he began walked into the wooded area around them, calling out, “Quill, I’m taking your sister.”
Peter looked up from being perched upon Drax’s shoulder in order to reach the fuel cap on the outside of the Milano, “Yeah, g’head. Don’t do anything stupid.”
You followed Rocket within the thickets of the large, bulky trees. The raccoon would stop at your feet on purpose, so you’d have to halt abruptly, nearly falling. And for that you yelled at him, rightfully so. He’d laugh at you and run around and bounce off trees to get you to smile. That’s the thing about Rocket. While by now he’d grown accustomed to the entire group, he’d tend to favorite you most. He would listen to you and try to be with you often. And hell, you didn’t mind at all. He was funny, snarky, and all around a sweetheart when he wanted to be. A damn great friend. 
“Ah, this is the one,” Rocket gazed upwards into the canopy above them.
You joined in on the gaze, “So, how do we get to the actual branches? I don’t have claws.”
Rocket hopped onto the tree, gripping onto it, “I’ll guide you, princess, don’t worry.”
You rose a brow and huffed as you watched Rocket skitter up the tree. Damn raccoon. So you gripped the trunk and tried hoisting yourself up.
“See all these grooves?” Rocket pointed out, hanging from a small branch already, “You gotta use ‘em as guides to stick your feet into and to grab.”
You attempted climbing up a little more, but fell off with a startled yelp and a thump when you hit the ground.
Rocket shook his head and jumped back down, “You okay, kid?”
“I can’t do it. I’m not exactly strong enough,” you contended, huffing as you sat up with a groan. 
“You can do it,” Rocket grabbed your hand with both of his, tugging on it, “I’ll help you out. It’s a team effort,” he grinned softly. You sighed and trusted him, so you stood back up, brushing yourself off. 
And as Rocket guided you through the process, you found out it was easier to do it without your boots on, so those got ditched early on. Now your toes could easily slip into the many crevices and secure your footing. 
“Seehee? Now you’re a pro!” Rocket scampered down your back and you giggled. 
“Youhu’re more squirrel than raccoon, you know,” you teased and grabbed onto a large branch, allowing yourself a seat. 
“And just what is that supposed to mean?” Rocket asked, flinging himself onto the spot next to you. 
You chuckled, “I always thought of squirrels as the things that climb trees. Never raccoons. That’s all I meant by it,” you threw up your hands in defense. 
Rocket grinned and nodded, letting it go for now. The two of you looked out at all the other trees in the vicinity, the higher vantage point making everything look all the more magical.
“So, uh... how do we get down?” 
Rocket turned to you with a smirk and a chortle, “Nohow that’s the fun part.”
You really didn’t like the way he said that. But you soon found out how, and it consisted of quite a lot of slipping and grabbing onto branches to make sure you didn’t plummet thirteen feet to the ground. And by the end of your first successful tree climb, you were adrenaline-pumped and ready to go for it again. So you and Rocket spent the rest of the daylight jumping up onto tree branches, racing, and overall having a great time. 
It wasn’t until just before sunset when you and Rocket grew too tired to climb anymore. So the both of you leaned against the trunk of a tree, perched atop a sturdy branch, and rested. 
Hearing your name being shouted caused you to sit upright, “Here!” you called to the voice belonging to your big brother. 
Peter soon found the two of you and he smiled, “Geez, you two look like you’ve been rolling in the dirt all day.”
And for some part of that statement, it was true. You and Rocket were splotched with dirt everywhere, and there were leaves and twigs sticking out of your hair and his fur.
“Wehell, we’ve been climbing all day,” you grinned, swinging your legs from the branch you were on.
“I’m glad you had fun, and that Rocket didn’t end up killing you. Time for food. Drax hunted.... something, and we cooked it up.”
“Oooh, sounds dangerous,” you snickered and leaned up on the branch to climb down. It wasn’t too far off the ground, but it was a little too high to jump from. While standing on the branch, one of your feet slipped while you were about to grab the trunk and you fell backwards with a scream. You felt Rocket grab your ankle and Peter screamed out your name again, expecting the worse from this fall. But to all of your surprise, it wound up that your ankle got caught in between the two extensions of branches within the same branch. So now you hung from the branch upside down, just below eye level with your brother.
“Don’t scare me like that!” Peter yelled, clutching his chest.
Rocket chuckled, “I gohotta admit, that was impressive. I thought for sure you were gonna fall.”
You huffed, “Gee thanks. Can you guys help me out?” you struggled to find a way out of this position without some help. 
Peter chortled and shook his head, coming up in front of you to loop his arms around yours. But once he got that step done, he paused and glanced up at Rocket. 
“How stuck are you?”
You rolled your eyes, “Jesus, Pete, that’s like asking how unfunny you are. And both those answers would be very,” you joked. Rocket was her sniggering from the branch still clasping your trapped ankle. 
Peter huffed, releasing your arms so you swung back and forth again, “Pete!” you whined.
Star-Lord grinned and he cracked his knuckles, “Yeah, I’ll help you down,” he approached you once more. 
And from that one sentence, you knew exactly what was in store. And begging wouldn’t even save you.
“P-Pete! Pete, no! Nohoahaha!” you giggled when you felt a fluttering of fingers against your belly, which was now properly exposed and bare since your shirt had hung down. Stupid gravity. 
Peter was grinning like a wolf, not having this kind of opportunity in forever, “What’s wrong? Too ticklish?” he chuckled and clawed at your belly, soon switching to kneading your hips. 
You thrashed while being suspended from one stupid branch and tried using your arms to push Peter away, “Stahahahahap! Dohon’t behehe ahaha jerk! Eep! HahahahahaHAHAhaha!” 
Peter chuckled and he kept up his tickles. But you tried fighting back, since you were level with Peter’s torso. So you reached out and squeezed your brother’s ribs as if your life depended on it. 
Star-Lord yelped and he jumped back, “Nohoho! Hey! Whahat gives?” he chortled and happily moved back towards you, making sure your arms were dangling as he scribbled fingers into the hollows of your underarms. A weak spot. 
You shrieked and tried your best to cover up but it was impossible, “NAHAHA PEHETE! OhohoHOHOho myhy gahad!” 
You thought this was torture enough, but soon you felt something fluffy and scratchy against your trapped bare foot, and you squealed. 
“NAHAHAT FAHAHAIR!” you exclaimed. Peter looked up to see what caused the extra thrashing and witnessed Rocket sitting innocently on the branch as his bushy tail swiped up and down your sole. 
Peter smirked, “Feeling tortured enough yet, sis?” he asked you and leaned in, nuzzling his bearded face into your belly. 
You snorted and your laughter dipped into silence. Your damn evil older brother hummed a chuckle into your skin before he blew a raspberry, holding you still by gripping each of your sides. 
“AAAHHHH! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAP!” 
With one final raspberry, and Rocket scratching his claws under your toes, the two tormenters stopped. 
“G’head, think you can squeeze her out?” Peter asked Rocket to try and assess how they were to get you free. But when Peter went to hook your arms again, you squeaked and clamped them down to your sides.
Peter found that hilarious and he chuckled, “I’m nohot gonna tickle you. Promise,” he smiled sincerely. When you allowed him to grab you under your arms, Rocket kicked your ankle free, and you flopped into Peter. 
“There. All better,” Peter grinned.
You stood upright and slapped Peter right in the chest, “Gohod, I’m freaking light headed. The two of you are dead, by the way.”
“Not if you can’t catch us,” Rocket jested and he took off at a jog back towards the ship. You eyed Peter, who merely shrugged and followed Rocket’s lead.
Those two would be the death of you. 
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The Body Keeps the Score Ch. 15 Where We’re Going Where We’ve Been
You said it yourself bitch, we're the Guardians of the Galaxy." Gamora is finally a part of something. But the past always follows you, eats at you and she must come to grips with her deeds as she tries to build a future. Meanwhile Rocket has never cared much for anyone or anything. Together the two of them discover they are more alike than different and try to heal themselves by befriending the other.
*Content Warnings: Mentions of child/animal abuse, trauma, character death, physical torture/pain*
Title of this fic is taken from the book of the same title "The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma," by Bessel van der Kolk
Daughters sharpen their knives and they hunt for food, others watch their children grow
Mothers going to work, and they shake the hands of a corporate tycoon's ghost
And I'm afraid, ah, I'm so afraid
Ah, what if I lose?, is what I think to myself
I'm finding my shell, I’m afraid of it all, afraid of loving you
So Afraid - Janelle Monae
Back in the beginning when she and the others were newly taken, when they were still themselves, Gamora, Proxima, Nebula and the others dreamt of escaping. Each attempt was futile of course. No matter how strategic Proxima tried to be, no matter how thorough Gamora had surveyed the guards and goons. They were caught. On the eleventh and last attempt they’d been so close. Proxima was getting the stolen ship ready for takeoff, it was Gamora who insisted on waiting for their youngest sister. And when the cyborg girl-more her own flesh then metal at this point-finally had appeared, it was with Thanos. She had told him of their escape plan. That was the first time she had tasted the bitterness of betrayal.
Even now, walking the streets of Tarque with Peter, Drax and Groot she kept a lookout for Nebula. One hand on her sword, the other swinging by her side, ready to reach out and seize anyone who dared come close.
“It’s gonna be okay,” Peter whispered as they walked. His warm breath against her ear tickled, making her stomach flit pleasantly for a moment. “We’ll find some way to explain this to the Nova Corps, there must be a mistake.” Gamora only bit her lip, to have an ounce of Peter’s laid back attitude. I envy it. She forced a nod, maybe it would be okay. Maybe. Probably not.
“We killed their officers and destroyed their ships!”
She whispered back, inching just close enough to him.
“Yeah, well... I mean…”
His voice drifted off.
“Awe crap,”
“What is it?” Drax asked, turning to the two of them.
“Nah, it’s just that I wanted to look over which planets in the Keystone quadrant had Nova Corps bases but I left the little thingy back on the ship.”
“I’ll go,” Gamora immediately volunteered. She needed to clear her head, get some space.
“Gamora, are you sure you want to be walking around alone after our recent battle?” Drax asked, a concerned kindness she almost never saw from the man. She grinned, appreciatively.
“Thank you Drax, but I”ll be fine.”
The destroyer’s eyes narrowed, but he nodded after a time, conceding.
Gamora left the three of them, making down the winding thoroughfare back to the Benatar. Eyes scanning every which way for any sign of trouble.
The Nova Corps would know of the fight by now. They’ll notice that three ships did not come back and none of the officers….they’ll come after us. Kill us. Capture me. The thought of another cage made her heart quake with dread. Thanos, Nova Corps. A prison was a prison. She walked on, darting between people, examining them for any concealed weapons or motives. Tarque was small, but no less reassuring. Gamora looked behind her, every several feet, checking the alleys and shadowy corners. Looking up into the buildings and the ships that flew low above the streets. If she were here Nebula could be hiding anywhere, and so could Nova Corps agents.
Under arrest for endangering my crew? Preventing further harm to planets and peoples? I didn’t endanger anyone…. her mind rolled through the list of decisions, and arguments, and recent actions in the past few turns.Finally out of the throngs of people the orange, blue chrome of the Benatar stood out. Gamora breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked around her once more, palms sweaty. Jogging forward Gamora quickly punched in the codes and ran up the ramp of the ship, sealing the doors shut.
Calm down, breathe. In...out...you’re in the ship, which has more security systems in place than most prisons.
Still she did not let her guard down, peering around each corner and down every hallway towards Peter’s quarters.
Something creaked, Gamora’s heart spasmed a moment, instantly pulling out her sword instantly expecting some enemy.  Right, left….above...down.. something blinked:
Rocket’s data pad. That should have plenty of maps on it.
She picked it up fiddling with the thing. Something blinked, a hologram appearing on the screen.
“Incoming Message: Officer Vakrien of the Nova Corps.”
Her stomach dropped, knees swaying.
No….no he wouldn’t….not after everything they’d gone through. Even someone as selfish and greedy for units wouldn’t...  
Gamora selected the icon. The image of a helmeted Nova Officer appeared, reciting a pre-recorded message.
“Subject 89P13, your intelligence has proven most valuable. We are on our way to you now to apprehend Gamora. We appreciate your cooperation. We are transferring another  60,00000.00 units to you.. However, if your crew or yourself should attempt to hinder our arrest you will also be arrested. We look forward to your continued cooperation.”
The message ended with a static, the hologram of the officer going fuzzy and clicking off showing the blank screen.
He did….he... she swallowed, mouth dry. Her stomach turned with discontent. The wires beneath her flesh pricked and stung. The very arm which he’d taken such good care of now trembled. How dare he......after everything… Gamora gripped the data pad tightly, stuffing it into her pack. He healed me….he...cared…no. Thanos said he cared too, Thanos would heal her wounds occasionally, speaking sweetly as he did to comfort her, reassure her. Only to laugh as she was tested the following day. She warred with herself conjuring the image of Rocket dexterously fixing her wounds. The oddly soft way he’d spoken to her. Thanos whispered nice things too. Made me believe he loved me…. the memories of it threatened to drown her. She stormed off the ship. That miserable….rat! No, he’s not a rat. But... I thought he changed. No he hadn’t and she was fool enough to believe it.
Rage simmered, rushing into the place of raw sorrow and dejection. Betrayal. I trusted him…. she thought painfully.
Then, even worse the realization dawned on her:....... he was my friend.
She sniffed,  straightened and tightened her grip on her sword. Where is he? She bypassed the main street, slipping down alleyways. No wonder the treacherous rodent slunk away as soon as we landed. She walked with purpose, peeking into every bar window.
“How could I have been so stupid?”
How long had he been feeding the information? Since they left Xandar? Since they’d broken out of the Kyln?
“Evmon’s,” Gamora spotted the glowing sign across the way and dashed towards it, looking through the dirty window. There he is, the image of the raccoonoid illicit  an all consuming fury in her chest, weeping out of  the hurt and vulnerability. She pushed open the door, ready for yet another battle.
“You,”
Rocket turned slowly in his stupor. Already reeking and blinking slowly.
“You betrayed me to the Nova Corps!”
The words tumbled out, bubbling up from the place of self-loathing and hatred Thanos had so keenly exploited. Gamora shouted down at him, miserable wretch.
“Star-Shit?” He mocked cruelly, those foreign animal orbs eyeing her. He could see through her, into the feelings she harbored for Peter, he was trying to exploit them.
“Groot,” she corrected.
Make him hurt. He’s a monster….like Thanos and he manipulated you just like Thanos did. You fell for it. After all this time you fell for it.
“ I thought...we were a family after that. That we could be something better. Groot taught me that.”
It was true after all. The large flora had sacrificed himself for all of them, her and Rocket included. Though she’d hardly ever done anything to warrant such a selfless act. The longest she and Groot had ever interacted was when she’d lopped his limbs off.
I never apologized for that, she realized. But in this instance of hurt and betrayal she twisted that guilt back, spouting it upon Rocket.
“I guess his death wasn’t worth much after all. Not to you anyway.”  The words were out of her mouth before she could stop it. The drunk ringtail flinched, alien eyes narrowed.
“You were right Rocket. You are a monster. I’m sorry Groot didn’t realize that sooner. It would’ve saved him if he had.” The grief of it made her voice crack. The raccoonoid was not the only one who missed that calming, innocent, stable presence amid a very unstable life.
Rocket inhaled sharply, his bottom lip quivering. Something beamed within her, satisfied at his hurt. Good, she mused inwardly. He’d hurt her, terribly. But Gamora was never one to succumb to a blow. Oh no, she resolved, she’d beat him back and hit twice as hard because that was the only thing that had ever kept her alive.
“Your heart. You have none. The only thing that's there is a cybernetic pump. No different then this tap,”
The ringtail spluttered for words, mouth agape. His usual blustery demeanor now diminished. Wounded.
“Shut up! You don’t know what the flark your talking about!” He tried to defend, but it was no good. Gamora huffed, eyes wild.
“I saw the scans Rocket. You had them saved on your data pad. You want to know what was in there? A metal pump with wiring connected to your main circulatory system. There’s no heart. Just a machine.”
 The lie was out of her before she could stop it. Of course she’d seen a passing file on the data pad labeled “89P13,” assuming it contained images of Rocket’s past but she hadn’t opened it. She fumed but the traitor in front of her didn’t seem to notice the lie. His own pain turning to anger as quickly as her own.
“Shut up! You're no better than Thanos!”
It was her turn to look struck, though she should’ve anticipated it from someone so defensive as Rocket. I am nothing like Thanos.  The ringtail of all people should know, how hard it was to separate yourself from your creator. His words cut deep, to the bone.
Enough of this,
She snatched him up by the back of his head, depositing him out on the street.
“When we get back to the ship, I’m telling the rest of them what you’ve done,”  she stated. Rocket quaked, trying to gather himself up.
“N...no!” He slurred, giving her one last nasty snarl. She shrugged, not bothering to indulge his tantrum.
Gamora stalked away, back into the crowds. Better to be attacked by a stranger then someone you know.
She found Drax, Peter and Groot shortly, following the little flora’s incessant “I am Groot-ing”
“Gams!” Peter grinned across the way, opening his arms for a hug. “There you are! You got the maps?”
She allowed herself to be wrapped in his arms, if only for a moment. Safe, comfortable. Too safe. Too comfortable. She pulled away, revealing Rocket’s data pad from her bag.
Predictably the raccoonoid indeed have an interactive map of all Nova Corps bases not only in the Keystone Quadrant but every quadrant in the known galaxy. Intel on their total numbers, codes to several of their files included their most wanted list and their registry of bounty hunters in their employ, of which he himself was still registered.
Peter’s words of assurance did little to calm her nerves. Her mind inwardly toiling with mixed emotions of fury and raw hurt peppered now and again by occasional guilt.
I should not have lied about the scans.
“Okay so good news is there’s no Nova base on Tarque!” Peter exclaimed happily. We’ll head back to the ship and go from there. I’ll transmit a message to Danarian Dey, let him know it was honestly our bad for killing those guys and we’ll smooth things over, how’s that sound?”
How Gamora wished she could believe him, wanted to allow herself that peace of mind. His efforts to make things better were heartening. But she could hardly reciprocate, not with the drip drip drop of Rocket’s betrayal eating away at her like acid.
I have to tell him, she looked up again at Peter’s bright eyes. In the moment Gamora managed a nod, and a smile as they turned and headed back to the Benatar.
“I am Groot?”
“I’m sure our furry friend will catch up to us,” Drax assured the little flora with a pat on the back.  
“I AM Groo!!” Gamora swallowed the irritation of Groot’s cries.
“Okay, okay, I’ll go get him,” Peter offered, turning to her as if for permission. This time she could not bring herself to nod or smile, but motioned for Drax and Groot to follow her. She watched Peter taper off through the streets, the air of momentary levity gone with him.
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Gamora retreated to her quarters as soon as they made it back on the ship. She needed to hide, to get away and be gone from all of them.
Nova Officers would come after them again. They would not give up the hunt, they were ruthless in their prosecution. I got into this mess, by trusting. By thinking that vermin was capable of friendship.
She practiced with her blade the remainder of the evening, swinging and slicing, turning her animosity into something productive, something that could serve her.
“Again Gamora,”
Thanos words toyed with her mind. She thrust forward, stabbing the target with the tip of her sword.
“You will have to do better than that,” and then he’d sigh, or shake his head and gesture for Ebony Maw to take her, for another session of procedures, for more modifications.
“No!” She screamed, twisting and slicing again.
“G...Gamora?”
Peter.
She tried to steady her breath, wiping her head with the back of her arm and wiped her blade; putting it away before she opened the doors to her quarters.
“You look...good,” he tried awkwardly.
“I’m covered in sweat,” she laughed, this time genuine.
“Yeah well...I just mean...you...you look….like, ready for battle.”
She stepped aside allowing him to enter. He looked around awkwardly, anywhere but her.
“You don’t have a lot of stuff in here,” he noticed.
“I don’t have a lot of stuff anywhere. Thanos allowed us no possessions but our choice weapons and I didn’t exactly catch the orb on Xandar thinking I’d join this….this…” she gestured with her hands. Peter’s eyes shifted around, considering, then finally landed on her again.
“I’m sorry Gamora, I didn’t mean…”
“It was Rocket.”
She picked up a weight on the ground and lifted it with ease, focusing on taunt muscle and the sweet burn of her body pushing itself.
“W...what do you mean?”
She put the weight down, with more force than necessary and sat on her bunk, hands gripping the metal rim of it. Body tense and rigid with exertion.
“It was Rocket who sold me out to the Nova Corps.”
Peter blinked, fumbling for a moment and finally sat down beside her. She watched his arm move out of the corner of her eye, almost making to place it around her but stopped, placing it back in his lap.
“He wouldn’t. I mean, he’s bad. But he’s not that bad. He wouldn’t do that to any of us. Say what you want about him. He’s not a snitch and you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Gamora smiled, tentatively placing her hand on his. Large and warm and always open. He squeezed it but made no further motion, stars knew how grateful she was for that.
“Do you still have his data pad?”
Peter nodded it, pulling it out. Gamora found the messages easily and tapped the one from Officer Vakrien. The message played, but she hardly heard, staring down into the floor and curling her fingers around the metal rim of her bunk. That inexorable rage rose in her again, she almost wished the raccoonoid was here.  Her attention moved back to Peter, watching him take it in. His eyes widened, listening then set his lips in a firm line, brow furrowed. The recording clicked off.
“That little…..” the man’s eyes searched for a while, Gamora could only imagine the various scenarios playing out in his mind. Finally Peter’s look softened. 
“....what do you want to do about it?” Gamora huffed, flopping backward uncharacteristically laid back down on her cot, staring up at the chrome ceiling of her small room.
“I confronted him,” she sussed out. “Back on Tarque, I….what’s the expression, let him have it?”
Peter laughed, laying down sideways next to her, one arm propping his head up so he looked down at her with ….admiration? Sympathy? Understanding? Longing? She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
“I lied to him,” she finally muttered, redirecting her gaze upward. “Told him I looked at the scans on the file he must’ve stolen of himself.” Peter’s face twisted in confusion but he let her continue, leaning only slightly closer, listening. 
“He told me once, he doesn’t know what his creators did to him. If they replaced his flesh and blood heart with metal machinery like nearly everything else.” She took a deep breath, “It eats at him. I can tell.” The same way it eats at me.  After all, Ebony Maw did much more than simple enhancements for fighting. They were both, as it were, built to be weapons. She shivered. Peter reached out, gently rubbing the ball of her shoulder. Gamora only stiffened once but found herself relaxing under his coaxing touch. He withdrew after a moment.
“But….so what?”
She frowned.
“So what if he has a flesh and blood heart or not? What he did was heartless. He acted heartless and my mom always said actions speak louder than words. Or...I guess...body parts in this case? Man...that’s..weird...but...I guess taken out of context..”
“What’s your point Peter?” She nudged, hopefully not unkind.
“My point, ooof yeah my point is,” he flopped the reset of the way down beside her on the bed, the two of them laying just close enough that she could feel his warmth. I could lean into it...it’d be so nice and safe….relaxing. Peter wouldn’t hurt me. Wouldn’t betray my trust. Maybe he’s the only one who wouldn’t. No….no he could just as well. You felt safe when Rocket was holding your hand in the forest, you felt comfortable when he was checking out your wounds in the common area...Peter is no different. You can’t. You’ve already let your guard down once. Do not do it again. Do not do it again little one. Thanos taunts echoed from the back of her head. She bit back the anxiety, focussing on Peter’s words.
“It doesn’t matter even if he does have a literal heart. Or a machine, whatever is in there certainly isn’t making him into some altruistic hero. He...he betrayed you, he lashed out at Groot, he’s nothing but mean and unforgiving to all of us...he’s acting heartless. And besides, you could be right. They could have replaced a little raccoon heart with something more...uhh...advanced. I mean everything under his skin is probably cybernetic. In all likelihood you’re right. But it doesn’t even matter.”
Gamora nodded, considering. He had a point. A good one. One that was assuring and placated, at least for a moment her guilt at lying.
“You know,” he continued with that impish tone she’d come to recognize as ‘I have an idea. It’s probably not a good one and you’ll never agree to it but I’m going to say it on the off chance you do agree.’She decided to humor him this one time. “We could find out the truth,” he moved his fingers across the data pad, clicking open several files until he reached the one labeled 89P13.  Gamora slapped his hand away,
“That’s private, we shouldn’t.”
“Awe co’mon now I’m really curious!”
“No Peter,” she repeated, though less stern. “I may have been unsure about the truth but that isn’t ours to discover. If Rocket really wanted to know the answer to that question, he would’ve looked at his own scans by now. He hasn’t done that because he knows the truth. He’s a hardened little monster,” she spat. Even Peter flinched this time but did not leave her.
“Well,” he began slowly, putting the pad down on the bed behind him. “I did just see Rocket off. He went somewhere in our last escape pod.”
“What?!” Gamora sat upright,
“Yeah, he didn’t say where he was going just that...I’m to take care of Groot if he doesn’t come back in a bit and...he told me to...tell you that he’s sorry. Wow this makes so much more sense now that I know he was snitching on you and got chewed out for it.”
“Any idea where he went?”
“No,” Peter sat up beside her. “But we can find out. He took the only other escape pod after Nebula grabbed the first one….we really need to start putting some security procedures and locks on those things.”
“The Nova Corps may have already  caught up to him,” Gamora thought aloud. “If he’s caught by the Nova Corps he’ll tell them where we are.”
“...you think he’d do that?” Peter broached slowly. Gamora raised a brow skeptically. The man nodded, reluctant.
The woman reached up, running a hand through her hair.
“How could I have been so stupid? You think running from Thanos and Nebula would teach me a lesson,” she shook her head pursing her lips.
“What lesson?” Peter asked gently, he stood up, coming to her slowly, tentatively as if waiting for her to swat him away. She eyed him carefully, planting her hands on her hips, pacing.
“Trust,” she answered curtly.
Peter looked at her with sympathy, his hands gingerly touching her wrists. He stood close, the scent of leather and fuel and maybe some sweet rellian candies lingering on his body and breath. Gamora clenched her jaw, willing herself not to blush, not to feel at ease, not to lean into him.
“When I was with Yondu as a kid, man, I couldn’t trust anyone, especially not the blue bastard himself. I used to hide in the storage or up in the ventilators in fear of being eaten, or beaten or dragged into some dangerous scheme,” he spoke with unbelievable ease. “...after a while the only person I trusted was myself. But….for what it’s worth, I trust you.”
She glanced up at him sharply, her eyes softened. She took his hands, and allowed him to rub her arms. He smiled, sadly this time, bittersweet.
“You do?” She whispered.
“Yeah, Gamora, I do.”
He inched towards her, face close to her, their noses almost touched. Lingering in that space just before intimacy, so close. Gamora yearned for it, closing her eyes. She was not about to kiss this human on Knowhere, not even with his music in her ears and the shimmering celestial stars all around them-but here….on this ship, now...maybe, just maybe she could…
“Quill! Gamora!”
Drax’s shout from the other side of the door shattered their moment. Gamora’s heart sank as she stepped back. Peter pressed his lips into a thin line, closing his eyes,
“What is it Drax?”
“If you two are not engaging in intercourse I have a plan for how we may seek out and destroy this traitor.”
Gamora gave Peter one last grin, opening the door to her quarters.
The large tattooed man looked between them in confusion.
“So you are not having a sexual encounter?”
“No man of course not!”
“Oh….that is too bad. You would make a handsome pair. “
“What was your point Drax?”
“Well, I have been thinking about this treacherous fiend. I say that we go back to every planet and place we have been since Xandar and destroy anyone we came in contact with if they do not agree to tell us the truth.”
“Drax I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Gamora reasoned.
Do I tell Drax? There will be no hope for him and Rocket if I do, with one so honor bound as him.
“Drax, where’s Groot?” Peter wondered all of a sudden concerned with the well being of the sapling.
“Oh,” the Destroyer looked over each shoulder, then to the ground and frowned. “I do not know where the small dumb tree went. He was annoying me so I went to find you.”
Peter grumbled something, shaking his head and leaving to go find the little flora; not before throwing Gamora one last sympathetic look. She returned it, waving for him to find Groot.
“Gamora,” Drax rumbled.
She stopped, going rigid for a moment glancing at her swords laying nearby.
“I just want to assure you, it was not me who was selling you out to the Nova Corps. I would never betray my friends that way.”
“Thank you Drax.”
“I would very much like to disembowel the honorless traitor myself. But, I will restrain myself. When we find them, I would be honored to watch you laugh as they screamed. And marvel as you bathe in their blood.”
“.....Thank you Drax,” Gamora placed a hand on his large shoulder, the skin raised and taunt, rippling with tattoos. He returned the gesture comfortably with a bubbling beaming smile she had not seen outside of fighting. Warmth crept into her chest, different from that she felt with Peter and different from...the friendship she had felt when she took Rocket’s hand. But still budding and strong with potential.
“Guys,” Peter called. Drax and Gamora took off down the hall towards his voice. “I found Groot!”
They came on to the flight deck of the Benatar, Peter crouching over Groot who was playing with the controls of the two escape pods.
“I found Groot….and Rocket.”
Gamora looked at the screen, used for tracking the pods. A crude map of the Keystone Quadrant with a blinking blue dot shown in the fourth sector, drifting further away. She scrutinized the screen, another set of blinking catching her eyes. The second pod, Nebula.  Her escape pod was flying just inside the third sector. The realization dawned on her slowly, anger returning anew.
“Peter,” she whispered, “I know where Rocket’s going.”
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