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missblissy · 5 years

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Title: A Family of Three

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption Genre: fanfic, reader insert, cute, fluff, one-shot, I’m calling this the Happy Ending!AU, drabble, so much fucking fluff, light angst Characters: Arthur Morgan, Arthur Morgan x Reader, Reader, Female! Reader, Dad!Arthur,

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((This is just one of many Happy Ending!AU drabbles I have. More happy Arthur on the way!!))

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You spend a morning with Arthur and your daughter, thinking about what if’s and the past far behind you.

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Warmth covered your body and lathered it in peaceful sleep. You rolled over to your side, half awake, half asleep, and collided with an equally warm mass. The smell of a dying fire filled your nose while the sounds of wind breezed by your home. You curled up beside your husband and take the chance to grab his arm and wrap it around you. He must have woke up because his hand went right for your rear end and gave it a firm squeeze. This caused you to chirp out quietly and jump closer to him.

“Arthur!” You whispered in a faint yell. You started to think this was a trap and he had been waiting for you to roll over all morning. He took his other arm and scooped it under your neck and pulled you in.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head and took in a deep breath, “Good morning,” His sigh was filled with content.

Your face was trapped in the base of his neck and chest. He smelled like home. A mixture of pine needles and tobacco and dirt. It was certainly an acquired taste, “Good morning,” You mumbled against his skin.

Arthur let out a chuckle and loosened his grasp on you. You had to hold back a small whine at the loss of contact with him, “Excuse me, ma’am?”

You stared up at him with a twinkle in your eyes and grin ever growing on your face, “Oh- sir! I didn’t see you there,” You both shared a giggle, “Sorry about that,”

“It’s all right,” He drawled in a tone that got lower by the word. Arthur got close to your ear and you could feel his morning stubble tickle your cheek, “I just wanted to ask you something?”

You bit your lips and held your breath, “Yeah?” Your voice was weak and shaky.

“Do you happen to have a husband?” The question was laced with other meanings, “It’d be a shame cause I think I’m fallin’ in love, and you know what comes after love,”

Damn it he was something else, wasn’t he? Your heart race and the heat between both of your grew. You felt him kiss his way from your ear down your neck and to your exposed collar bone. You found yourself giving in to him.

Just as things were about to take a turn for far more intimate, your bedroom door slammed open. You and Arthur immediately jumped apart, each at the other end of your shared bed and let out a shared startled scream.

“Mama!!” A little girl stood in your doorway with the biggest grumpiest pout on her face. She was a trouble maker and toddler on a rampage. Your daughter could be a sweet little child if she wanted too. But most days she was ready to start wars for the simplest things.

She ran over to you and jumped onto your bed. She stood there with her little hands on her hips and eyed you and her father, “You didn’t wake me up!!”

You sat up, Arthur too, and you reached your hands out to her, “I’m sorry, pumpkin,” You had a long list of names you called her. She took your hands and made her spot between you and Arthur, “Was there something you had to do today?” She was only four, turning five in a few weeks, so what on earth was so important for this little girl to get up early?

“I wanted to make breakfast with you for daddy before he got up!” This wasn’t news to you, yet you forgot about it entirely, “But he’s already up!”

“Yes I am!” Arthur playful growled and scooped up your daughter in his arms. She started giggling and squealing loudly as he tickled her sides.

She called out to you, “Mama!!” Her laughs cut between each word, “Save me!!”

You grabbed her skinny little legs coming out from under he nightgown and started tickling her feet, “Foolish little girl!” Your voice was low like you were some scary monster, “You’ve fallen right into your trap!!”

“Noo!!” She cried out but kept laughing away. A smile was wide on her face and she wiggled around trying to escape the tickle attack you and Arthur had started.

Arthur held her close and laughed and kissed her cheek while you kissed the other one. It was the little moments like these that you tried your best to remember. You knew when she got a little older she’d never come barging into your room demanding attention.

Your daughter riggled herself from your hands and rolled over to sit between you and Arthur. Despite all that happened she had a very one-track mind, “I still wanna make breakfast! Please! Please, please, please!!”

How could you say no to that? You looked at her then to Arthur. He had such a soft look on his face, maybe a little tired too but he still smiled and rested a hand on your little girl’s head.

“Sure,” He drawled, “We can all make breakfast together, wouldn’t that be fun, sweetheart?”

She clapped her hands together and nodded her head, “Yes!” She bounced in place and looked over to you, “Can we Mama?” Funny how she always asked you for permission to do things. She never asked Arthur because she knew he’d tell her to go ask you.

“Of course,” You said. You turned and started climbing out of bed, your daughter close behind you until she threw her arms up and Arthur picked her to balance her on his hip. It warmed your heart to see him hold her. So much has changed in the last several years. You escaped the gang, you got married, you bought land in the mountains, built a home and had a daughter with the man you loved.

They went ahead to the kitchen and started cracking open eggs while you stayed behind in your room to get dressed, Unlike your husband and child, you liked wearing normal clothes. It was often you’d see your daughter spend all day in her nightgown. And Arthur just liked being lazy every now and then.

As you pulled your pants up and tied the belt around your waste, you caught a glimpse of the photo sitting on your dresser. You smiled sadly as you stared at a black and white image of the only family you had for such a long time.

It pained your heart when you saw Hosea sitting there with everyone else. It hurt even more when you looked at Dutch’s face. Would he be happy for you? Would any of them? Would they be jealous? Would they still try to kill you? The only person you knew was left was John and his family. They were out in Blackwater. But the last letter you got from the Marstons said something about... men wanting them, and that there might be trouble. Something about the government too and to keep your eye out for any men in black spying around.

You shook the thought from your head when Arthur came in to check on you, “Busy?”

You waved a hand, “No, no...” He saw you looking at the photo of the gang and even his own features dropped. Why was it so painful to think about?

He grabbed your hand in his, soft and sweet, and pulled you away from your old world, “Come on love,” He felt it too. You went along with him as you left your bedroom.

“I love you, Arthur,” You said without warning.

It took him by surprise, not in a bad way, and he stopped in the hallway. He took both of your hands in his and looked down to meet your gaze, “I love you too,” He knew you wanted to say more.

“I miss... them... I do...” You could hear a bang from the kitchen and you were ready to jerk away and see what happened. Your daughter didn’t scream so Arthur kept you in place. She was fine.

He brought his forehead to yours, pressing them together and let time pass, “I miss them too. Every day,” He was never much for words, but he also knew just what to say, “I wish we could be with all of ‘em... But that world, as much as I hate to say it, is dead and wouldn’t have been safe for her,” You both looked down the hallway to were your daughter was making a mess in the kitchen.

She called, “Daddy!” But the both of you ignored the call for a few seconds longer.

Arthur kissed you lightly, then a second time more lovingly. He was such a loving man with a big heart. His smile made all your sadness melt away and reminded you how lucky you were to be here and to have what you did.

You took his hand and walked into the kitchen, slightly sad but ready to start another new day with your little family of three.

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grumpytrashpanda · 6 years

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Carry His Name In Your Heart - [Archive Of Our Own]

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Author: Go_LuckyFanfics

Title: Sweetest Of Dreams

Chapter 2/3 - Carry His Name In Your Heart

Word Count: 4993

Rating: General - Will Be Changed As Of Chapter Three

Summery: As the night commences on Xandar for the holiday of love our romanced couple becomes frustrated for the lack of privacy and understanding from their group, striving to break free for just one night. Meanwhile a swindling face is met again but the merchant’s methods haven’t seem to have changed from their last meeting.

So it was decided with some coaxing and promises of a fun night, the two of them were going on a date. It’d been so long since they used the word if ever in the history of their relationship. The word sounded so strange because in their eyes neither of them changed much since the beginning, though that couldn’t be further from the truth. Peter and Rocket were both sides of the same coin, not on the exterior but inside at their heart. Both beaten souls believed they missed their chance at happiness long ago with someone else long ago and were destined to spend their days roaming the galaxy in solitude but that’s the beauty of uncertainty in the universe’s hold.

Rocket was still showering and going over a few things, the warm water and thick steam washing over the raccoon. He didn’t know what to expect from tonight…

The things he talks me into, Star-Dork probably went n’ wasted all our units on this. Still, part of me is really looking towards it.

Sometimes we should just go with the flow, lying weightless and allow the current to carry us where we should be. The romanced duo had been engaged for months but never referred to their usual antics in bars and among as a date, just fun between friends….really good friends.

Quill was already dressed in his usual outfit except for a snazzy blue denim jacket instead of his red leather one, meeting the other Guardians in the Quadrant’s cockpit. He did say they were going casual and there wasn’t a need to get all spiffed up for this, deciding to not go into the biggest of details on the holiday’s purpose when the other’s questioned why they were making an unscheduled trip to Xandar.

“What’s the meaning on this day your people celebrate? Who is Valentine and why are we supposed to acknowledge his day of birth?”

“Drax it’s not someone’s birthday…” Peter noted to the tattooed brute with a bemused look on his face. Gamora and Kraglin were pretty straight forward about whatever tradition their captain had tried to talk about either playing along or is the cases of the latter, celebrating some different version of it acute to his home planet’s take. “It’s a day where you show someone you love how much they mean to you, so me and Rocket are going out for the night.”

“You two do that all the time, how’s this supposed to be different?” Gamora inquired on his proposed reasons for this with a hand resting on her hip, leaning against the wall next to the cockpit’s entrance.

“Because it just is. You guys can do whatever you want, stay here, go out, I really don’t care whichever.” The man pointed out with a vague hand gesture in her direction, climbing into his pilot’s seat and staring outside the helms’ view on the galaxy. He really didn’t want to indulge them with all the details and he might’ve loved them all as family but it wasn’t their business to know everything him and Rocket were doing later on their retreat, treating it more like his fiancé’s rutting season where they disappeared for a whole week on Sakaar like a couple honeymooners with little warning in their haste.

It was the best vacation or as Peter would’ve referred it, the best sex-cation him they ever had together. The two unsung lovers gambled in the Grandmaster’s tower, sampled drinks of the planet’s culture, and when night befell the surface rocked the bed with howls and chitters in their rented suite loud enough to awake the whole galaxy. They both returned and Gamora shot the raccoon a glare asking if he got what he needed and was given a wide smile in return saying he did, winking with his arms crossed at his partner as he strolled by.

“We’ll be staying here for the night.” He showed the coordinates on the ship’s console to her, the hotel he reserved for their evening. “I’m only telling everyone incase something happens.”

“Peter, what happens if we must reach you for something?” Drax asked and walked up beside him in a pause. It wasn’t like something wouldn’t inevitably would occur for them, it always did and it was the sole reason they couldn’t ever get any downtime.

“Then you call us but only if it’s important ok?” Peter replied to all of them when referring to their last incident when him and his partner went somewhere for the weekend. “The heater going out doesn’t count as being important enough to knock down my hotel door.”

“It was getting hot, you wouldn’t answer your comm.” Drax shifted his head and looked down a Quill, lowering his brows. “I found your child like scream amusing when we witnessed you and friend Rocket sharing in sexual intimacy, you should stop being ashamed of revealing yourself around us Quill. It’s what your people would call….un-manly.”

“You kicking down our door while me and Rocket were having sex isn’t something normal people do.” Peter said through his teeth, flabbergasted when describing what counted as an emergency during their retreats with his fiancé and the sole fact the brute assumed it’d be natural for them to be screwing each other in plain view of everyone.

“Save it Quill, cause’ I’ll be shooting the next dweeb who decides to try that again. Is one night too much to ask of you people?” A familiar voice marked coming up the stairs into the cockpit.

“You look very handsome Rocket.” Mantis brightly smiled, the raccoon stopping in the middle of the room as everyone took in his appearance. He had showered, carried a strong scent of lavender as usual, went ahead when deciding to use some gel on the fur around his head creating a glossy curved slick and was wearing a beige colored jumpsuit they’d rarely seen him in before.

“My man, Rocky.” Peter whistled at his dolled-up date. “I think I’m jealous cause’ you look-”

“I think he looks fantastic cap’n.” Kraglin chimed in when Peter couldn’t finish his sentence.

“I Am Groot.” Groot chuckled and gave a small thumbs up to his best friend, Rocket bashfully rubbing his neck when Gammy gave her own small grin at him from across the cockpit. Sure they were annoying and got on her nerves but she still always found it adorable watching them like this here, two total geeks swooning over each other.

“Yeah well you wanted casual, this is casual.” Rocket said gesturing with his hands on his whole appearance. “Also Groot thinks you’re a total nerd when trying to flirt, thinks you need more practice.”

“Hey I got you slicking your hair back again.” Peter toyed with Rocket’s ear when he climbed into the co-pilot seat next to him, typing in a few coordinates on his screen for Xandar. “I haven’t seen you do that in ages, that right there is nothing but first class charm going on…”

“My glorb’ you’re worse than he says.” Rocket couldn’t help but jab Quill in the arm for that comment, even though it was partially true. He usually never did anything cosmetic to his hairlines, it wasn’t that important to him they supposed which surprised them now. “To think Groot gives me crap for those smutty punchlines you probably stole off a fortune cookie.”

“I Am Groooot!!”

“See that’s exactly my point,” Rocket hollered to the teenage floral in the seat behind him. “mister’ casanova’s losing his edge.”

“You weren’t saying that last night whe-“ Peter tried to argue with his partner when Gamora had enough and slapped him across the head, turning her eyes to the raccoon watching his pupils widen. In their group It was like two brothers arguing until their big sister Gammy would come in to break up the fuss.

“Can you two keep it in your pants until we get there? I feel like I’m living among a band of idiots.” The green assassin looked at the two males, Peter rubbing his forehead and Rocket raising his palms off the console in defeat to her.

“I Am Groot…” Groot laughed pointing out the raccoonoid’s silence.

“I ain’t afraid of her, d’ast…” Rocket snipped at his friend mocking him, especially after he just told someone they were losing their edge.

“Oh, you better be…” Gamora warned, cocking her head so she could see the tinge in his throat as Rocket huffed and rolled his eyes to her. She loved all them despite how insufferable these dorks could be some days, that didn’t mean she’d ask to change who they were. They all enjoyed messing with each other but the real sibling rivalry was always between her and Rocket and there a hint inside he’d never admit was kind of scared of her whenever the green assassin would get angry.

“Cap’n, are we set to depart?” Kraglin asked to which Quill nodding in agreement and pressed in few more coordinates, notifying planet-side of their impeding arrival.

“Aww Xandar.” Rocket’s exhaled as their ship landed is their usual bay reserved for them, the back door sliding open and the group stepping onto familiar territory. They’d been accustomed to the scenes of corpsmen’ patrolling the paved streets and a few different species of people strolling through nearby parks and shops was common enough. “Somebody care to remind me again why we spend so much time here and not somewhere more…uh….less boring.”

“Because the people here are grateful to have us around and it’s one of the few places we can retreat to for help from the Nova Corp when we need it.” Yeah Rocket was right, Xandar wasn’t the most exhilarating place to be but it served it’s role when Gamora made her point. The various people living on the rather terra-like planet were always at peace with the Guardians after they’d been renowned as heroes for saving them during Ronan’s assault on their home.

“huumfhh.” The raccoon scuffed next to Quill, one of his ears flicked watching the people walking on the streets. “Those nova’ boys are nothing but a bunch of whiney do-gooders. We saved their flarkin’ hides over a year ago and they still ring our comms off the walls whenever they have a problem, which is always….”

“I Am Groot…” Groot seemed to be out of his angst phase, being more social lately with everyone. It was a nice change and one that Mantis played a part in bringing out of him, a tender side that reminded them all of his former self.

“Yeah whatever,” Rocket brushed a hand in Groot’s direction, checking something on his communicator. “I’ll play nice with em’. Me and Quill are goin’ to head off so you people can go get yourselves wasted or something, find somewhere to shebang for all eh’ care.”

“But what if something occurs and we require the aid of you and the Star-Lord here?” Drax recited motioning with a hand while they all strolled down the streets past a small crowd, the raccoon kicking a stone across the lawn in frustration and his eyes beaming to the voice’s direction.

“I couldn’t care less if something happens, you idiots can make due or it can just wait. Nobody’s to come find us until tomorrow morning.” He huffed pressing a palm on his head, feeling more and more like Quill does when referring to the brute as a whiney old woman. "Why are you making such a big deal over this?”

“Because we are safer friend if we don’t separate, it’s unwise when we have many enemies out there…”

“Drax you need to chill, for real.” Peter reassured ahead of them all as they paused on the sidewalk. “Nothing’s going to happen while we’re gone but just in case you know where we’ll be alright…”

“Very well, I will respect your decision.” Drax nodded in understanding, not making any remarks about the man telling him to chill since he’d gotten better at understanding metaphors, at least those used commonly from either him or the ringtail. “Do you wish for me to stand guard outside your reserved room so nobody will disturb you later?”

“No!!” Peter and his fiancé both answered simultaneously to the offer.

“We’ll call you if we need anything, you don’t call us…” The Terran continued afterwards, they were grown up or whatever you’d call these two and it seemed he was being treated like a child himself. Unlike his grumpy date tonight, Peter could mostly reframe from resorting to anger because he knew that’s just how Drax was sometimes.…in a direct and unfiltered kind of way.

“Cap’n, do you believe I should stay with the Quadrant or should we-“

“Nah it’ll be fine, you guys go have fun.” Peter finished off his hesitance to go about leaving their ship behind in the landing bay.

The two males strolled off towards downtown as night began to fall leaving the rest of the group to partake in whatever festivities were being held for them, Mantis waving them off while Gamora nudged Drax’s arm lightly pointing at their backsides.

“How long do you think it’ll be before we get a call saying one of them got arrested while out there?”

“I do not feel appropriate about gambling on the possible outcome of leaving them alone but I will still play this game of yours…” Drax watched his two friends disappear down the street around a corner, crossing his arms at her proposal. “twenty units on the raccoon starting a bar fight.”

Finally they were alone, just two space-dorks heading off to enjoy whatever the moonlight might throw at the couple. Peter kept his pace a bit slower to match the speed of the much shorter male as they passed some passing children and one of them bumped into him, warranting a small hiss in return. Could’ve call it a blind adventure because only one of them knew what they were doing with the ringtail along for the ride, tugging with a hand on Peter’s left pantleg.

“Hey Pete, lemme’ get up there?” Rocket requested, humoring the latter since he typically just did it whenever he felt like it without hesitation as an alternative to walking.

“Yeah, sure pal.” Peter continued walking as Rocket easily scampered up the backside of his blue jacket. He winched lightly when poked by a few of those tiny claws but learned if he made any sudden jerky movements it’d startle the raccoon into gripping him tighter, looking up at Rocket in his usual place on his back with his legs handing aside Quill’s neck. If there wasn’t a lush brown tail involved, most onlookers would’ve assumed it was a child getting a piggyback ride from their father.

“Thanks, now gimme’ that…” Rocket demanded reaching with grabby hand gestures around Peter’s head for something.

“Give you wha- hey what’d you just take off me?” Peter asked, bemused when the weight above him took something out of his right ear and then something similar out of his own.

“I took your comm out.” The raccoon said flatly, pressing a button on the small earpiece shutting it off. “Cause’ we both know those tools’ ain’t gonna give as any privacy until we’re dead.”

“So now…” He swiftly pocketed the two communication devices in his beige jumpsuit’s front pocket slyly like he’d just stolen the items before resting his head on Peter’s and breathing in his comforting scent. “now we can relax and have some fun.”

Peter chuckled but didn’t bother arguing, feeling Rocket’s nose steadily push the blonde bristles atop his head forwards and pulling them inwards with a steady breath, swaying rhythmically with his leg’s pacing down the street as they approached a different section of town.

For Quill, it didn’t bother him in the slightest whenever he carried Rocket on his shoulders in this fashion because that was just one the many perks in this thing they were together. Rocket didn’t weigh much at most maybe around forty pounds and was surprisingly stiff having more muscle then anything in his short stature, plus he was the one to initially offer giving him a ride when the mammal was learning to adapt on jobs without Groot being of normal size yet.

Lastly of all, few people could say they could enjoy getting hugged around their neck by a cybernetic raccoon. Hearing the gentle vibrations of him purring against your head while his lush tail wrapped around your neck like a makeshift scarf except it was so much better than any piece to substitute.

“I love this side of you.” Peter nonchalantly chirped to above, getting a small mouthful of tail-fur as a result.

“You’re such a sap.” Rocket laughed, lifting his head when his ears perked suddenly pointing off in another direction. “So where we going? The club’s back thata’ way.”

“Well I had to pick up from here for y- I mean I ordered something and wanted to see if it arrived yet.” The man replied having caught himself from finishing his sentence, the latter shrugging as they passed by a shop and the white door slid open welcoming them inside. Rocket began staring at all the trinkets and treasures in the display cases, some higher than his direct eyeline would give but he could easily gaze into them from his height advantage with the Terran. He might’ve been a Guardian but that didn’t mean he had gone straight, at least for the most part when rubbing his greedy palms together at the value he could fetch for some of these shiny objects on the underworld market with dollar signs flashing is those copper-colored eyes and a wide grin across his features.

It would’ve been so easy to take this bronze statue with blue jewels sitting on display for an awaiting buyer, the small treasure worth more than what their group could muster in an entire year with at least five’ hundred years of age to it. Whoever was running the shop must’ve been stupid for their lack of security on such a pristine collection of artifacts so who could’ve blamed Rocket for reaching at the item, thinking nobody would’ve noticed him when almost like second nature Quill looked up at the ringtail still sitting on his shoulders feeling the change in weight.

“Hey…no grabbing stuff.” Peter stepped back from the statue and thus’ annoying the raccoon hanging off him with an arm resting on his head like an ape to a tree in his attempted theft of the item.

“Geez I didn’t know I had to ask permission before doing so,” Rocket mumbled in a faint growl resting back down, digging a claw on Peter’s scalp in a toying fashion. “You’re such a lame-ass.”

The humored man carrying the raccoon on his shoulders shook his head when they both noticed the shuffling feet of someone in a back room coming up to the counter to greet the two of them.

“Mr. Quill I wasn’t expecting you back so soon. What can I do for you?” The Broker announced himself hastily, the shopkeeper having to raise his head after a second to greet the furred figure who only nodded vaguely and ignored him, not entirely thrilled with being here since he was aware of how the merchant would occasionally fleece buyers out of more than something was actually worth in units.

“Well we were in the neighborhood for the evening and I was hoping that thing I ordered came in.” Peter said to him, resting a palm on his hip.

“Of oh course, it just came in yesterday.” The Broker exclaimed scurrying past them, grabbing the enclosed statue Rocket had been obviously eyeing and retreating to his hidden room for a moment. The Broker’s voice had a soft echo as he searched through a few different orders while conversing with the man. “Now I took the measurements and requests you gave me to do what I could with this here, it would’ve been helpful to take some numbers from who’d be wearing the product but I think you’ll be pleased with the outcome of this.”

“Well you’ve got the best connections for getting stuff out of em’ all, so I reckon finding a good tailor wasn’t too difficult.” He wasn’t too fond of the alien merchant himself but the comment was true. Anything that could be bought or crafted could be done through him and he seemed to always have the contacts to obtain them if the price was right.

“It can be surprising at times yes, but I made sure to find someone with the proper skill sets you required. Only the best crafter for the specifications given here.”

The Broker walked up the front again from his stockroom, holding a finely detailed jacket. It was hand sewn with black leather and was obviously too short for anyone aside one of them, his copper eyes glued at the sight and without a thought jumped onto the white floor with ease from his earlier place.

“Oh wow, let’s see how it looks.” Peter took the jacket and marveled being surprised how much detail was put into the stitching just from his description of what he wanted, turning his head down to his partner and giving it to him. “Go ahead and try that on.”

Rocket took the offered item and started messing with it, throwing it on easily over his jumpsuit and staring at himself in a mirror on the wall. It was a perfect fit for his size and though he wasn’t really keen on wearing clothing like this, the item was made just for him with hidden pockets inside, an insulation layer to hold warmth because he did get the chills despite his thick fur and finally something metal had been sewn into the smooth jacket’s left side.

“Where did- where did you find this?” Rocket stuttered as Peter kneeled down beside him at a loss of words at the sight of something he thought was lost long ago, something he held secretly close to him since the ravager captain’s funeral.

“I found it a week ago…” Peter answered him softly, then backtracking his comment slightly. “well I mean Kraglin found It down in the engine room while down there, lodged behind one of the crankshafts. He knew how much it meant to you so we both thought I’d put it somewhere you’d never lose it again.”

��I uhhh…I always carried it in ma’ pocket and went down there after hours to drink myself to sleep…just thinking of him you know? I’m kinda surprised you found out about that.” Might’ve not been real blood there but it didn’t stop Rocket carrying a sense of regret over his last moments with Yondu. “I was so mad at myself then, going over it all when I was down there, feelin’ sorry for myself….so I tossed it.”

I know, that’s why I wanted you to keep it close.” Peter patted the memento of his late father, sewn with care into the jacket over his fiancé’s heart. “To think of him always for what he gave us…”

“What’s that?” Rocket grumbled in response.

“You scrappy furball….he gave me you.” The man muttered into his ear, leaving the raccoon with misted eyes and a half dimple nuzzling his head into Peter’s neck.

“You’re such a ball of mush Pete, I can’t even take you seriously anymore after that.” The ringtail gave a small snort, leaving him content.

“Mr. Quill, where will I be receiving your payment for this?” The Broker asked, typing something on his computer.

“I’ll send it direct, what do I owe you?”

“Well with the tailor’s initial estimate, the convenience cost, and the time allowed…” He continued typing quickly on his white screen. ”I have a total of 1,250 units for today’s transaction.”

“That amount can’t be- it’s nowhere what I’d pay for it.”

“Mr. Quill I can assure you that’s what any of my buyers would pay for such an item for someone to wear, nothing more or less.” The shop’s merchant rested him hands on the desk in response to being called out. “I had to find someone who would be able to match the requirements and supplies to craft you this piece within the time allowed. Moomba hides aren’t something that’s easy to come by or cheap for the matter. You asked for the best, I gave you the best I could get.”

“Ok ok, I get you but still…” Peter raised a palm, using it to scratch his neck before looking back at Rocket for a moment in the stylish jacket.

“You said this was made with Moomba?” Rocket called from behind their open view, walking up to approach the merchant. “I love the jacket but ya know it’s illegial ta’ process those things for this right?”

“It’s none of my business to know history of my clients, where things come from or possible principles they’re associated with. Everything is confidential to protect them.”

“Maybe so but you’re the one selling something like this in the middle of Nova’s main sanction.” Rocket was being a hypocrite seeing as he’d done the exact same to get more dough out of something then it was actually valued at but he wasn’t going to let the gullible Star-Dork get ripped off like that, not when it was so obvious. “So if I heard you correctly you said this would cost somewhere around…hmmm….eight’ fifty?”

“You can’t be serious, that’s genuine hide you’re wearing…how much do you think that cost?” The Broker leaned over the desk waving his right hand at the raccoon.

“Not an’ idiot.” Rocket tugged on the jacket. “I know what something like this is worth and it ain’t anywhere near your numbers pal…”

“That’s an absurd and incorre-“

“Bela boobila boo ba.”

“I think you need to-“

“Boobila boo ba bay doo.”

“I can’t possibly sell this item for what your request-“

“Boobila da bay ah yee ah dunt…” Rocket grinned widely and cocked his head at the Broker.

This was hilarious to the small tyrant and Peter was trying to avoid laughing while breaking a few snickers, the annoyed merchant stomped his foot and looked to the man.

“Is your friend here seriously going to report me to Nova Prime over something so frivolous?”

"Who said anything about calling the space cops on you?” Rocket raised a malicious eyebrow, the merchant’s eye’s widening in contrast to the perceived threat from the sly technician. “So…we got a deal or what?”

The Broker sighed, rubbing his nearly bald head and grumbled something under his breath while typing something else on his computer. “Fine, eight’ hundred n’ fifty today because you’ve been so persuasive.”

After that the two Guardians left the Broker’s shop, Xandar’s terran-like moon cycle at its peak for the evening as they strolled down the busy streets towards their next stop. Thinking back the man initially planned to give the gift to his fiancé when they’d already been out for awhile but keeping secrets from Rocket was hard enough, plus he saved a ton by the sociopathic ringtail being there with him which begs the questions when he looked down at the smaller male with a dim-witted smirk of his own.

“Were you really going to do back there what I think you would’ve done?”

“No I mean- should I have?” Rocket joked, to be fair he wasn’t sure himself in the moment. “It might’ve been funny but the look on his face when he thought I’d make his shop go kablam was priceless wasn’t it?”

“We do sometimes need the Broker remember so it’d be best to not do anything to ruin what we’ve got here and get kicked out, especially for parts to that old pistol Wade gave you.” Peter hadn’t ever seen his partner use the earthly relic given by his adoptive father, always treating it with the upmost tenderness and care like he was afraid of being unable to repair it if something were to happen to the gun. It was saddening when Peter watched Rocket oiling the outdated firearm in anguish alone in the common room when he couldn’t sleep one late night, the former never having intervened since it became known around the group as the grieving raccoon’s ‘alone time’.

“Oh you worry too much, ya know I wasn’t even carrying anything crazy if I wanted to do it.” Neither of the two males ever left home without some form of protection on them, both only carrying one of their standard sidearms hidden from open view to anyone passing by on the streets. They weren’t working but that never stopped trouble from finding them when it wasn’t wanted. For the Star-Lord it was gratifying to know his companion had grown so much in the past year, learning to place more trust in himself and the band of misfits in his family. “Also I couldn’t let your gullible ass get ripped off, how would that have looked on me being with you when’ I’ve got to pull your hide outta the ring?”

“Hey I’ve carried your scrappy face out over my shoulder to keep you out of the drunk tank more then a few times but that being said…” Peter gestured with a hand for Rocket to climb back on his shoulders as they continued their walk downtown, passing a few photographers. “I don’t think I could love you any more then I do right now.”

“The night is still young, so how about we wait on the promises for now and decide who loves who the most after a few drinks?” Rocket leaned across Peter’s head from above and gave a very small lick to his right cheek, taking him on at those words.

#roquill #love at its finest #i love these dorks #fanfic

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Too Much is Sometimes Enough (chapter 2)

Chapter 2.

Ok guys, here is chapter 2 of my main fic, it is Prompto X OC Ruby Philomela and will feature pretty much all the main characters from the game and a special OC of @xladyamicitia and Nyx Ulric will be in attendance. Enjoy!

Before Prompto could panic he spotted several shadows on the ground in front of him, he looked up into the concerned and confused faces of his companions.

Ignis a dirty blond haired taller well dressed gentleman wearing glasses looked down in concern at the bleeding girl and handed Prompto his handkerchief to stop the bleeding.

“Apply pressure gently”

He nodded as the bleeding lessened while Prompto followed his instructions.

Prompto was lost in his watch over the girl in his arms, his reverie only broken when the driver of the vehicle that had nearly hit her walked over.

“Is she alright? She darted out so quick!”

Glancing at the car behind the group he asked the two remaining men as the others were focused on the girl.

“Car trouble?”

“Not sure.. she quit running about a mile ago”

Gladiolus the larger, well muscled man wearing a jacket over an exposed and well muscled chest with longer dark hair and tattoo covered arms announced

The truck driver pulled out a cell phone and a few moments later he smiled at the group.

“I’ve got the best mechanic this side of Eos on the way, she’ll get you taken care of”

Gladiolus and Noctis, the other more taciturn dark haired man also wearing all black his untidy dark hair nearly covering his eyes, thanked him before turning their attention back to the girl unconscious in Prompto’s arms.

“We should get her to the Regalia, itl be safer”

Gladiolus spoke up cutting through the silence. He then moved to help Prompto carry the girl but was surprised when Prompto himself picked her up and carried her, leaving Gladiolus to pick up the pup and kitten respectively who greeted each other affectionately much to his surprise. Once settled in the regalia Prompto arranged the girls head in the nest of his lap as Gladiolus arranged her companions in the floorboards much to Ignis’s shagrin.

Ignis handed Prompto a Hi-Potion

“See if you can get her to drink a bit of this, it should help until we can get a better look at her injuries”

Prompto nodded and gently eased the girls mouth open and slowly poured a bit of the potion down her throat, relaxing when she swallowed it and her breathing began to ease.

They were startled out of their collective watch over the girl when a blond headed woman walked over, curls framed her smiling freckled face and she wore a jean jacket with bra showing above jean shorts and boots that went to her knees.

“Y’all need some help?”

Ignis smiled warmly at the women and nodded gratefully.

“Our car has broken down and we have an injured girl that needs medical attention”

Cindy, the mechanic as she introduced herself nodded,

“lets get y’all to hammerhead so pawpaw and I can look at your car and you can get that girl settled and looked after.”

The group nodded gratefully and as they hooked the Regalia to the tow truck they agreed to leave Prompto and the girl in the backseat as the others rode in the cab of the tow truck.

A bit later the group found themselves at Hammerhead, a small outpost with a gas station, body shop and diner with a few people milling about and an RV parked to the side. It was nothing compared to the crown city they had left behind but it was paradise compared to the side of the road. Quckly they were divided, Gladiolus followed Cindy to look after the Regalia while Ignis, Noctis and Prompto settled into the RV that Cindy had lent them. They hurried to the back where Prompto settled on the bed with the girl her head pillowed on his lap while her companions waited on the floor as Prompto watched over her like a hawk.

Ignis lifted the handkerchief gently from her wound and saw that the bleeding had slowed however the cloth was soaked through and her skin was very pale.

“She has lost a great deal of blood and has a bit of bruising around the wound, see if you can get her to drink a bit more of the potion”

Ignis said while looking worriedly at the girl who appeared to be around Prompto and Noctis’s age and he wondered what had brought her to that road, to living in such a dangerous area alone.

Ignis was startled out of his thoughts when green eyes blinked dazedly at him, glancing between the both of them, pain swirling clearly in them as she began to move.

“Easy, easy..its ok..please breathe in and out..and try not to move, you are going to be Ok, you’re safe here!”

Prompto spoke softly soothing you as he softly stroked his fingers through her long hair.

“Where am I?”

Ruby asked surprised from the weakness in her voice.

“We’re in Hammerhead”

Prompto answered softly, eyebrows raising in worry as confusion crossed her features and she moved to get up only to realize she was wearing nothing more than bedsheets and that bit of movement had caused her head to throb and pound painfully, sending waves of dizziness to crash over her. A choked sob escaped her throat as a feeling of helplessness and confusion joined the pain in her head and she burrowed into the sheets crying softly, the pain grew as she moved increasing your tears.

Prompto moved quickly yet gently pulling her into the warmth of his arms, whispering reassurances into your ears as she wept. Ruby didn’t know where she was, who these men were or why she was here instead of her bed at home or how she came to be in the strong arms of the man with hair like a Chocobo. Tears slowly dwindled to a soft hiccup as a gentle hand pulled her out of her nest so that she was face to face with the same man she vaguely remembered when she had run out to stop that car from hitting Krypto. He was quite handsome and she would have blushed if she had the blood to spare, his blue eyes soft and gentle with freckles kissing his cheeks and blond hair fluffed looking touchably soft on his head.

“Feeling better?”

Prompto asked, gently wiping the tears from her cheeks his calloused hands warm and soothing, a balm on her soul as he moved slowly so as not to startle her. She nodded softly even as her head pounded.

“A little bit…I hurt all over though, kind of like I got hit by a car..”

Ruby answered wryly and Prompto smiled softly, relief clear on his face.

“You almost were! What made you dart out in the road like that? Camping trip that bad?”

He asked teasingly and she winced at the questions she had no answers to, hating that she knew so little about her situation.

“I can’t tell you why I’m here or even why I’m wearing nothing but bedsheets..I went to bed last night and woke up here and I have no idea why. I was trying to save my dog as he decided to chase who knows what into the road…”

At that moment she remembered the truck and her heart pounded in her chest causing the wound on her forehead to trickle fresh blood as she sat up far too quickly nearly blacking out from the quick change in equilibrium.

“Where’s Krypto?? Where’s Wolfe?? Are they OK??”

Ruby asked through gritted teeth as fresh waves of pain washed over her.

Prompto wrapped his arms around her gently pulling you back into his lap as he stroked her hair soothingly earning him a soft sigh as tension drained from her slightly.

“Easy now.. that’s it..breathe in, breathe out”

Prompto soothed softly

“You don’t want to hurt yourself any worse than you are.”

She nodded weakly in his arms fresh tears pouring down your cheeks.

“A..are they Ok though? Please tell me they’re ok…”

Ruby’s voice was choked with unshed tears causing Prompto to take your hands gently in his squeezing them softly sending warmth through you. Seeing that she had calmed slightly he nodded to Ignis who moved to pick up and then placed a purring kitten and an excited puppy beside her, the latter of which he restrained softly until he calmed and rested his head on her leg.

Seeing them both right there unharmed sent fresh tears of relief down her cheeks.

“Wolfe…Krypto…your both ok..thank the gods…”

Prompto smiled at the scene before him happy that the beautiful woman that he was slowly but steadily becoming attached to had the same love and compassion for animals that he did.

Once he saw that she was breathing normally Ignis asked her.

“Miss, I know that you must be in quite a bit of pain and Noctis will be helping you with that shortly, however it would be helpful if we knew what to call you”

Ruby smiled wryly, glad to finally have a question she could answer.

“The names Ruby Philomela, but you can call me Red”

Ignis bowed his head politely,

“It’s wonderful to meet you miss Red, now if it is alright Noctis would like to start healing you”

Ruby blinked confusion clear on her face,

“Do you mean Reiki?”

At that 3 pairs of eyes widened in confusion,

“Reiki?”

They asked as she nodded,

“Reiki healing is where you focus your aura and energy into bands or ribbons of light that can heal others, not everyone knows about it or can even do it or see the energy involved, it is very powerful when used by a person who’s trained and it works. I’d use it myself if I had the energy to spare but sadly I don’t that and self healing Reiki isn’t quite as effective in the short term, its more for long term healing.”

Confusion and shock ran rampant in the minds of the males in the room, how did she have access to healing abilities that use magic usually only found in the royal family or the oracle? Holding their questions until Red had recovered Noctis came forward, causing to his surprise Red’s eyes to widen in confusion and recognition as she stared intently at him and through him. Did she know that he was the prince? How could she?

“What is is Red?”

Prompto asked her as she stared eyes wide at the man in front of her.

Noctis’s aura swirled like a living thing before her with a mind of its own, so laden with power and intertwined intricately with the group of men it dwarfed the abilities of the others while somehow empowering them.

Noctis looked at her eyes wide in confusion as he managed to find his voice,

“What do you see?”

Clearing her suddenly dry throat she answered,

“Your aura…its so..intense..”

Ruby faded off squeezing Prompto’s hand as he held her gently, support if not understanding flowing off of him onto you.

“What do you mean? You can see my aura?? My magic?”

Noctis asked, surprise clear in his usually stoic expression, she nodded and his eyebrows rose to his hairline as he slowly approached the now shivering pale girl on the bed. Kneeling softly before her,

“Please Red get some rest, close your eyes.. Prompto and I…all of us are going to take care of you so please relax and allow me to heal you”

Ruby nodded as she worked to take slow and even breaths and closed her eyes feeling the first waves of energy coming over her overtaking senses and leaving peace behind, that was your last thought before unconsciousness once more claimed her.

Noctis pulled the light of energy from his soul and focused it on healing the weakened girl on the bed. He was quickly surprised though as waves of power came to greet his and wrapped around him leaving warm sparkles of soothing power behind before returning to its mistress on the bed.

Even Prompto who held the sleeping girl felt the wave of peace overtake him leaving him content and drowsy, he then gently wrapped himself around the healing girl and allowed sleep to take him.

#Whew!#So this is the normal length of my chapters #give or take a bit here and there #Reiki healing #final fantasy xv #prompto argentum #ignis scientia #gladiolus amicitia #cindy aurum #oc #RubyPhilomela

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