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marvelfanfics1 · 11 months

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hii if you’re still doing requests for the guardians could you do something with rocket and peter getting jealous when the other is getting attention from reader. they’ve argued in the past about who’s captain so i definitely think they’d argue over who the reader’s favourite is (ofc they love them both equally) and get jealous. also maybe reader gets overwhelmed with the bickering so drax, groot or gamora have to step in get them to stop and to calm reader down. <3

The Favorite

Pairing: cg!guardians x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, jealousy, reader gets overwhelmed, protective!gamora, fluff

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"Come to me baby!" Quill opened his arms wide for you.

"No, come to me little one" Rocket waved and you thought for a second.

Peter was smiling when it seemed you were walking towards him but it dropped when you rushed over to Rocket with a giggle.

"See, I told you! I'm her favorite." Rocket smirked, ruffling your hair a little and Peter was about to argue when he saw you nibbling on some candy.

"You cheated! We said no bribing!" he pointed out while you just made your way over to Drax.

"Not my fault you believed I was going to listen," Rocket said bluntly.

Drax shook his head at the two and advert his gaze down to you, seeing you enjoy your treat.

"What did he gave you?" he asked with a little smile and you smiled back.

"A lollipop!" you said and raised your arms.

"Up?" you asked and he nod, sitting down before helping you sit on his lap, your back to his chest and listening to Peter and Rocket's bickering.

"I am Groot."

"On which side are you?!" Peter crossed his arms frustrated.

"I am Groot."

"Unbelievable."

"Quill, just accept that I'm her first choice." Rocket threw his head back laughing.

You sighed and got startled by Mantis grabbing your hand gently, her antennas glowing a little, they amazed you every time.

"She's overwhelmed." She frowned and Drax tensed a little.

"What causes it?"

Mantis pointed at Peter and the others who were still arguing. "It's them."

Gamora, who heard everything Mantis said had finally enough, walking over to you and picking you up, marching towards the two idiots.

She puts a hand over your ear and gently places your head on her shoulder before snapping. "Hey! Look at what you morons did. You're acting here like children even though she told us that she loves everyone equally," she turns to Peter. "multiple times."

Peter got a look of your face and he felt guilty. Then Gamora turned to Rocket so he could also see what he did.

"I don't wanna hear any of that again. Are-" she stopped mid-sentence when you pulled your head up.

"Please, no fighting" you pout. You hated it when they were arguing, sometimes it was all fun and games but it would escalate quickly and you can't stand it when people were shouting around you.

"I'm scolding them, love. What they did wasn't good, you understand?" she explained and you nod.

"Is okay now! I better." you wriggled out of Gamora's arms and danced your way to your room, already forgotten what just happened and wanting to play.

Gamora waited until you were out of earshot and smacked Rocket and Peter on the back of their heads.

"Knock it off you both." She said and walked away.

Peter rubbed his head and gave Rocket one last glare and whispered. "At least she will cuddle with me later." he was about to round the corner to your room and flipped Rocket off.

"You little-" Rocket stopped himself taking a breath. "It's not worth it. It's not just worth it."

"I am Groot."

"Sure buddy, you're above Quill."

Peter peaked inside your room and smiled when he saw you cuddling with gamora. She's by the end of a story she was telling you.

"And then your daddy came and saved me," she said and smiled a little, knowing that Peter is watching them. "But he's not very sneaky is he?"

You pulled your head up to look at Peter giggling. "No, he not."

"Yeah, I get it." he sighed and walked over to slip right next to your other side.

You snuggled more to him saying in a more serious tone. "Daddy."

"Yes?"

"I love you all," you told him and placed your head on his shoulder, wrapping yourself a little more around him.

"We love you too, little star."

Little Bonus

Later that day you were sitting beside Rocket, watching him repair something shiny.

"You good? You have been really quiet," he states, not looking away from what he was doing.

"Mhm!" you nodded. "Rocket, you know I wuv you too right?"

Rocket stopped his movements, before smiling your way. "I love ya too kid," he said and leaned over to ruffle your hair.

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beachylupin · 8 months

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hiya darling i saw your requests open and i just love love loved "i'd have you anytime" so i wanted to request a lil smth

Basically remus x artist reader....

I like to really draw the people i like (love) so my sketchbook is just filled with people whom i sometimes have a crush on or friends or family.

So i was thinkin, mutual pining where reader basically isn't very close to the marauders per say but knows them, acquaintances.

So reader draws a lot and i mean a LOT of remus in her sketchbook, like almost as if the sketchbook is made for him.

And one of the marauders (defo sirius) discovers this and obv tells remus and it's a whole fiasco but please end it w fluff?

Oh and ofc remus really likes reader aswell but just yk never says anything...

So yea thanks love :) i love the wya you write <33

listen, you've inspired me so much that i wrote this in a day. talk about a great turn around rate, eh? ;-D i really, really hope you enjoy this!! it's really just gushy word vomit on a screen <3 word count: 3k warnings: quickly edited, swearing, pining, fluffy, missing a private journal is stressful, happy ending!!

Sketched Out || Remus Lupin x Fem!Artist!Reader

You didn’t mean for it to end up like this. You caught a glimpse of him on the train at the beginning, and he had occupied your thoughts since.

Sure, you had known him and been in classes for years, but he had changed since you last saw him. Last year, he was tall and lanky, but now he was tall, lanky, and a wee bit broader, filling out his grandpa sweaters better. His buzz cut had grown out, revealing sandy brown curls. Who knew Remus Lupin had curls?

Daily, you watched Remus Lupin from the Hufflepuff table, busily drawing what you saw. In the classes you shared, you secretly sat behind him to draw just the back of his head, figuring out why his hair curled like that. Instead of taking notes, you drew. When you sat across from him, you’d find yourself distracted by the way he looked, paying more attention to him than to any old teacher.

New scars, patterned sweaters with messy robes, and smile lines from laughing at whatever stupid things James and Sirius were on about filled your pages.

By mid-October, at least fifty pages of your sketchbook was just him.

It was like your dirty little secret hidden under yellow leather.

Head down, you followed the group of Gryffindors down the corridor, your books laying haphazardly in your arms, when someone was shoved, flying into you.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, books and notebooks going flying in all directions.

“Sorry, love!” Sirius exclaimed, scrambling to pick your things up. “Didn’t mean to check ya!”

“It’s alright,” you mumbled, collecting the scatter of books, notebooks, quills, and firecrackers that had spilled from Sirius’ hands.

In the mix of the crowd rushing to classes, you exchanged the books and notebooks with Sirius.

“Hey, thanks!” He said, smiling brightly as he shoved the firecrackers in his pocket. “I’m happy these didn’t go off.”

You smiled tightly and nodded. “No problem,” you mumbled, getting shoved into him by someone passing by.

He steadied you then shouted, “Hey!” after them, throwing up a lewd gesture. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, smiling briefly.

“Good,” he said, checking his pocket watch. “Shit, I’m late.” He snapped the watch closed before taking off. “I’m sorry again!” He called to you over shoulder, running into yet another person. “Sorry!”

You smiled a tight lipped smile before walking away briskly to get to your class across the castle.

Potions was in the dungeons, and you slid your usual seat behind Remus, who was already there and sitting next to Peter, just in time, the door closing with a thud.

Glancing up at the back of his head, you sighed. His hood was wonky, and his hair had grown since you last drew him at this angle. You rifled through your things, searching for your sketchbook.

But it was missing.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, tucking your hair behind your ears.

You checked the books again, hoping you had just misplaced it in the stack. You checked under the table, seeing nothing except a lost boomslang skin.

You sighed, trying to calm yourself. Maybe you had left it in your dorm room and forgot? That couldn’t be. You had all your books, including your sketchbook, at the house table before class.

You opened your potions book. The color drained from your face.

Sirius Orion Black, 1977 was scrawled on the front page along with the rest of the people who had checked out the classroom copy of this book.

Sirius had your potions book, and you knew for certain he had your sketchbook.

Feeling woozy, you let your head hit the table.

Sirius had your sketchbook filled with drawings of his best friend.

You thought you were going to throw up, a leaden feeling filling your belly. Squeezing your tear-pricked eyes shut, you lifted your head with your hands on your face.

“Hey, are you alright?” A muffled voice asked, and you peeked behind your fingers, staring your muse right in the face. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“Or cry,” Peter said, but you didn’t pay any attention to him.

“‘M fine,” you mumbled, taking your hands from your face to get the full picture of him.

Remus, his brown eyes full of worry, was staring at you, and all you wanted to do was take a mental snapshot so that you could sketch it when you got your sketchbook back.

If you got your sketchbook back.

“Did you forget your quill?” He asked, glancing at the table. “We’re revising today.”

You swallowed thickly, glancing at the table as well, no quill to be found. You nodded, looking back at him to find him already staring.

“I have extras,” he said, turning from you to reach in his bag. He grabbed one, as well as an ink pot, handing them to you. “Here.”

Your hand shook as you took it, smiling tightly. “Thank you,” you mumbled.

Remus’ gaze stayed on your hand, his brow furrowing again. “Are you sure you’re alright?” You nodded, staring down at your book. “Did you forget parchment?”

“No, I’m fine,” you lied. You thought your heart was going to beat right out of your chest. Trying to play it cool, you huffed, rolling your eyes. “Just revisions, you know?”

“You always do just fine,” Remus said, smiling. It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. How would he know that? “I’ve seen the grades you get on them. I mean, you got an outstanding on your garrotting gas revision.”

You shrugged as soon as Professor Slughorn stood in front of the class. He called attention, and Remus threw you one last reassuring smile before turning around.

The class period went by slowly, and without your sketchbook, you actually had to try and take notes. But you couldn’t. Your sketchbook was quite literally in the hands of your worst nightmare: the most curious person you knew.

You knew well that curious minds stuck together and always thought alike.

You burst into the corridor after class was over, desperately looking for Sirius. You knew he just had to be coming back this way. You knew him well enough to know that he had quidditch practice next, just like James, who had been wearing his seeker robes all day.

You spotted him, hopping on one foot and fixing his knee pad as he walked next to said seeker.

“Hi,” you said shakily as you approached him. “I accidentally took your potions book-”

Sirius dropped his foot, a surprised look gracing his face. “I was wondering why mine had drawings in the margins!”

You took a deep breath, gnawing on your lip slightly before hurriedly saying, “Did you happen to take anything of mine?”

“Sorry?” he asked as if he couldn’t hear you.

You swallowed, trying again. “I-It has a dark yellow cover? Leather. First page is blank.” Intentionally, you thought to yourself. You held up your hands. “About this big?”

He exchanged a look with James then shook his head. “Didn’t see it. I can check my books when I get back to my dorm, though.”

You sighed shakily. “O-okay,” you said, sighing again. “If you find it-”

“I’m sure I’ll bump into you again,” Sirius said, nudging you. You didn’t react, so he cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’ll get it back to you.”

“Thank you,” you said pointedly, glancing at James before walking away.

The whole situation sketched you out, and all you could do was hope they didn’t look at it.

“I wonder if she’s any good,” Sirius said, sitting criss-crossed on his bed, staring at the sketchbook. “She seemed… protective.”

“We could always take just a peek,” James suggested. His bed was pulled right against Sirius’ as he was laid on his stomach, heels of his hands supporting his head. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll look,” Peter offered. His bed was on the opposite side, but he laid on his side, eyeing the book. “I’ve always wondered what that book is. She never puts it down in potions.”

“We’re not opening it,” Remus sighed, not taking his eyes off the page of his book. “That’s fucked up. It’s like a private journal.”

“Full of drawings,” Sirius stated, crossing his arms. “It’s different.”

“It’s not any different.” Remus dropped his book, huffing as he sat up, “Would you like it if she read through your journals and rifled through your sketchbooks?”

“Well, no, actually,” James answered for Sirius, sitting up. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

“That’s because all it says is, ‘Lily, Lily, Lily. Why doesn’t Lily love me?’” Remus caught the pillow thrown at his face, throwing it back at James. “Am I wrong?”

“It’s all it says,” Peter said, shielding his face from another one of James’ pillows. “I’ve read it,” he mouthed, but James saw.

“Hey!” He gasped, throwing yet another pillow.

“Give it here,” Remus said, getting up to cross the room. Sirius grabbed it off his bed, holding it to his chest.

“No,” he said immaturely, as if he was a little brother. “I don’t think I will.”

“Seriously, mate,” Remus said, his hand outstretched as soon as he stood at the foot of the bed. “Come on.”

“You’d want to look through someone else’s things,” Sirius said, angling his body away from Remus. “You just don’t want us to look at it because you like her.”

“So what if I do?” Remus shrugged, not caring about his obvious crush. “It’s not right.”

“What if you’re in there?” James asked, his eyebrows raising. “What then?”

His eyebrows furrowed to badly hide his flushing cheeks. “I wouldn’t be-”

The three boys guawaffed loudly.

“Are you kidding me?!” Peter called, sitting straight up. “Mate.”

“Don’t be stupid, Remus,” Sirius groaned, throwing the sketchbook on the bed. “She never stops looking at you.”

Remus’ heart beat loudly in his ears. “Really?” This was news to him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” James asked rhetorically, grabbing the sketchbook from where it bounced to him. He began thumbing through the pages absentmindedly. “She’s looking at you almost as much as you’re looking at her…” His voice trailed off as he slid his glasses off to the top of his head.

“James-” Remus warned, reaching to grab the sketchbook.

“No, hold on a minute,” James said, slapping his hand away as he showed Sirius. Peter peeked over Sirius’ shoulder, taking a look. The three looked at him in unison, glancing at the sketchbook then at him again.

“What?!” Remus asked, reaching for the sketchbook again, but Sirius grabbed it, looking at it closer.

“It’s you,” Sirius said, meeting his friend’s eyes.

“What?” Remus asked, feeling his heartbeat go quiet. For all he knew it could’ve stopped.

“It’s you!” Peter said, snatching the sketchbook from Sirius and shoving it toward Remus. “She even got the scar on your nose just right.”

James slid his glasses over his eyes as Remus took the sketchbook, his eyes wide.

“Did you know you have a mole on your cheek?” He asked, poking at his own. “Right there? She got that too.”

Remus stared in awe at the drawing in front of him. There was no denying that it was a sketch of him, in all his broody likeness. He was standing in the aisle of the train, leaning against a frame of a cabin door. His arms were crossed over his sweater clad chest, pushed slightly up due to the still-hot September sun.

He could remember that moment. James was on the lookout for Lily, so he dragged Remus into the aisle, wanting someone else to help watch. Remus stood across from him, a scowl ever present on his face. He just wanted to sit after the change two days ago, but instead he stood, hoping Lily would pass sooner rather than later.

As he looked, he saw you sitting, just in the cabin behind James’ left side. You looked like you were reading a book, your head leaning up against the window. He smiled to himself, admiring how you were still in your “muggle” clothes. You glanced at him, but Remus was sure to look away in time, readjusting his scowl and ignoring how the tips of his ears burned red.

Remus shook the memory from his head and quickly shut the sketchbook, holding it out to Sirius. “You better give it back to her.”

Sirius scoffed, taking it. He thumbed through the pages and scoffed again. He stood on his knees at the edge of his bed, pushing it into Remus’ chest. “I think you should give it back to her. You’re in every damn picture.”

Remus’ eyes widened as he took it back, opening it again. He turned each page carefully, his face turning redder and redder the further he went on.

“I thought you said it was fucked up to look through people’s things?” It was James’ turn to be a little brother. Remus threw him a glare.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, shutting the sketchbook. He held it up. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Give it back to her?” Peter suggested, earning a middle finger.

“Give it back to her and tell her you like her,” James suggested earnestly. Remus sighed, staring at the cover of the book. “Your journal is full of her, mate. We all know-”

“James!” Remus shouted as Peter snickered.

“Look,” Sirius said, finally getting off his bed. He clapped an arm around Remus’ shoulder. “She obviously likes you, and you obviously like her. I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Yeah,” Remus mumbled. He slipped the sketchbook in his pocket. “Yeah, cheers.”

Sirius got back on his bed as Remus turned his back, walking back towards his bed. He paused, turning around slightly.

“Don’t say anything,” he said, enunciating every word as he specifically made sure to catch each of their eyes. “Please.”

Sirius dramatically put a fist of his heart. “Marauder’s honor.” The other two nodded in agreement.

“Thank you,” Remus said pointedly then turned around, climbing into his bed and shutting the curtains.

You stayed awake all night, staring at the ceiling.

If the boys had gone through it, which you knew they most definitely had, you were never going to live it down. Any semblance of a so-called friendship would be gone.

Worst of all, they were going to make fun of you.

And the self-coined Marauders didn’t take poking fun lightly.

You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing to just disappear.

Remus hardly slept either, staring at the curtain of his bed all night long. The snoring was evident that everyone else had slept except for him.

He had to talk to you today. He had to give the sketchbook back to you. Whether or not he’d say anything about the contents? He hadn’t decided. The idea of it made his palms sweat.

Remus got up long before anyone else in his room did, wanting to avoid any of the boyish hazing he would’ve gotten otherwise. Feeling bold, he got dressed and started his way down to the Hufflepuff barrels to meet you right away.

This was a pressing matter he had to get out of the way instantly.

You rubbed your eyes, yawning as you climbed out of the barrel holes, your hair braided half-heartedly. You looked like a mess, your face pale and your eyebags dark.

“Hey!” Remus called your name, emerging from the corner of the walled off corridor. You turned to face him, suddenly not feeling tired anymore. “I have this for you!”

Your heart dropped. Your sketchbook.

You took two giant steps toward him and grabbed the sketchbook, your eyes wide as you seemingly turned paler. You clutched it to your chest, mumbling, “Thanks.”

Remus cleared his throat as his cheeks tinged pink. “You’re really good at drawing,” he said.

The woozy feeling came back. “You saw?”

He nodded, his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’m so sorry,” you burst out, trying to hand Remus the sketchbook. “You can burn it, alright? Or just- just destroy all the drawings or whatever you want. I don’t need it anymore, okay? I’m sorry. It was weird, I- I know, but I’m really-”

“No! I’m sorry!” Remus said, his hand meeting your shoulder with a gentle squeeze. “Don’t do that. They’re really well done.”

“What?” You asked breathily, the color rejoining your face in a tomato-y bloom.

“You got the likeness of me down pat,” he said, smiling. Honestly smiling.

“What?”

He quirked an eyebrow, taking the sketchbook from your hand. He opened up to one as if he memorized the page it was on.

It was one of your favorites.

Both you and Remus happened to be in the same class for Astrology. It was night, and he was staring at the sky, ignoring everything that Professor Adair was saying. You were also ignoring everything the professor was saying, sketching Remus’ profile instead.

“This looks like me,” he said, handing you the book as he pointed. “My hair, my nose, my mouth. I honestly don’t know how you captured me like that.”

He was being too kind. Your heart dropped as you took it away, clutching it to your chest again.

“Are you making fun of me?” You asked earnestly.

“What? No! Oh my god, no! I’m being- I’m flattered!” Your expression still looked pained. He sighed, backing away slightly, still smiling. “Do you want to come to Honeydukes with me this weekend?”

“What?” You asked, causing Remus’ smile to grow.

“I think you need your ears cleaned out,” he teased, handing the sketchbook back to you. “Honeydukes? This weekend? I think it’d be fun if you and I went.”

“Are you being serious?” You asked, taken aback.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” he asked, smiling as he shook his head. “Please? It’d be fun! You can read my journal as payback.”

“I’ll go,” You said, a shy smile appearing. “I don’t need to read your journal though.”

“Why not?” Remus shrugged. “It’s all about you anyway.”

“Oh.”

#answered ask #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x fem!reader #fem!artist!reader

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coffeeandbatboys · 1 year

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Noise (Peter Quill x fem!reader)

Request: from Anon

hi, here's my request for peter quill if you're okay to write it:

his girlfriend is scared of loud noises due to a trauma and everytime he saw her getting anxious about the noises, he put his walkman on her ears; overall just him being a good & caring bf

please and thank you :)

a/n Ofc Nonnie! I got so excited when I saw a request in my inbox! P.s. I added baby Groot too.

Warnings: none, just fluff. It is kinda short, though.

You winced as Rocket threw yet another tool aside, leaving it to clatter onto the floor.

Down the hall, Drax and Gamora loudly argued over something stupid.

It was only them, You knew that full well. Yet you couldn't help the anxiety welling up in your chest.

Peter looked over from his seat at the front of the Milano and took notice of how uncomfortable you looked.

"Hey," he crooned softly, "You okay?"

You shook your head in response. "They're being so loud."

He knew what was going on, so without a word, he stood up and left down the corridor, promising he'd be right back.

"I am groot?" a small, raspy, voice questioned. You looked down to see Groot tugging on the cuff of your pant leg.

"Hey, buddy." You scooped him up and placed him on your shoulder, turning to watch the stars before you.

Soon, Peter returned with his Walkman and headphones, handing them to you along with a kiss. You smiled and put the headphones on before clicking the button to turn the Walkman on.

O-o-h Child began to play, and you hummed along softly, closing your eyes to shut all of the commotion out.

Peter had never felt more love for anyone than he did in this moment, watching you enjoy his music and how you gently handled Groot as if he was your own child. It made him so incredibly happy that he'd met you.

Now, this wasn't the first time he'd done this. Given you his Walkman when you got anxious, that is. And it certainly wouldn't be the last.

You caught his loving gaze.

"What?" You smirked, pulling one ear of the headphones away.

He chuckled "I love you."

Groot yawned and rested on your shoulder. You smiled.

"I love you too, Peter."

#peter quill x reader #marvel #Star lord x reader #guardians of the galaxy #Chris Pratt #Peter quill #Star lord #Baby Groot #I am Groot #Rocket #Gamora #Drax

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 8 months

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omg hi babe it's been so fucking long im not even sure if you remember me but how are you love omg 💗

i had like the worst fucking day ever and lately my mental health has been so fucking horrible and i just wanted to see if you could write a cute little fic ab reader having a horrible day and accidentally snapping at peter quill abt it and feeling annoyed by him a bit. you can write it whenever you want mwah 🫶🫶

but how are you doing omg ive been keeping up w u and your drabbles are so fucking cute omg 😭💗💗

ily mwah

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hii!! AAAH!! ofc I remember you, ive missed you omg!! im really sorry you’ve been having a hard time bby, I hope this can be of some comfort to you. I got a little carried away as I love comfort fics sm and must admit I kinda needed it too😭 but im doing good, hope things are going well for you too (or as well as they can) you’re so sweet thank you😩 ily angel💗 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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peter quill x fem!reader

word count: 807

warnings: little angsty? reader snaps at quill and mentions of reader being insecure in the relationship. fluffy ending

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Peter has many admirable qualities, his most endearing being his deep-rooted ability to empathise. You adored how he cares so deeply about others, especially the ones he loves most. It was one of the things that drew you to him the most.

Lately, you have been having a rough time, so to speak, and things weren't going in your favour. Your boyfriend, Peter, was aware and did everything he could for you to feel better, even if it was only for a little while.

Every day was different. Some days were easier, others, not so much, and it just so happened that today was one of the more difficult days. It was the kind of day where everything went wrong. The day where your clothes get caught in every door handle, the kind where you drop everything you hold. The sort of day that leaves you with an empty pit in your stomach when you finally catch a minute alone.

Peter was always so kind and patient with you that it often made you question what you did to deserve him. For you, he's loving and caring, sweet and funny, the perfect combination of all the best traits a person could have.

You felt overwhelmed with many things and the self-doubt that Peter would find someone better than you weighed heavy on your mind. You were in your bedroom alone, door closed, curtains shut with your head in your palms.

A soft knock on your door interrupts you from your thoughts. "Hey, honey? Everything okay?" Peter asks through the door, his tone full of warmth.

"Yeah," you reply shortly, burying your face in your arms.

"Are you sure? You can talk to me," he says. "I'm right here."

"Yes, I'm sure," you respond with more bite, growing frustrated.

"Okay, I'm here if you need me," he adds, speaking just as sweetly as before despite your harsh tone.

"I'm fine, just go away!" you snap, throwing a pillow at the door. "Fuck off, just leave me alone."

You didn't have to see his face to know how much your words had hurt him. You regret the sentence as soon as they slipped past your lips, but it was too late. You said them, and they can’t be unsaid.

"Okay," he whispers, tapping on the door as a farewell.

It felt like it had all just got a whole lot worse, and you just tarnished the one thing that made it easier to cope. The guilt was eating you up, and all you wanted to do was apologise. But you told him to leave, so why would he still be here?

You pace your room for a few minutes, gathering your words for an apology while momentarily cursing yourself out. You were scrounging for ways to make it up to him and patch over the mess you made.

With a small pep talk and a final nod, you open your door and see Peter sitting on the floor beside the door, leaning against the wall with crossed legs.

"Hi," you smile weakly.

"Hey," he smiles, an airy tone to his voice, speaking like he finally got his breath back. "I'm sorry— I shouldn't have pushed you. I know how you get. It’s the last thing I wanted—" he anxiously gushes, talking like he had practiced it.

You interrupt, shaking your head. "No, please don't do that. You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s all my fault— I'm so sorry. I should have never spoken to you like that. It all got too much, and I couldn't— I'm just really sorry," you profess, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater.

"I know, honey," he replies, nodding understandingly.

"You're too good to me," you whisper, avoiding his green gaze. "I'm just not used to it."

"I'm still here, baby and I ain't gonna leave you," he says, looking up at you with sweet doeful eyes. "I'm not leaving you like the others."

He extends an arm, his hand reaching for yours as he guides you closer, gently tugging you downwards. He nods at his lap, so you straddle his crossed legs, pressing your chest to his, wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him tighter. His big, warm arms encase you and his hand brushes comforting strokes down your back, as his other clutches the back of your head, holding you like he's protecting you.

You bury your face further into the crook of his neck, silently weeping and embracing him tighter. "I love you," you mumble against his skin, playing with the curls behind his ears.

"I love you," he smiles, pulling back to look at you. He wipes under your eyes, softly brushing away your residual tears. He kisses the damp patch of skin beside your nose, looking at you with nothing but admiration. "... so much."

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syngrafaes09 · 2 years

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Can you re-do the hypothermia situation but with Stephen taking care of the reader. and elaborately??

Ofc...

Rapture | Dr Strange x Apprentice!Reader

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Word count: 1797

18+ MDNI!

“How many more do you think?” Tony inquired, putting into place one of the rebels.

“I think we've got most of them. Might have a handful left down the valley,” Peter Quill replied pointing somewhere in the mist and snow. The frosty human-like beasts had been more difficult to fight against than he had imagined. He knew they were a race of warriors, and had expected brute force but magic, he hadn't seen that coming.

“Mr Stark,” Peter distressed over the intercom, “Y/n is shaking badly, I think she might pass out. She’s very cold.”

“Shit,” everyone muttered in unison. The apprentice Stephen had sent had been more helpful than her Master and other apprentices. Once she managed to subdue their magic, the rest of the avengers managed to bring the beasts down easily.

Stephen mentally thanked Y/n once again as he buried himself in the cosy blankets and sipped in the tea. The cold had gotten the better of him in the last three days. He was delighted when she offered to go instead of him in response to Star lord’s call.

The beep from the device in the corner of the room irritated him. Once Tony had created this multi-galaxy intercom, the calls for aid had increased by three folds. And most of the time there was hardly any serious issue.

“What is it now Tony?” he grumbled.

“I think Y/n is slipping into a hypothermic shock. I can't help much. Open up a portal,” he said as he scurried inside the jet, getting any warm thing for Y/n as he could.

Opening a portal into the jet, he found her heaved onto a seat with a blanket around. “God,” he muttered at the sight of her. The shaking of her body, the clattering of her teeth and her paleness sent him into a spiral of fear and anger. “Why did you stay out in the cold for so long? You could have managed to control them even from the jet.” He scolded her and picked her up in his arms.

“Sah..ry..,” she slurred.

“You need any more help, I’ll ask Wong to send-”

“Don’t bother. Only a few are left.”

Stephen nodded before closing the portal.

“Mh room’s…upstairs,” she protested when he placed her in the cocoon of blankets he was earlier lying in.

“Can you feel them?” He took off her wet boots and pinched her frozen toes. Y/n weakly nodded, her eyelashes fluttering as she started slipping in and out of consciousness.

“Hey sunshine,” Stephen called out as he fumbled around contemplating what to do next. He had to stop being nervous - she was slipping away. “Hey drink it,” he tried to make her drink his hot tea.

Y/n groaned, trying to push the cup away, the lava was burning her mouth and throat. She couldn't understand why he was so mean to her. ‘What form of punishment is this for always complying with her Master’s orders?’

Stephen was visibly baffled to hear those words from her. She was losing it. He hurried to his closet and frantically searched for the first aid kit.

“Hey sunshine, don't sleep,” he cried out, “talk to me.”

“Why do… you always call me that…,” her voice was just above a whisper.

He chuckled, shoving the warm compress through the robes covering her chest. “‘Cause that’s how I remember you from your first day. Standing with Wong at the foot of my bed, early in a cold winter morning, the sunlight dazzling on your face.”

“Uh-hn..”

“W-what are you doing?” Y/N asked, bedazzled to watch him taking off his clothes.

“Trying to warm you up,” he replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I… feel better.” Both of them lying bare to each other was a very bad idea. Her friends back at Kamar Taj had been teasing her notoriously after Stephen switched her from training at Kamar Taj to the New York Sanctum. It would be her death if any of them got the slightest hint of this.

“Then help me out by taking off your robes.” She found herself speechless and motionless at the sight of him.

“See, you are too numb,” he spoke out, getting under the blankets, “you need to warm up,” he said, flicking his fingers to vanish her robes.

All her protests died out when warm hands were wrapped around her stomach and tugged her against his chest.

“God,” Stephen winced when he spooned her. She was cold as a corpse.

Basking in his warmth, she had no recollection of when they had slept. Having regained her senses, she could feel his long legs tangled with hers, his chest pressed against her back; his arms on her bare stomach, lightly brushing against her bra and… Holy! She could feel him hard through his boxers. Now Y/n could clearly remember the sight of him, in his boxers, climbing into the bed. She cursed and thought of getting out of there before she did anything stupid.

“Y/n,” he rasped as she tried to wiggle out of his arms. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she veered around in his now loosen grip to take a look at him.

“You could have died,” every bit of him was dripping with fear and she had never witnessed this side of his nature. She had witnessed his sarcasm, his sardonic humour, his savageness and intelligence in fights and training, the tranquillity of his company, and at times his kindness and his protectiveness but never this sort of apprehension.

“Thanks to you, I'm not.”

“Others had come back when they couldn't take the cold, why didn't you do the same?” For heavens, she had to get out here before the other three apprentices came searching for them! What would they think to find them like this? His fingers taunting rubbed circles on her back.

“I’m sorry,” she said, peeling off the layers of blankets. “I wanted to do better than everyone else, just like you.”

Just like you. The words echoed in his ears. She trained harder than him. Adapted to things faster than him. Put up with his harsh training and sarcasm and everything he offered better than any of his other students. He wanted to tell her she was the best he had to date.

He shot up and gripped her waist firmly as she hurried to leave. “What good would it do if you died trying too hard?” His lips placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. “I can’t lose the best, can't think of losing you.” His fingers traced the back of her spine.

Y/n shuddered at the sensation. The electric wave transversed from her shoulder to her core. Once again she was aware of their nakedness.

“I can understand if you don't want me… Your no will silence me forever. But what I did today was - genuinely to save you.”

He didn't know, she thought, what his touch was doing- undoing me. “I could never say no to you,” she cupped his face, “Nobody ever could.”

Ah, God, he had almost forgotten what the touch of a hand would do. And he had known rejection. “Does nothing about me repulse you?”

“I wouldn't put them as repulsive… Your words do wound me at times but everyone's got a poignant habit or two. They don't repulse me enough to not adore you.”

She had told his heart what it had been wanting to hear. His cheeks, had in no way ever, felt a caressing as hers. His flaws had never been accepted as such. And his mind couldn't have come across a declaration of love as hers ever before.

His lips gently captured hers and his soul was overjoyed in rapture.

“I love you as well,” he whispered, nestling closer.

When her eyes met his, the determination and dominance, made her breath hitch. The gentle caress of his hand made her stomach flip and flop like a dolphin.

“Many will talk,” her voice trembled like her fingers that were intertwining with his.

“Let them, people like to talk all the time,” he drew her closer to him. “Only we matter, everyone else is drivel.”

Swept up by passion, his seductive tone, by her desire: her lips found his and her hands were thrown around his neck. And soon the very little fabric that had been left was discarded.

The sight of her, lying all bare, in his bed made him harder and hornier.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He growled. The pressure of his legs parted hers, and he moved slowly to press his heat against her wetness.

Then he kissed and sucked her neck, her shoulders… Y/n arched off the bed when he traded his tongue for his lips and licked her nipples. One of his hands cupped her breast firmly as his mouth sucked it.

“Stephen,” she whimpered, wiggling her hips. She could feel him smile against her like the cocky bastard he was.

“Say that again,” he urged, licking his lips. She had never before called him by his first name.

“Make me,” she tested the waters of teasing him.

And so he did.

Y/n moaned his name as he glided himself swiftly through her wetness. She had to admit it did hurt a little but he felt good as well.

Stephen peppered her with kisses as he began to move and thrust.

Whimpering and moaning, she moved her hips along with him.

“Stephen,” she protested when he pulled out of her.

“Patience, love,” he said before flipping her on her stomach to the other side of the bed.

Y/n felt the tip of his cock nuzzling her slit as he laid open-mouth kisses along her back. Then her hips were grabbed and pulled towards him. She wanted nothing but for him to pound her.

“Y/n,” she looked over her shoulder as he pushed his cock, entering her slowly, never breaking eye contact.

“God,” she cried out when his thrusts became deeper and harder.

Still thrusting, he pulled her up to his chest, wrapping his arms from behind and holding her in place. “Open your eyes,” he whispered in her ear.

The sight, Y/n saw in the mirror, caught her breath- Stephen on his shins, one arm around her torso as the other moved to fondle her breasts and nipples, his cock exploring her insides; she felt her knees might give up any second from now.

“Yes, Y/n,” he groaned, feeling her clenching around him as she started trembling.

He watched her throw her head back with pleasure and buried his face in the crook of her neck as her rapture captured him. And soon they were swearing each other’s name.

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bunniesnuggie · 9 months

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i just watched Guardians 3 and now i want to write a fic about little reader x cg! peter quill & gamora, where r stays with peter and they try to remind gamora of their relationship….feeling flangsty

ofc there will be rocket content because i need to hug that little raccoon now…..

it’ll be loosely based on/inspired by @marvelfanfics1 cg!gaurdians fics bc i 🫶🏻them

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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The Other Evans Girl [Part Sixty]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black/Original Female Character, Sirius Black/Daisy Evans, James Potter/Lily Evans

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black,

Word Count: 3716

Rating: Mature

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many. But it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sister’s as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, The Other Evans Girl, Sirius Black Fic, Sirius Black/You, Sirius Black x OFC, OFC, Marauders Fic, Eventual Sirius Black, Sirius Black x Reader Fic, Sirius Black Fic, James Potter is a bit of a dick but we LOVE it, Hogsmeade, Friends, Hate, Love, Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Implied Sex, Potters, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Friends to Loves, Slow Burn, Eventual Sirius and Daisy, Teenage Angst, Insecurities, Fighting, Arguing, Bullying, War, First Wizarding War, Marauders, Marauder’s Era, 1970’s, 1970s Fashion, Canon Character Deaths, Loss of Virginity, Crying, Voldemort, The Other Evans Girl, Marauders Era to war, Multiple Parts, GORE, injuries, harm, fighting, blood, The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring

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As January rolled into February excitement started to buzz around the school as Valentine's Day was just around the corner. As everyone scrambled to get a date for the Hogsmede weekend that followed Daisy revelled in the fact that she needn’t worry this year. It wasn’t that she cared much in previous years but she was happy that a day all about love presented an ample opportunity for her and Sirius to make their debut as a couple.

Though it seemed that Daisy hadn’t been the only one doing some thinking. Since Lily had laid her revelation at her sister's feet she’d also been thinking over her decision meticulously. Like everything in the girl’s life she had it planned with military precision which is how she came to speak to her sister the Friday night before Hogsmeade.

They were tidying up the attic after a club meeting. Everyone had left bar the boys and those two, though the boys seemed to have no interest in making the room presentable after they’d spent the night practising how to use and stop the oppungo charm a spell Frank had taught them that made objects come to life and attack leaving quite the disarray in their wake.

As the girls gathered the objects that littered the floor the boys were lounging around on the sofas with Peter boasting about how he was sure to defeat everyone in the gobstones tournament the following morning. Daisy listened to him ramble as she placed the last of the books back on the shelf where they belonged. Once she finished she padded gently over to where Lily was sorting items on a table.

‘I’ve put them all away,’ Daisy said. Lily nodded but didn't say anything, ‘maybe I can do the cushions next?’ Again Lily gave a nod though she didn’t seem to be listening, well, not properly, ‘or I might just put them all at the bottom of the astronomy tower? Fling myself off and see if you’ve actually learnt that slowing charm you were on about?’

‘Yeah, okay,’ Lily mumbled as her fingers arranged the quills in the pot she was holding.

‘Okay so you weren’t listening then,’ Daisy grumbled.

‘What?’ Lily said, looking her sister in the eye, ‘oh sorry.’

‘It’s alright. What’s up?’ Daisy asked. Lily bit her lip and glanced past her sister to where the boys were sitting still wrapped up in whatever Peter was telling them.

‘I’ve decided,’ she whispered.

‘Decided what?’ Daisy said all too loudly causing her sister to hush her. Sirius looked up at them and Lily gave him a small smile before looking back at her sister. Sirius dropped his gaze, whatever they were talking about he was out of earshot and if he got up they’d stop talking altogether. Daisy glanced over her shoulder though she couldn’t see the boys from where she was standing but the way Lily continued made her sure they couldn’t hear.

‘About…well you know,’ Lily said.

‘Oh,’ Daisy said quietly.

‘Yeah, and actually,’ she whispered, ‘I need your help.’

‘What do you want me to draw you a diagram?’ Daisy snorted, earning a swat on her arm from her twin.

‘Of course not!’ Lily said in a hushed tone.

‘Then what?’ Daisy asked genuinely intrigued about what her sister might need from her for this.

‘Well we’re going to need somewhere for…well we need to make sure we won’t be disturbed.’

‘And?’

‘And the easiest place is going to be the dormitory,’ she said, ‘obviously.’

‘Still not seeing how this has anything to do with me,’ Daisy said.

‘Well, Peter’s going to be at his gobstones thing. You can handle Sirius but…’

‘You need Remus out of action,’ Daisy said, catching on.

‘Well…yeah,’ Lily said, flushing deep crimson. Daisy giggled, making her sister’s face darken even more before she whispered, ‘so will you help me?’

Daisy watched her for a moment. This decision had put her in quite the tailspin recently but, of course, that had nothing to do with Lily. Her insecurities were hers only, she knew that. And her sister was asking for her help. She couldn’t refuse.

‘Of course I will.’

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As Daisy dressed for breakfast the following morning she couldn’t help but mull over what excuse she was going to use to get Remus out of the way. Lily had made it quite clear that she was to inform no one, not even Sirius, about what they were up to until after the fact. Before she could dwell on it more Lily came out of the bathroom.

‘Oh good you’re up,’ she said, watching as Daisy slipped on her boots.

‘I’ve been up for half an hour,’ Daisy grumbled, ‘and I’ve needed a wee the whole time.’

‘Sorry,’ Lily said apologetically.

‘It’s alright,’ Daisy said, ‘I figured you might be a little long in the bathroom today.’

‘I couldn’t decide on what eyeshadow to wear,’ Lily said nervously. She took a seat on the end of her bed, chewing on her nails as she did so.

‘Lil,’ Daisy said, ‘I can hand on heart tell you that James Potter does not care about what eyeshadow you’ve got on.’

‘I know,’ Lily said. She looked beautiful but effortlessly so. Her pale complexion was a shade darker now due to her foundation giving her a little more colour than usual. Her eyes were dashed with a variety of nude shadows and a slight wing of eyeliner that she never usually wore and her lips were blood red giving a little glam to her otherwise natural look. And her normal outfit of jeans and a T-shirt was gone, replaced by a skirt and a v-necked shirt Daisy was sure Lily had told her was ‘far too low’ to be worn when it had been hers. However, despite her put-together outfit she looked nervous, Daisy could tell.

‘You know you can change your mind right?’ Daisy said, ‘that’s okay.’

‘I know,’ Lily said.

‘No one’s gonna care if you change your mind,’ Daisy said.

‘I know,’ Lily repeated.

‘Are you gonna get rid of that massive weight from your shoulders then?’ Daisy said.

‘Yeah,’ Lily said, ‘I guess I’m just nervous…what if it’s…’

‘Shit?’ Daisy finished earning an eye roll from her sister.

‘I was going to say not what I expected but yeah,’ she said.

‘Well, I suppose it doesn’t really matter?’ Daisy said, ‘I mean surely the good thing about it is that you can practice and get better.’

‘Yeah I suppose,’ Lily giggled.

‘It’s right up your street isn’t it?’

‘What?’

‘I mean it’s just revision,’ Daisy chuckled, ‘and you’re really good at that.’

‘Oh shut up you,’ Lily said standing up and grabbing her bag. Daisy stood too grabbing her bag and coat and said, ‘ready?’

‘As I’ll ever be,’ Lily said.

The two headed down to breakfast where they found all the boys, Frank and Alice sitting at Gryffindor table. Lily slid in beside James and Daisy took a seat opposite her next to Sirius.

‘Morning,’ he smiled at her and his hand slipped under the table and into hers. They still weren’t actively broadcasting their relationship but it felt nice to be doing so in public.

‘Morning,’ she smiled. She leaned forward to grab a couple of slices of toast, frowning inwardly as she had to let go of his hand to butter it. As she did so she heard a cough from Lily who said, not too subtly, ‘so what’s everyone doing today?’

‘Well, I’ve got my gobstones tournament,’ Peter said, shovelling cornflakes into his mouth.

‘And we’re doing something that is not that,’ Sirius chuckled.

‘Me and Frank are headed into Hogsmede,’ Alice said, nudging Frank’s arm. He looked up from the book he was reading and mumbled an ‘oh yeah,’ before immediately going back to reading.

‘What about you Remus?’ Lily asked.

‘Dunno,’ Remus asked, ‘might do some studying in the library. I’m not fit for much today.’

Daisy watched as Lily’s face paled for a second before she threw a glance at James. Daisy realised he must have been up to speed on her sister’s decision though he seemed not to notice his girlfriend’s dilemma until there was a distinct thudding under the table where Daisy had walloped him in the shin. He grunted before he looked at his friend and said, ‘don’t you fancy heading into the village? I mean a brisk walk might do you good.’

‘Yeah,’ Daisy said, ‘Sirius and I were gonna have lunch in the three broomsticks.’

‘We were?’ Sirius asked, his brows knitting together.

‘I thought I’d told you,’ Daisy lied.

‘Oh I’d love to go to the pub today,’ Peter said, his mouth full of cereal.

‘Yeah but if you don’t go to the gobstones tournament they’ll be down to just what? Three other people?’ James chuckled.

‘What do you say Moony?’ Daisy said, leaning into him. He was sitting on her other side as she rested her head against his shoulder looking up at him with her large green eyes.

Remus looked at her. His eyes narrowed as he watched her and then his friends who were also hanging on his decision. Well, apart from Sirius, who seemed to have the same suspicion he did.

‘Alright,’ he said.

‘Yay,’ Daisy said.

‘Well, that sounds like a plan,’ Sirius said.

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It was baltic. The wind whipped through Hogsmeade attacking anyone who dared stand out in it. Unfortunately for Sirius, this meant him. He was trudging through the snow, next to his best mate, watching as his girlfriend walked a fraction ahead of them babbling as they walked. When she had suggested they come to the village he had supposed it wouldn’t be that bad. But he’d imagined cuddling up with her in the three broomsticks. Risking a quick snog in the changing rooms of Madam Malkins. Not this.

Remus seemed to be on the same wavelength. He was dog tired today even though he was mid cycle. All he had wanted to do was spend the day in the library. Away from all the couples. Away from all the in your face, nauseating love. But Daisy had piqued his interest. There was something a foot. He was sure of it. This idea was only reinforced by the fact Lily and James had somehow managed to escape this trip.

‘Dais,’ Sirius grumbled. He was bundled in jeans and a leather jacket, a thin jumper underneath which was doing nothing to protect him from the cold, ‘how much longer are we gonna do this trek for?’

‘Yeah, we’ll be at John O’Groats at this rate,’ Remus chuckled. He stopped walking as did Sirius though Daisy kept walking for a moment before she realised the sound of footsteps behind her had stopped. She turned and smiled at them sheepishly. The boys shared a look.

‘What’s going on?’ Remus asked.

‘What?‘ Daisy asked, feigning ignorance.

‘Oh come on Dais,’ Sirius smirked, ‘do you think we don’t know you’re up to something?’

‘What would I be up to?’ she asked, folding her arms across her chest.

‘I’m not sure,’ Sirius said, walking up beside her and throwing his arm around her shoulder, ‘but it’s definitely something.’

‘I resent the accusation,’ she said, her arms still crossed.

‘Yeah?’ Remus said.

‘Yeah,’ she replied. Remus had a theory and he decided to test it.

‘Well then,’ he said, ‘I doubt you want to spend time with people who would accuse you of such things. Come on Pads, let’s head back to the castle.’

Remus turned on his heel and headed back towards the village.

‘No!’ Daisy said with a little too much urgency which made Remus turn back with a smug smile, ‘I mean…why don’t we just head back to the pub?’

‘Oh we can but you’re going to tell us what’s going on,’ Sirius said as they walked towards Remus. He fell into step with them as they trudged back the way they came. Their footprints were the only one on the snowy track as they were the only ones mad enough to come out in this weather.Daisy sighed.

‘Fine,’ she said, ‘but you’re buying me a butter beer first.’

Once they were back in the three broomsticks, tucked away in the back corner, the boys sat opposite her watching Daisy as she sipped her drink ignoring them. As she put her drink down she seemed to realise they were looking at her.

‘So,’ Sirius said.

‘So,’ Daisy said.

‘Are you going to tell us why you brought us on this wild goose chase?’ Sirius asked.

‘It’s a long story,’ Daisy said.

‘We’ve got time,’ Remus said.

‘ Well it’s not my idea,’ she said, ‘it was-‘

‘-Lily and James,’ the boys said in unison. Daisy smirked, ‘So they’re not as clever as they think they are.’

‘Oh I’m sure Pete has no idea what’s going on,’ Sirius chuckled.

‘Yeah but he wasn’t the problem,’ Daisy said.

‘Problem?’ Remus asked.

‘Yeah,’ she said sheepishly, ‘they sorta needed to be alone.’

‘Well they could’ve just found somewhere private,’ Sirius said, ‘like the astronomy tower eh Dais?’

‘They-‘

‘Didn’t want to get caught,’ Remus said. Sirius looked at him curiously, an expression that grew deeper as Daisy said, ‘yeah.’

‘Hang on, am I missing something?’ Sirius asked.

‘Surely you can figure it out mate,’ Remus said, raising his eyebrows. An icy feeling flooded through Daisy at his words.

‘Figure it out the two of them wanted us out the castle so they could be alone and oh, oh,’ Sirius said, ‘well in Prongs.’

‘Sirius,’ Daisy chastised.

‘What? He’s the one shagging your sister not me,’ Sirius chuckled though he winced as she thumped him on the arm, ‘ow!’

‘She's right mate whatever they get up to behind closed doors and all that,’ Remus said.

‘Hey I wasn’t the one talking about it with my sister,’ Sirius said smugly.

‘That’s different, we're girls,’ Daisy said.

‘Like James won’t tell us everything later,’ Remus said. The three of them laughed as Daisy said, ‘yeah I suppose you’re right. I doubt there’ll be anyone left in our year that doesn’t know by tonight.’

‘Yeah because they’ll all be wondering why James internally combusted,’ Sirius joked, making them all laugh once more. After the laughter died down Remus looked at the pair of them all of a sudden feeling very much like a third wheel.

‘So,’ he started, ‘now that I know to avoid the dorm like the plague I'm okay to be released from being babysat?’

‘Rem, I wasn’t babysitting you,’ Daisy said.

‘No I know,’ he said, ‘but I’ve got stuff to do…and I’m sure the pair of you wouldn’t mind being left alone right?’

‘Oh feel free to bugger off on my account,’ Sirius smirked, earning him a dig in the ribs from Daisy.

‘Don't be daft,’ she said, ‘you can stay with us if you want. We like having you around.’

‘Nah,’ he said, ‘I think the library is calling.’

Daisy wanted to protest but she could see he was determined to leave them. If she was being honest she didn’t want to be alone with Sirius. Her worries from before we’re threatening to creep back in. Even more so now he knew what his friends were up to this afternoon. She nodded allowing him to hug her before he patted Sirius on the shoulder and exited the pub.

‘So,’ Sirius said once he was gone, ‘what now?’

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Since Remus had headed off to the library and all their other friends were occupied Daisy and Sirius decided to head up to the attic out of the way. They’d been up there a couple of hours, listening to music which eventually turned into talking over the music. To her surprise, Daisy’s nerves seemed to disappear when she and Sirius were alone together. She was sitting on the sofa, her legs across his with her back against the arm, babbling away about her muggle studies essay.

He didn’t know how the conversation had gone from talking about Led Zeppelin to muggle studies because in all honesty he hadn’t been listening. He was too busy staring at her. Too busy looking at how her eyes lit up a little when she got in the swing of talking. Too busy noticing just how much she used her hands when she spoke. Too busy looking at her lips, which were chapped from the cold outside but still begging for him to kiss them. So, as she spiralled through her conversation Sirius watched until she paused, noticing him ogling her.

‘What?’ she said.

‘Nothing,’ he said, ‘I just love watching you talk.’

‘Oh,’ she said with a pink tinge rising on her cheeks, ‘you mean you weren’t listening to a word I was saying right?’

‘Oh for sure,’ he said with a wide smile. Daisy smiled back at him. He looked good today though she always thought that. His grey eyes seemed lighter and his hair tousled from where he had pushed it out of his face when walking through the snow. His hand came to her cheek, catching her chin in between his thumb and forefinger as he leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips.

Daisy melted into it, wrapping her arms around his neck as she deepened it. He allowed her to and she swung her legs off of him so she could move into his lap, her legs on either side as her hands knotted in his hair. Sirius groaned a little, causing a tingling sensation to form in Daisy’s lower stomach. His hands were on her hips, dancing under the hem of her shirt, amping that feeling on a little more.

To her surprise, Daisy didn’t stop. All the worries she’d been having didn’t seem to come to the surface now. She moved a little causing a little friction between them which Sirius grunted at. He pulled his mouth off of hers and started kissing down her neck, his fingers going to the hem of her jumper and motioning it up a little. And then she felt it. Hard against her thigh. Sirius. Daisy stopped, her hands no longer moving through his hair and her hips no longer rubbing against him. Sirius didn’t seem to notice for a moment but when he felt her go still he pulled back, a little breathless.

‘What’s the matter?’ he said, looking at her with confusion.

‘Nothing,’ she lied, going back to kiss him. Sirius tilted his face so her kisses dotted along his jaw.

‘Dais,’ he said. His hands hadn’t moved from her hips but he gripped them a little differently forcing her to stop. She looked down at him nervously as he looked back at her expectantly. She sighed and slipped off his lap to sit beside him.

‘Is everything okay?’ he said, ‘I didn’t hurt you or-’

‘No,’ she said, waving him off, ‘of course you didn’t.’

‘Then what is it?’ he asked.

‘It’s nothing…I just…you were…’ she started. A blush crept back onto her face as she nervously played with the fringe on a cushion behind him.

‘I was?’ he asked, his brows knitted together again.

‘A little…excited,’ she said, glancing quickly at his lap and then back at his face.

‘Oh,’ he said, ‘well yeah.’

Daisy wanted the ground to swallow her up. She didn’t know why she was all of a sudden so embarrassed. It was Sirius for god’s sake. She dropped her gaze from his. Sirius’ bemusement turned to worry as he placed a hand on her knee, ‘Dais?’

‘I know I’m being silly,’ she said looking up at him. He was watching her with concern.

‘Silly about what?’ he asked, confused.

‘Well, since Lil told me about…y’know, I’ve been panicking because I’m not Lil. I mean we’re two different people right? We’re not going to, I mean it’s not that I don’t want to, I just, we just,’ she babbled.

‘Sweetheart you’re gonna have to catch me up because I’m not getting-’

‘I don’t want to have sex with you,’ she blurted out. Sirius looked at her for a moment and said, ‘oh.’

‘No,’ she started, ‘I don’t mean it like that.’

‘Well can you tell me what you do mean? Cos I’m still a little lost here,’ he said with a smile which reassured her.

‘Since Lil told me about her and James I’ve been worrying…because I’m not there yet,’ she said, biting her lip.

‘Well that’s okay,’ he said.

‘It’s not that I don’t want to eventually,’ she said, ‘I’m just not…’

‘Ready to jump my bones?’ he laughed.

‘Yeah,’ she said quietly, ‘you don’t mind do you?’

‘Why would I mind?’ he asked.

‘Well you’re a guy,’ she pointed out.

‘Okay, so, I’m not going to pretend I haven’t thought about it,’ he chuckled, ‘but if you’re not ready I’m not going to demand it happens today. Or this week. I’m happy for you to lead.’

‘But, what about…’ she said, dropping her voice again. Sirius watched her expectantly, urging for her to elaborate, ‘I mean you’re not exactly a novice when it comes to girls. I thought you’d be all gung ho.’

‘Dais, you should know by now that you can’t trust everything the Hogwarts rumour mill puts out,’ he said. He moved his arm onto the back of the couch now, leaning in so their heads were almost touching.

‘Huh?’ she said confused, ‘but you’ve dated so many girls.’

‘Dated yeah,’ he said, ‘slept with no.’

‘And Mar?’ she asked. She didn’t know why. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to know what her boyfriend and her best friend had got up to in the time they were together.

‘Fooled around I’ll admit. But we never went all the way,’ he said, dropping his volume a little as he said, ‘I’ve never slept with anyone.’

‘No?’ she said hope evident in her voice.

‘I’ve been busy moping after you for the past year and a half,’ he smirked, ‘believe it or not no one fancies a lad who's busy pining for his best friend.’

‘I do,’ she chuckled, leaning in and giving him a peck on the lips.

‘Good,’ he said, ‘because even if we aren’t shagging there’s no way I wanna stop kissing you.’

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Amaze Me

Requested by Anon: Could you do some Peter Quill fluff?

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He sat at his desk, working through some old pieces of metal junk that, to him, were not junk at all. Headphones on. Music blasting in his ears. Head bobbing to the rhythm of the music. Peter looked explicitly in bliss, eyes concentrated and lips pursed. And to you, he looked beautiful.

You walked up to his desk, leaning against the edge, your palm pressed into the wood. A smile turned the corner of his lips upwards until those dazzling orbs made contact with yours. Delicately, you removed the headset from his ears and set it on his shoulders.

“Do you know,” you started in a wanton tone, “that when you are hard at work, you look absolutely gorgeous?” The smile that split his face was heartwarming and breathtaking. The stubble on his chin shadowed the bottom half of his face; the exact same color as his unruly hair.

The metal junk in his hand made a clonk as it hit the table, released from his grip, his hands finding home on your knees. “And you,” he answered in a mocking tone, “look dashing when you lean up on my desk like that.” You squealed when his hands tickled their way up to your waist.

Peter stood, laughing, standing between your legs as he tickled your waist and your back. You tried to control the laughter, but he was touching the spots that he knew would make you shriek.

“Peter!” you laughed. “Peter, no!”

“Always the same spots, huh, Y/N,” he joked, his hands resting on your shoulders. He moved a strand of hair away from your face, his gorgeous blue orbs boring into yours, his brows raised.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not like I can’t get you back,” you said. A smirk tugged on your lips as your fingertips tapped along the strong muscles of his stomach.

“But I’m stronger,” he countered with a cock of his head. “And I can just do this.”

And suddenly, you were thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, a shrieking laugh leaving your mouth. “Peter!” You tried growling, but the sound came out strange; a mixture of laughter and grumbling. You threw your fists against his back as he walked you to the couch, where he not-so-delicately threw you onto it.

“You are in so much trouble, Peter Quill,” you scolded as he climbed over you, wide grin on his face.

“Not as much as you, Y/N Y/L/N,” he answered, tapping your nose, which made you giggle.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his lips to yours, kissing him hard. When he backed away, out of breath, he gave you a stunning wolfish grin.

“Oh, you’re up to something,” he cooed.

“I am,” you said, biting your lower lip. “And it involves you, Star Lord.”

He rose his brows, but he was taken aback as you pushed him off, making him land hard onto the floor. You threw your head back, laughing, watching as he glazed his eyes over in a mixture of sarcasm and true amusement.

“Ah, you never cease to impress me, Y/N.”

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rom-com moment

peter quill x f!reader prompt: rain theme: smut/fluff (tags beneath the cut)

“You really know how to romance a girl, Quill.”

He snickered against your skin, his breath tickling against the side of your throat, a heated contrast to the icy water soaking your clothes and your hair. His hands clutched hungrily at your sides, trapping you against the wall behind you. He was equally soaked, rain dripping into his eyes as he pulled back to meet your gaze with a familiar cocksure smile.

“I thought this was every girl’s fantasy,” he said, his hands coming up to unzip your jacket. You shivered as the rain and his freezing hands tainted your dress, your own fingers curling in the lapels of his coat. You pulled him closer; his body heat the only combat for the rain. “A big ol’ declaration of love in the rain.”

“This isn’t a declaration, Peter,” you pointed out snidely, fumbling with his belt despite your tone. His fingers curled in your dress, dragging it up over your thighs. The fabric clung to your skin. “This is you trying to get your dick wet.”

He laughed, grasping your thighs and lifting you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands taking hold of his shoulders.

“And if this is supposed to be your way of telling me you love me for the first time, I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Gotcha,” he replied, his amusement giving way to the heady growl of desire as you wrapped your hand around his cock. He groaned as you pressed the head of his erection into your cunt. “I’ll save it for later.”

Peter thrust into you in one hard stroke, and you moaned, swallowing down rain before pulling him into a kiss. Even as the meaning of his words dawned on you, your thoughts devolved into the simple, hungry notes of pleasure, and you broke away from his mouth to bring his face back down to your throat.

Quill’s teeth dug into the sensitive skin over your pulse point and your head fell back against the wall. Rain hit your face, water running down your cheeks and you blinked against it as your eyes rolled back.

He fucked you in rough, hurried thrusts, his hands digging into the flesh of your ass possessively. A shiver wracked through you, and you could feel his body trembling with the cold of the rain despite the heat of his body against yours.

When you came, the sound of your moan was drowned out by thunder, and you could have sworn you heard Peter whisper three words against your skin.

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Loki had promised her once to show her the universe and all the realms. He never got a chance to do that, but a chance presented itself now for her to see it for herself, and she couldn't pass up on it.

A part of Loki would always stay with her. Maybe seeing all the things he didn't get to show her, visiting places he didn't get to take her, breathing the strange air and laying eyes upon sentient beings so different yet uncannily similar to humans would keep that part alive. Keep Loki alive.

For if her attempt at saving him hadn't worked, at the very least she could bask in the memories.

The world owed her that much.

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14,000,604 - Chapter Twelve

Oh, the ANGST in store...

[continued from]

The voices sounded tinny and very far away. No surprise, when Stephen considered he was hearing them as his consciousness raced across incalculable reaches of space, on his way back to his body. He had left Hope far behind him at the conclusion of the previous timeline, and though he hadn’t found it necessary to mention it to her, he had briefly returned to the New York Sanctum on this final repetition, for one small but vital action that would play into the victory he had ensured. His visit to Wong’s quarters took place in less than a blip, in comparison to all the time he had endured already, and it would still be five years until the enchantment he had placed upon the sealed packet he had left for his friend would allow his fellow Master to open the envelope and follow Stephen’s detailed instructions as to how and where to deploy the full forces of Kamar-Taj. As well as notifying the government of Wakanda and the leadership of New Asgard that their armies were needed, with only hours to spare, for an epic battle for the fate of the Universe. This was the final chess piece which the weary time traveler had pre-positioned—so that now, once he allowed himself to fall out of his Time Trance, Stephen need do no more but follow through on the course he had foreseen millions and millions of times.

“…I’m half human. So that 50% of me that’s stupid? That’s 100% you.” Quill. Whom Stephen had learned over time was much smarter than people usually gave him credit for. And who had a heart far bigger than his bravado and oft inflated ego would normally allow for.

“Your math is blowing my mind.” Tony. The man, the hero—the comrade who had fought at his side too many times to number—the friend who had laid down his life in Stephen’s defense, as often as Stephen had done for him. The loving father and husband, whom Stephen would, with no other recourse possible, be forced to doom.

“Excuse me. But does your friend often do that?” That was the woman. Mantis. Empathic and tenderhearted. Yet with a spine of steel when faced with any threat to those that she held dear. Stephen had been blessed to be considered so in a surprising number of repetitions.

“Strange, we alright?” Tony was right there to catch him, as Stephen fell out of his trance. God, though he’d lived this moment countless times, this time hurt worse than he could even have imagined. Because it was for keeps. Tony gave him a beat to catch his breath, then looked him straight in the eyes. “You’re back. You’re alright.”

The rest of the group drew closer. Peter Parker voiced what they were all thinking. “Hey, what was that?”

Stephen boiled it down to its simplest terms, knowing they were all on the clock for real now—and there was so much to do before Thanos arrived. “I went forward in time to view alternate futures.” He found he couldn’t meet their eyes, for he couldn’t possible reveal the full truth. “To see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict.”

The gravity of that statement was felt my all. “How many did you see?” Quill asked.

“14,000, 605.” And every single one of them is seared into my memory.

Always, always, it had to be Tony that asked. The man whose sacrifice was inevitable now. “How many did we win?”

Stephen locked eyes with him, and in that moment felt as though he was pronouncing a death sentence. “One.”

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And so their preparations for, and the battle to wrest the gauntlet from Thanos had proceeded, not a one of his companions realizing that the outcome had already been determined. As he had in millions and millions of iterations, Stephen gave his all, throwing everything, every bit of magic he possessed, at the berserker whose whim was to prove his version of reality was the only one acceptable. He never used the Time Stone, for he’d already experienced the millions of disastrous results from doing so. And he gave no forewarning of Nebula’s arrival---a wild card to his compatriots, yet ultimately ineffective against the being she called father---but of utmost importance, as she provided the means to begin Tony’s journey back to Earth.

Stephen could do nothing to prevent Quill’s reaction to the news of Gamora’s death, for he had learned in too many painful repetitions what a dead end that road would be. He had been grateful there was no chance for anyone to question him as to why he had allowed that violent disruption of their plan, or even why he hadn’t at least prepared Quill for the worst.

All that mattered---even in the wake of his own final battle with Thanos---was that Tony survived. At all costs. And it had hurt like hell to give up the Time Stone, as though some vital part of his own life force had become invested in it, but Stephen knew that pain was only finite, for soon enough he would be erased from the equation.

Even the inevitable recrimination in the Iron Man’s eyes as he asked Stephen why he’d made that choice, held an all too bitter sting, for the respect and friendship that flourished between them as they fought and bled and died side by side, was never to be. Instead, he knew that Tony would despise him in the coming years, only to realize in the final moments of his life---as Stephen had advised him before dissolving into nothingness---there had been no other way.

Stephen would carry the memory of Stark’s face in the very moment he had understood his own inescapable mortality, like a stain on his soul all the remaining days of his life. And, as prepared as Stephen had believed himself to be for the endless questions, accusations, and outright hostility which would be hurled his way in the aftermath, there were times—even as he gave answer, while trying his best to remain as coolly clinical and as imperturbably emphatic as he had once been in delivering dire prognoses to his patients—he felt his spirit was being slowly crushed by the guilt he carried over the deaths of all of those who lost their lives in battle Earth.

The first such questions came from Pepper Stark, right there on the scorched battleground, after Thor and Steve Rogers had seen that Tony’s body had been removed with the greatest reverence and dignity they could provide. Though Stephen had anticipated her reaction to be the most damning of all, she had granted him an unexpected mercy, for which he would always be grateful.

Stephen had been frozen in place, separated from the coterie of Avengers and their closest allies by of gulf of distance and their temporary indifference towards him. He had watched as Pepper accepted the condolences offered by all around her, with a dignity and strength he had already witnessed firsthand during those timelines that he had the privilege of spending time in her company. He had steeled himself, waiting for her to seek him out, as the sun finally began to pierce the heavy haze lingering in the wake of war. When she finally approached him, her tearstained face showed no righteous ire, her voice not a bit of the contempt he surely deserved. “Doctor Strange?”

He nodded, his voice rough with self-recrimination and inescapable regret, “Ms. Stark—I’m so sorry for your…”

She shook her head brusquely and held up a hand to silence him. “Please—I just need to know a couple of things before I start to make arrangements for Tony…” Pepper swallowed hard, nodded to herself, and then continued without breaking down, as Stephen was sure she needed to. “…he…Tony…was always perplexed and…well, frankly, angry…that you had told him there was just one possibility of defeating Thanos—and then gave up your Infinity Stone anyway.”

Stephen bowed his head, “Of course…”

“You told him that it was the only way…”

“Yes,” he replied past the lump in his throat, raising his eyes to meet hers, “And I promise you that is the absolute truth…”

She drew a long, deep breath before continuing. “14,000,605, he said…” Stephen marveled that he heard only a trace of bitterness in her voice. “…meaning you knew when you told him that, that he was going to die…”

“I…I did.” God help me, I did—and I’ll be doing penance for it all the rest of my days.

“Well, Doctor,” she drew herself to her full height, fearless and proud in the face of her grief, “I need you to tell me in complete honesty—before I have to go home and tell my daughter that she’ll never see her father again…I need you to tell me that you explored every single goddamn option before you condemned Tony to death.”

“I swear on my soul, Ms. Stark,” Stephen replied without faltering, while the memory of having told Hope in their final moments together how sacred such a vow was, sent a chill down his spine. “On my immortal soul…that I sought every possible timeline where we could win without his sacrifice. And your husband…Tony… was the inevitable lynchpin.” He would not, for as much as it might soften her opinion of him, tell Pepper that the outcome he had looked for most desperately was one where his own death prevented Tony’s.

Pepper narrowed her eyes, studying him so closely that Stephen felt that all his failings had been laid bare. “Alright,” she finally told him, “I…I can live with that. And if Tony had known that his life was required to save Morgan’s future…” Her voice had broken at last, and fresh tears filled her eyes, “…he would have accepted it as well.” Without further word, she turned and walked away.

A few moments more, and Stephen had fallen to his knees, the pain of his guilt overwhelming him so completely, that even his memories of his time with Hope failed to give him even a whisper of comfort. And that was how Wong found him twenty minutes later---after having issued instructions to the surviving members of Kamar-Taj’s forces on how to proceed next---mercifully asking no questions, and instead, opening a portal back to the New York Sanctum and leading Stephen home.

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Wong was a man of infinite patience; he had come to the study of the Mystic Arts with that as one of his primary strengths, and his long service since then had honed that quality to a fine, enduring edge. Such patience was, for a large part, exactly what Stephen had needed, so that Wong naturally found himself looking after his friend and fellow master in the initial days after all The Lost had returned to Earth.

Though there was much work for the members of the Mystic Fraternity all around the world to do, at home and throughout the multiverse, sealing stress points and bleed-throughs from realities where Thanos’s deadly deed had not been reversed (and even from those where the Titan had succeeded in reducing the universe to its essential elements before creating new life as he deemed fit), the leadership of Kamar-Taj agreed with Wong’s assessment. His place remained with Strange for the time being, helping him through his recovery, until he was strong enough of heart and mind to return to his duties as Sanctum Master—and aid in the continuing task of completely curing Earth’s reality.

Stephen provided only the barest of answers to queries about his experiences, keeping most of the details to himself, as they were often too painful to recount. He spent most of his time in his rooms, trying to meditate (often failing to achieve the calm of mind and peace of heart he sought), studying arcane texts that delved into the mysteries of Time Magic, or standing his usual watch at the Anomaly Rue. Wong suspected that he was barely sleeping. He wasn’t eating much, either, and it took Wong nagging at his friend to keep him from becoming dehydrated. By the fourth day, he decided to slip a mild sleeping draught into Stephen’s afternoon tea, and was gratified by the result—the younger man slept the afternoon, evening, and then the night through—though Wong had made sure to check on him periodically, and enlisted Cloak to keep watch as well, with instructions to come get him should Strange experience any side effects, such as vivid nightmares. As bulletproof as Stephen normally managed to pretend he was, the stress and pain he was concealing now went far beyond even that incurred during his ordeal with Dormammu.

Day six of Earth’s new lease on life was also the day of the memorial service for Tony Stark, and although Wong advised against it, Stephen insisted on attending. Wong would have done so on his own anyway, out of respect for the Iron Man and his widow, having established as loose acquaintance with them since The Snap. Now it was an obligation, for he suspected that Stephen was willingly opening himself up to glares meant to wither and comments meant to accuse him of playing god, from the many friends and teammates grieving Stark. At least Pepper Stark had already settled with Strange, though Wong doubted it was public knowledge.

“You don’t have to hover like a nursemaid,” Stephen had reminded him as the portal to Pepper’s lakeside home closed behind them. “I’m more than ready for whatever anyone plans to dish out.”

“That remains to be seen, Stephen,” Wong had grunted, “In the meantime, just indulge my overprotective streak a while longer—in the interest of getting you back to full resumption of your duties, so that I can finally get back to mine.”

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Stephen would never have said it aloud, but he was grateful that Wong remained steadfast at his side, not only through the service—his friend’s dour mien discouraging many from approaching him with questions or admonishments—but in the period of his recovery. Though he became more and more engaged each day with the needs of Earth’s renewed reality, his feelings of self-worth were the lowest of his life. Most nights he had trouble falling asleep, and then staying asleep, and meditation didn’t help. Only when he focused on his vibrant memories of Hope, did he even find a modicum of peace.

Some days as he watched through the Sanctum window, he was tempted to bend his thought enough to search for her, but he never gave into that desire, as he knew he had relinquished that privilege ages ago, at least by her reckoning. And soon enough, he was called upon not only to dedicate himself more fully to help repair the damages wrecked by the subversion of reality—but to do his part as one of the faces which the public had come to trust for explanations, and for assurances that life on Earth was steadily moving closer to normalcy.

Stephen had been genuinely shocked when Nick Fury, along with Steve Rogers, had arrived at the Sanctum to recruit him for a series of televised interviews and public appearances—for Strange had believed himself to be one of the most hated men on the planet. Fury was one cool character alright, speaking his piece plainly, and it was obvious he’d done enough research into Stephen’s character and history to cut past even a trace of diplomatic bullshit. Instead, he’d presented the facts and called upon Stephen to do this service for the greater good of the country, let alone the world. While also making it clear that he absolutely understood the dire burden of having to make similar life and death decisions without the benefit of a single soul to second-guess one, let alone offer a different perspective. Stephen took some grim satisfaction in knowing that at least Fury respected him, despite the impression that he didn’t like him much.

Rogers barely spoke a word, and seemed to be there not only as the de facto leader of the reunited Avengers, but also a softening counterpoint to Fury’s blunt manner. There was no mistaking the quiet grief he carried at even the mention of Tony’s name—but Stephen could also see that he was duty bound to rise above any resentment he might harbor, so that they could work together to help their nation recover and move forward.

Though Stephen would have preferred to dedicate all his time to the efforts of the Mystic Fraternity to heal the cascade of damages, which still beset this reality, he committed to Fury’s plan, calling upon the poise and showmanship he had relied on during his notoriety as the preeminent neurosurgeon in the world, to get him through the onerous task. The world had no way to know that wasn’t him anymore—but at this point, he was beyond caring. Each day he felt more hollowed out than on the previous day, as his guilt rooted itself deeper inside. While the one thing he knew could dull his pain, he believed he had no right to seek.

Only once—about three weeks past the victory over Thanos—did Stephen even allow himself to speak of Hope aloud. He and Wong were briefly enjoying the cool evening air, up on the Sanctum roof, after an early summer heatwave had overtaken the City for an oppressive five days. Both of them indulging in Wong’s favorite Thai beer, as cold as it was rare for the two of them to do so, watching as dusk stole across the heavens. Speaking of only the most trivial things between long, comfortable gaps of silence. “The sky is still almost as clear as it was in those first days after The Snap,” he pondered out loud, “The stars are bound to be as bright as the last time I was here.”

Wong crooked his head, as Stephen had been loath to speak of the times he had retreated to the Sanctum to rejuvenate himself amidst his lonesome quest. He was aware that they had interacted on such occasions, and that he had given Stephen some timely advice multiple times when he had reached a dead end in his timeline search. Wong took a long pull of his beer and then casually asked, “Which time was that?”

Stephen sighed and rocked forward in his webbed lawn chair, his focus directed on the bottle cradled between his tremoring hands. “Just before the final timeline,” he admitted, too tired to regret awakening the bittersweet memories that flooded his mind. “I had the best of company that night.”

“Then it couldn’t have been me,” Wong snorted, intuiting Stephen’s secret well enough to finally ask, “The young woman you were seeing at the time? Ms., uhhhh…Collins, wasn’t it?”

Nodding silently, Stephen conjured her image behind his closed lids. “Hope. Hope Collins.” The corners of his mouth ticked up into a faint smile, as he recalled the silky fall of her auburn hair across his chest and the lovely spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose. How fiercely he was missing her now! Remembering how in that timeline she had confessed her love to him, and had plead for a charm to let her keep her memories of all hat had passed between them. Wondering now, if she had moved on, and if she even still lived in the City they both loved.

“She came looking for you, Stephen.” Wong waited a moment for his reply, and then continued when he offered none, “But you know that already, don’t you?”

He nodded the affirmative, certain his voice would crack if he tried to speak--but Wong was merciful enough to understand that. “She broke down when I confirmed what she’d seen on the news about your abduction. And I let her stay here a few nights as the power was out across the City that first week or so.”

“Thank you…”

“It was my pleasure to help her, Stephen.” Wong revealed, “As much for her sake as for yours.”

“Do you, um…do you happen to know, by any chance, what happened to her?” Stephen didn’t know how to brace himself for whatever Wong’s answer might be.

“Beyond the first six months, no.” He drained the remains of his beer. “She checked back here every few weeks. Not one to give up easy, that girl…”

“Yeah,” Stephen chuckled, despite the ache in his chest, “That’s my Hope, alright…”

Wong stood up and stretched, getting ready to head back into the Sanctum. “She rarely came empty handed either. Girl could bake,” he said, patting his belly. “A girl like that,” Wong added sagely, “They don’t come along more than once or twice in a man’s life. If he’s even that lucky.” He laid a hand on Stephen’s shoulder, “If you’re waiting for permission to seek her out again, you are the only one holding yourself back, my friend. You may believe you have atonement to offer for the final toll the Battle of Earth took—but I assure you, you do not.”

Stephen looked up to find his normally inscrutable friend wearing his most sincere and sympathetic expression. “She could be clear across the country by now, Wong. Or still here, but happily married with a couple of kids…”

“Yup. She could be. Or she could be right out there waiting, hoping that she meant enough to you then, for you to look for her now.” Wong patted Stephen’s shoulder in conclusion, “But you’ll never know either way, unless you try.”

As Wong slipped away, Stephen lifted his eyes to the sky, watching the stars begin to assert their presence as the dark around him thickened. I wish I may, I wish I might, he mouthed, a flicker of the hope he’d been forbidding himself now stirring to life, have the dearest wish I’ve ever asked for in my life…

(to be continued)

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 6 months

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

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

BEING QUILL’S YOUNGER SISTER HC’s

peter quill x sister reader

word count. 442

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

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

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

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

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

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

— he gets real protective

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

— king of "I told you so"

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

— likes to bring up your embarrassing stories or moments

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

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

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

— doesn’t tell if you have a secret party

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

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whatcouldgowrong-ohthat · 4 years

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peter quill and gamora

How has this not been asked yet? Damn o.o

Name: Eerca Quill

Gender: Female

Personality: Eerca is a woman that is constantly emotionally drained. She feels exhausted surrounding herself with people that don’t really listen, but often it’s out of her control. And she hates that - that feeling of being out of control. Structure is something she is particularly fond of because it makes her feel safe. Ironic considering who her dad is. But like him, she does like attempting to form some kind of strategy when they’re going to help people.

Special Talents: Eerca is as skilled a fighter as her mother. She’s also an amazing pilot. If she had to pick between the two, she’d stick to flying any day of the week. After what her mother grew up around, the idea of taking a life simply doesn’t sit well with her.

Who they like better: Eerca respects her parents more so than she likes them. She knows they want her to like them, but they tend to try too hard and it makes them come across overbearing. She does love them, but when all is said and done, she wouldn’t exactly say they have the potential to be friends.

Who they take after more: Eerca probably leans more towards her mother in terms of what she’s like. She often wishes her dad would grow up more and her drive to help people definitely comes more so from wanting to be good than from making some money.

Personal Head canon: She has her mother’s green skin, but I couldn’t exactly find a gif of that. She takes over as leader of the Guardians one day and, when she does, things change.

Face Claim:

If they had a kid

If you’re curious

Thanks for asking!!!!

#peter quill x gamora #marvel au #marvel ask #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #mcu #marvel kid #marvel kiddos #marvel ofc #marvel oc

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josiewinters1999 · 5 years

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What It Feels Like 6

Rocket Raccoon x OFC (Willie)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: Willie awakes to find herself in The Collector’s gallery. She knows she has to escape... for Rocket.

Contains: Angst, fluff, feels, cursing, violence, really gross stuff for a hot minute

A/N: It has been forever and a day since I’ve uploaded and to my [5] fans, I’m so sorry. If you are reading this, thank you for coming back after my long absence and I hope this part is worth the wait. I’m actually pretty proud of it tbh. If you guys like this enough and I keep getting the time/motivation to work on it, I hope to extend it and add the other Guardians. Also, I’m thinking about starting up and writing about Willie and other characters, in her “canon” timeline (aka, the one I have meticulously planned out in my head). Drop a comment and tell me what you think of the story or anything I’ve proposed. And as always... enjoy!

The morning was just like any other; the alarm clock went off, he got up, dressed himself, and went into the control room of his ship. However, when Rocket realized upon entering that it was missing a certain person and all the comforting ambiance they produced, he felt his heart sink in his chest. Today was going to be a long lonely day.

He makes his way to the coffee machine, ready to brew himself a cup since Willie wasn’t there to do it like she typically did. With a drowsy paw, Rocket grabs the coffee and begins making the pot.

As the water brews, the raccoon’s distorted reflection grimaces back at him from the coffee pot. He crosses his arms and looks away, not wanting to be reminded how miserable he actually is. Brown eyes gaze across the common room of his modestly sized ship. On the table where he and Willie would normally be sharing breakfast, he spots his holocommunicator.

All the muscles in his body tense the second his eyes lock on it. He slowly makes his way to it, afraid he might startle it somehow if he’s too quick. It looks back up at him, almost begging him to make the call he so desperately wants to make.

Furry paws grasp the tablet and hold it feebly. It’s only been one damn day, his mind tells him. What could possibly have happened in one day? The voice of his conscious didn’t stop Rocket from wanting to make the call.

If I could just hear her voice one more time... his small fingers punch in her name and got to hit the ‘call’ button but stop in an instant, mere millimeters above the surface of the device.

She left you his darker side scolds him. She doesn’t need you and you don’t need her. Face scrunching up in anger, the raccoon throws the communicator back onto the table and returns to his coffee.

***

The space is still and stagnant, air not moving in any direction. It smells of plastic, harsh cleaning chemicals, and something foreign. Behind her eyelids, Willie can sense there was a light on.

Voices in the distance are muffled by a what sounds like a wall. They’re deep, masculine, and many. Mind not yet a full functioning, Willie is unable to translate and blows off the noise as the radio or television.

In her space, the Gallifreyan stirs, finding her position uncomfortable. The pain in her head suddenly catches her attention and her whole body winces. The sound outside her space changes from voices to loud thumps, each one increasing in volume before stopping.

Bang bang bang.

The sound of a fist on flat glass is enough to jolt the woman awake. She springs into a sitting position and makes the horrible choice of opening her eyes.

Flickering and humming fluorescent lights above her magnify the pain throbbing in her skull to levels unbearable. Raising a hand to shield her eyes, Willie squints, hoping it will help her focus.

The blurry room slowly starts to become comprehensible. There is a man standing above her with a wide, wicked smile on his face. He waves sarcastically as he bends his knees. His blue skin, black eye, and bloody lip make the Kree man instantly recognizable.

Too weak to make a rebuttal, Willie just snarls and the man laughs, his voice now being clear and understandable, “Not so tough now, are you, you stupid bitch?”

Willie’s memory suddenly comes crashing into her like a runaway train.Landing in Knowhere, going to her ship, having a smoke at her table in the bounty hunter’s bar, the fight in the bar, the fight in the alleyway, all while she was trying to get back to Rocket.

Rocket. Oh God…

One of the men from the alleyway steps up and pulls back his friend taunting Willie, “Come on Agron, let’s just let the man pay us and get out of here,” he leans into the blue skinned Agron, “this place gives me the creeps.”

Agron looks between his friend and his catch in the glass cage before walking away. This gives Willie a second to fully survey her surroundings.

Feeling a stiff, scratchy feeling on her skin, she glances down. She was now clad in a crisp, clean, white jumpsuit and matching socks. She feels a pain in her neck. Reaching up,she feels a small metal disk under her skin. Having used them on others before Willie knows exactly what its purpose is; electric shocks. Shifting to be on her knees, she crawls to the edge of the square enclosure. Peering out into the area outside it, she looks up and out at the vast storage area.

The ceiling seems to stretch on almost forever, receding into blackness as the items hanging in it begin to disappear. Hundreds of glass cases similar to Willie’s reach into the space above, each one filled with a different, rare creature.

Willie had heard many things about this man and had evaded his grasp many times by the hairs on her neck. Finally being in his care, in his glass case looking out, was something Willie had prayed she’d never see. Suddenly feeling light headed, she falls back onto the seat of her jumpsuit, the world before her becoming blurry.

In the distance, she sees three indistinct figures. The smallest of them hands something to the other two before they walk away. On the brink of fainting, Willie doesn’t notice the figure’s movement until he begins to finally come into focus at the edge of her tank.

He is slightly taller than Willie and wears a luxurious white fur coat draped over his shoulders, it’s hair matching that on his head perfectly. His tailored purple suit underneath oozed elegance and wealth. Wealth, Willie is now starting to realize, built on blood… blood like hers.

With straight perfect teeth, he grins at Willie like a passerby would grin at a cute dog. He bends his knees, purple fabric around them straining slightly. “Look… at … you,” his words were slow and full of pride, “After all this time I never thought I’d have one. A Time Lord. The last Time Lord,” he trembles slightly with giddiness, “And she’s all mine.”

“Jokes on you dumbass,” Willie grins back, “I’m not actually a Time Lord. I’m a Woodlander. We’re a different breed.”

The Collector stands, fixing his now lightly wrinkled clothes, “Makes no difference. You’re the last one left.” He looks back at her with a devilish grin, “You’re one of a kind.”

***

“I wish we could stay like this forever…” Willie sighs, rubbing the fur between Rocket’s ears gently with her long pale fingers. He grips her shirt tighter and smiles, inhaling her scent deeply. She smelled of cigarette smoke, tangy soap, and something distinctly Willie.

Curling into her side, Rocket can feel her warmth radiate onto him, the clear blue sky above him and the crisp wind completing the scene. “We can stay like this as long as you want baby,” He mumbles happily.

Willie furrows her brow, “We can?” The worry in her voice drains Rocket’s joy as he sits up to look at her. Her skin was perfect without a single blemish on it, like it had been airbrushed. “Why couldn’t we?” he asks, concern evident.

She brushes her vibrantly colored yellow hair back, looking up at the raccoon, “I don’t know.” Her hands find a blade of grass beneath her and twirl it in her fingertips as she continues, “Maybe because we shouldn’t be together.”

Rocket grabs her hand and holds it in both his paws, “Baby, we can do whatever we want. Who was it that made the rules of who can and can’t be together?” Her blue eyes glance at his hands and then back into his eyes.

“Don’t you love me?” the raccoon asks, deep brown full of worry. She only smiles, gracing his cheek with her free hand, “Of course I do. I always have.”

For a moment, time stops, the birds stop chirping, the clouds stop floating, and the wind comes to a halt. Willie’s warm smile is enough to last Rocket a lifetime. Her plump red lips turn upwards as she speaks in a low voice, “Rocket, I lo-”

The moistness under his chin wakes Rocket from his dream. Groggy and half out of it, he sits up, looking at the puddle of drool in his lap. Wiping the now cold liquid from his cheek, he looks at the clock on the ship’s console.

2pm. It’s barely past noon and he’s already bored himself to sleep. Living without Willie is harder than he thought it would be.

His hands tingle as if they really had just been touching Willie. He sighs, heart heavy and the images flashing through his mind. Rocket realizes he feels empty without her.

But again, her face, her real face, not the one in Rocket’s dream comes to mind; sunken in, covered in scars, nose crooked, and eyes permanently full of disdain and disappointment. The sight hurts just to think about. Hurt soon turns to anger and he clenches his fists around the armrests of his captain’s chair.

“Fuck her. Never needed that junkie slut crowding me anyways.”

***

Whenever Willie got any reprieve from being watched, by either The Collector himself or by one of his pink skinned minions, she searched her cell fervently. Top to bottom she looked for something that could get her out.

Fingers tapped, poked, and pried at every corner and seem of the glass. It was sealed tight, the only opening was the air vent above and Willie had already rubbed her fingertips raw trying to feel for a weak spot or anything she could wrap around her fingers to help in her escape.

Willie was beginning to learn the hard way how things work as a toy in The Collector’s box. Twice a day, every day, you were delivered food. The food was bland but kept you alive and healthy, just the way he wanted you.

When it was feeding time, you were told to get into position at the opposite end of your tank. This position consisted of you kneeling, ankles crossed and hands interlocked behind your head. Something you can’t get out of very easily.

The pink skinned girl would then open the door and carefully set the food down before shutting it and leaving. If you moved, she hit a button on the device strapped to her wrist and an electric shock powerful enough to make even Willie seize up would flow through your body, leaving you a sloppy mess on the floor.

Days passed, and many times Taneleer himself would come to just stare at the blond Gallifreyan in her case. Petting his fur coat like it was a living animal, he stared her down, grinning wildly and almost fondly at her. Every time, Willie would curse him, promptly earning her a shock slightly more potent than the ones delivered by the assistants.

Getting out of this place is going to be tough, that much was clear.

***

Willie lay in the dark on her back. The Collector knew better than to give her anything in her case so she lay on the bar hard floor, staring at the grey ceiling, its only features being the light, now dimmed, and the air vent.

Nine days. It had been nine days. Why hadn’t anyone come for her? Where was Rocket? Hadn’t he seen her getting pulled away? Willie thought, hands folded on her stomach. Then it hits her. Rocket doesn’t care. He’s pissed I left. No one is coming…

Her thoughts and potential tears are interrupted by footsteps in the distance. She sits up, crawling to the nearest glass wall. She sees one the cleaning ladies scurrying in, a bucket in one hand and a wad of rags in the other.

“Hurry!” The Collector’s voice is distant, quiet, but unmistakable. “He isn’t going to clean himself now is he?” he shouts and the girl only runs faster.

After watching the pink girl disappear in the sea of dimly lit glass cases, Willie watches Taneleer emerge, steps angry and swift with his less formal, more comfortable night coat flowing behind him.

With the excitement seeming to be over, Willie sits back, listening intently. She could barely make out the sounds of cleaning. The slosh of water, the squeak of clean glass, and the occasional sob from the woman doing the dirty work.

Some time later, the assistant comes back, wet rags inside the bucket of now dirty water. Head to the ground, tears trail down her cheeks and she briskly speed walks out of the gallery hall.

Eyes trained on her like a hawk, the wheels in Willie’s head turn. She feels the blood rush through her body and a hunger form in her stomach; a hunger she hasn’t felt in a long time.

If she wanted to get out of this place, she was going to have to do it the dirty way.

***

Hours passed and her instinct was telling Willie it was turning from night to dawn. The creatures around he were beginning to stir and the hall seemed more alive than it is at night. The Collector comes out to gaze upon his prizes while his entourage of assistants come around with carts full of food trays.

The one that typically fed Willie approaches her tank, tray in hand and cart at her side. She gives a look to Willie and the blond glares at her, asking her to assume the proper position for feeding.

As she kneels, interlocking her ankles and hands, the woman slides the glass door open and sets the tray down before swiftly exiting and going on with her route.

Willie gets up and stares at the food as it practically stares back at her. The tray was like everything else in her tank, white and clean. Perfect, just the way he liked things. It disgusts her and makes her yearn for freedom even more.

Angrily grabbing the food and sitting it on her lap, she begins shoveling it into her mouth, waiting for the perfect opportunity to carry out her plan. She watches the people bustle about, going from tank to tank until their carts are empty. They then roll out in an almost single file line, ready to return in an hour to collect the empty trays.

Finally alone, Willie checks one more time to see if the collector is near. Without the man or any of his minions in sight, Willie sits back hearts racing. If she was going to do this, she’d better hurry.

With no more food left on her tray, she leans forward, looking down at the floor. She gets on her knees, pulling her hair over her shoulders and opening her mouth wide. She takes a deep breath, squeezes her eyes shut tight, and reaches her long fingers down her throat.

There was only a couple other times she’s ever had to do this, and being nervous always made it harder. She forces them deeper and harder down her throat, feeling around to find that sweet spot that will give her the results she needs.

Feeling herself gag, she knows she’s found it. Pressing harder still, she gags more and more. Sweat seeps from her pores, worry that she’ll be caught tickling her stomach. Soon enough she gags one last time and a waterfall of sloppy puke gushes from her mouth and onto the floor by her knees.

Coughing while the last bit comes out, she pulls her fingers out, licking them clean first and then wiping the excess saliva on her leg.

Surely when the lady came to take her tray, she’d see the mess and have to spend a good amount of time to clean it.

Willie’s prediction comes true sooner than she had hoped when Taneleer steps out from behind the row of tanks next to her and see her sitting in her own filth. Glaring at the Gallifreyan, she fakes stomach pains and curls into a corner, trying her best to further the illusion.

The Collector’s face heats up and turns a deep shade of read, “Carina!” he shouts, almost loud enough to make the glass shatter. Quick yet light footsteps rush to his side, “Yes, master?”

He forcefully grabs her arm and jerks her, making her look at the state of his prized piece, “What is this? Are you trying to kill her?” Stuttering but not actually responding, Carina’s mouth opens and closes nervously. “Clean it up...” Taneleer barks into her ear. She nods and rushes off to get her supplies.

The Collector looks Willie up and down one last time before storming off in a rage. If he were to stand and watch any longer, he knows he would most likely scream at Carina the entire time.

Unable to hold it in, Willie grins. Perfect ,she thinks. Within a few more moments, Carina comes back with the buckets, chemical solutions, rags, and sponges needed to clean Willie’s vomit.

Willie begins to tingle with anticipation. Carina doesn’t even bother to say anything to Willie before sliding the door open. The Gallifreyan’s eyes go wide in excitement as she stares at the woman’s wrist and the device strapped to it.

Carina wets a rag and kneels, beginning to wipe the floor. Every second seemed to drag on for years and Willie felt like she did in the forests of her home; nervously excited with a certain insatiable bloodlust as she waits in the bushes to kill her next meal.

Soon the weak prey turns her back to re-wet her rag. The predator lunges forward silently and swiftly, grabbing her by her throat to silence any screams. Prey’s eyes go wide and fingers claw desperately at the suffocating firmness around her.

Willie drags Carina into her tank, through the mess on the floor and up to her chest. The blood pumps through her veins, adrenaline making her stronger and eventually she can feel Carina’s spine in her palm, so close she can feel the bumps in her vertebrae.

The woman’s pawing becomes softer and softer, her pleaing grunts becoming quieter and quieter. Eyes roll up into her skull and she goes limp and heavy in Willie’s hands. Willie reaches down to her wrist and unstraps the device that controls the disc in her neck.

Strapping it on her own wrist, Willie begins punching every button she can find. How the hell do I turn this thing off? Her mind panics. Suddenly there is a beep and Willie quickly prays to every God she knows that that has done it.

Her head darts from side to side as she emerges from her tank for the first time in over a week. Not a soul is in sight and the coast is clear.

She steps swiftly and quietly through the gallery, keeping herself as concealed as possible. She weaves between the rows of glass cases, the creatures and plants inside watching her in awe as she does the thing they all wish they could do; escape.

The door has to be here somewhere. Her mind races and her pores leak profusely as she frantically searches for the exit. Each row only leads to nothingness and Willie starts walking faster and faster through them.

Finally, a grand archway presents itself at the far end of the gallery, barely within view. Face lighting up with relief, Willie makes her way to it, confident and giddy.

“You!” a deep male voice grunts behind her. Her body tenses up again and she whips her head around to see the voice’s owner. The Collector stands down the row from her, Willie equidistant between him and freedom.

She sprints as fast as she can for the door. Taneleer reaches his wrist up to push the button on his device to slow her down. Nothing happens. He presses it again and looks up. She is still running, and alarmingly fast.

His heart tenses and he shouts, “Get her!” No one rushes to his aid and he runs after her himself. Willie reaches the archway and dashes out into the familiar streets of Knowhere.

Luckily there was a crowd and she soon absorbs herself into it, hiding herself in the swarm of bodies lining the strip. By the time Taneleer emerges from his gallery, she is gone. He looks down at his wrist computer again and see a red dot on a radar. “You’ll be mine again...”

***

Weaving quickly through the crowd, stealing the paranoid look over her shoulder, Willie looks everywhere for The Collector or his goons. She’s certain they are right behind her.

After walking the streets and not seeing any sight of them for an hour, she relaxes. She’s outrun them… for now. Willie looks down at her vomit and sweat stained jumpsuit. If she wants to blend in and get off this planet, she’s going to have to change clothes.

She desperately searches the streets for where her ship was parked prior to her kidnapping. That comforting and familiar empty space between two buildings was a sight for sore eyes. A bright smile spreads across Willie’s lips and she runs to her ship. She can’t wait to throw open the doors of that fantastic invisible box and-

Reaching the space, she runs right through it. Where her ship should have been is empty. Her ship is gone.

Willie begins to panic, “No…” she whispers. She frantically feels the air for it. Spinning in circles like a mad man she searches for something that isn’t there. “No,” she repeats. “No no no.” She stomps the ground in anger. “He took it. Taneleer Tivan took my fucking ship.”

She gazes back out into the alleyway, “I need a phone…”

***

Hanging his ammo belt up on the rack at the entrance of his ship, Rocket sighs. Jobs just don’t satisfy him like they used to. The rush of blowing something up and taking someone down just doesn’t get his goat anymore.

They used to give him a sense of fulfillment that satiated his core like a desert flower getting its yearly rain. Things are… well… different now. He knew deep down why, but would never admit it to anyone, especially himself.

With heavy limbs, he trudges to the kitchen. Bounty hunting can sure work up the appetite. Rocket steps on his small ladder to reach the top cabinet. Before he can even fully grasp the handle of the door, the holocommunicator on the dining table rings.

His movements stop. He debates whether he should let it ring out or if he should walk over and reject the call. Either way, he didn’t feel like talking to anyone. The raccoon returns to the task at hand and opens the cabinet.

In the background, the ringing stops. “Guess they didn’t want to talk either.”

Reaching into the cabinet he pulls out a box of food and begins preparing it. He pours the contents of the plastic container into a plastic bowl, sighing with tired eyes and feeble fingers.

The ringing begins again and Rocket growls to no one in particular. Teeth bared, he angrily looks over his shoulder at the table muttering to himself, “Can I not sit down for five goddamn minutes?” Eventually, the ringing stops once more.

Tension releasing, the raccoon takes his food and walks to the captain’s chair to eat it. As he passes the table and holocommunicator sitting on it. It begins yelling at him again, almost as if it knew he was walking by.

Angry beyond comprehension, he slams his food on the table, a few bits of it falling out onto the surface of the tabletop. “Who could it possibly be?” he shouts at the top of his lungs. He picks of the glowing translucent blue tablet and reads the message:

Voice Communication. A3-Sector B09

The code at the end was instantly recognizable to Rocket. It told the raccoon that this call was coming from Knowhere. But why? At this point, Rocket’s anger has subsided and curiosity is slowly taking its place.

Slowly, he takes his paw and taps the accept button. Immediately he hears a hustle and bustle in the background of the call, confirming this call was where the communicator said.

“Hello?” the raccoon’s voice is unsure.

“Rocket!? Oh thank God I was starting to think you wouldn’t pick up,” distinctive voice worries to him. It was shaky and scared.

Rocket’s heart drops at the sound of it and he nearly faints, “Willie?”

She smiles on her end, “Yeah it’s me.” There is a pause as she swallows nervously, “Rocket, I’m in trouble. I need you.”

Rocket opens his mouth to offer his assistance but is suddenly reminded of the full situation. She left him. She left him after he poured his heart out to her. She doesn’t deserve his help. “Why should I help you?” he grunts.

Willie almost chokes at those words, “What the hell do you mean? Rocket, please. I need your help. I’m stuck here.”

He only shrugs, “Sounds like a personal problem to me.”

The Gallifreyan bites a lip and lowers her voice, “Rocket, listen. I’m sorry for how stupid I was being. This whole thing with our feelings just is kinda hard for me…” she sighs, “I… I shouldn’t have left. I really had no reason to except that I was scared. But trust me when I say I tried to get back to you. I really did.”

Tears welling in his eyes, Rocket tries his best to make it sound like he isn’t crying, “Then what the hell stopped you?” he spits.

“I was kidnapped!” Willie shouts, her voice going through the communicator and filling Rocket’s ship.

He is taken aback by this, “Y-you were what?”

The woman lets out a deep breath, “The Collector got me. He’s been after me for years and he finally got me. It’s a wonder I was able to get out.” She anxiously scans the crowd as she speaks into the communicator on the Knowhere streets, “I think he still might be on my tail though. Can never be too sure. I need to get this stupid thing out of my neck. How soon can you be here? Because I am dying to kill this piece of shit.”

“Willie…” he trails off, unable to think of what else to say.

“Please Rocket, I need my big man to come rescue me.”

His heart flutters and he smiles, “I love you,” he blurts out.

Willie sighs, grinning like mad, “I think I might feel the same.”

The smile on Rocket’s face couldn’t be wider, “Lay low for a while doll. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

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