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hi-ilikeyourbutt · 3 months ago

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«Homecoming»

No warnings, just pure fluff with our golden boy 💛 Enjoy!

I accidently posted this as opposed to saving to my drafts XD so if it keeps changing it's because I keep going through and refining it until I'm happy with it (never gonna be happy with it).

Life was settling down on Knowhere after the defeat of the High Evolutionary, normality slowing the tempo of everyday life. You were never good with children, and so instead of helping to care for the orphans, you were tasked with looking after Adam and Blurp as a favor to Nebula. You didn't mind it all that much. You were one of the only citizens with room to spare in your apartment, being one of the more wealthy traders that settled down at the port. Nebula knew you could handle the task. You were gritty and tough, firm enough to keep him in his place while he acclimated. And because you had your own ship, you could keep him plenty busy between missions by taking him along on your trade route and supply runs.

Adam had grown very fond of you in the short month since he had moved in and started spending time with you. The crippling sadness at the loss of his mother was softened and blurred in your presence, washed away like a warm shower. You issued tasks and answered his questions gently, sincerely, even though you weren't a particularly patient or sentimental person. It made him feel a little less like an outlier. The loneliness of this strange limbo swept away the moment he walked into the shared space of your apartment.

You were always hospitable towards him. Sometimes you would invite him to sit on the couch, Blurp in between you, and watch movies until the early hours of the morning. Those were his favorite kinds of evenings. And every time he asked a question about the strange human behavior or a scenario pictured, your face would light up unbeknownst to you as you explained it to him. He could listen to you for hours, loved the light in your eyes when you laughed.

You were also an excellent cook, and though he had no physical need to consume food, he found himself craving it whenever he smelled your cooking. You always made sure there was enough for him and Blurp to eat. The more Adam thought of it, the more he realized you were special. You fed him, made sure his clothes and bedding were clean, helped him decorate his room with things that made him feel happy and safe. Always there in the background working quietly to ensure you both lived happily, comfortably as the months passed like minutes.

He had made many friends being a guardian, but as time passed, he discovered that no one else sparked that warm glow in his heart that you did. In fact, if he paid attention, he would notice that the glow was transforming into something else, something more intense and consuming. You occupied nearly every thought, there was no corner of his mind that wasn't touched by you in some way.

He found that while he was away with the Guardians, his heart ached immensely for his home with you. The warm light of your presence replaced with a longing so sharp and intense he could barely stand it. Adam had never been away from you for more than a day, and this mission was a particularly long one, adding to the depth of his misery. His team noticed his melancholy and quickly deduced the reason after speaking with him. He was completely smitten, "whipped" as Kraglin had put it. Though nobody explained what it really meant to Adam, they thankfully didn't tease him too badly over it.

Matters were made worse when he returned home and you weren't there. His eyebrows knit together, the pain of his shattered excitement and your absence nearly doubling him over. He discovered the note that you scribbled and left on the counter while absentmindedly ambling about in the kitchen.

'Hey Adam, I'm out on a run. Should be back in about a week.'

You had mercifully dated the note so he could deduce that you would be back in just a day or two. Still, it was such a long time to wait... He didn't have it in him to throw it away, so he folded the little paper and took it to his room, tucking it into his top dresser drawer. He sat with Blurp on the edge of his bed afterward, at a complete loss as to how to pass the time without you here accompanying him.

He had guiltily snuck into your room, touching nothing but a shirt in your hamper before quickly exiting, blushing furiously at his intrusion into your space. He didn't understand his own actions, but having a piece of you near him seemed to ease the pain of your absence slightly. He found himself tenderly pressing the soft fabric to his face, inhaling your faint scent from time to time as he sat on the couch with Blurp, watching all your favorite movies that first night. He left early the next morning in search of some task, to be useful in some way, he would do anything to quicken the pace of the dragging minutes.

Unbeknownst to him, you were also pressed to be home, speeding through jumps and rushing trade negotiations in an effort to start heading back. Though you refused to admit it, leaving home without Adam was becoming harder for you. The solitary confines of your cockpit used to be a safe haven. Now, it was all you could do to avoid staring longingly over at the empty copilot's seat. You cursed yourself, cursed Adam, cursed Nebula, cursed every living being in the galaxy for the familiar pain of longing growing in your heart.

You loved Knowhere because it was tightly knit, yet utterly detached, its own small society floating along the outskirts of space. You were comfortable with the level of interaction here, people liked you and treated you as a pillar of the community while still respecting your privacy, always giving you a wide berth knowing it's what you preferred. You had abandoned the sentiment of loving others a long time ago, finding the emotion itself burdensome. And it was burdensome, the pain of missing him sitting like a boulder on your back. You scowled at it while pressing the accelerator up into the red zone.

Finally... after docking the ship and logging all goods, you made your way back to your dingy little apartment. You sighed, the return process was exhausting and had seemed to drag on forever. You still had to document the trip when you got home and submit it by this evening too. It was hard to stay lost in your thoughts for very long, though, as you noticed a strange shift in the atmosphere.

The people seemed different, looking up at you as you passed and covering their smiles. You hardened your gaze and quickened your pace, feeling completely out of place. While rounding the last corner to get to your apartment you caught a woman gasp, happily rushing inside the little building she was guarding, then, not even three seconds after, Adam burst out of of the door. His golden eyes were wide with elation as they connected to you and you found yourself unable to look away, momentarily entranced as he was while the world stood still. You blinked, breaking the spell, and in a fraction of a second he blew towards you like a missile, crushing you against him.

The action had stunned you, but the impact of it was what knocked the literal air out of your lungs. He was wrapped tightly around you, his face buried deeply in your hair. His overwhelming joy had made him forget himself entirely, all his inhibitions gone with the wind. Your fists balled up, back stiff as as a board while he innocently rubbed his hands up and down your back.

"I missed you..." was all he could manage at this moment. You coughed, doing your best not to squirm or cringe at the sentiment he had just whispered into your hair. Completely unable to admit to him that you might have missed him too. Time passed, but his embrace remained snug and warm until you relaxed your fists and returned his hug briefly. You gave him a pat on his back after a few seconds, signaling him to break contact. The way he looked down at you as he pulled away nearly melted you... his eyes sung with unrestrained emotion. Pure joy, tenderness, perhaps even just a touch of longing, all of which he didn't care to hide from you. You found it terribly sweet how open he was. He wasn't afraid to be honest with you and it was refreshing.

Standing before him now, you felt the exhaustion leave your body, solar charged by just a look from him... the cynic in you slowly drowning underneath his honied gaze. Finally, you reached up to him, placing a hand gently on his arm,

"Are you hungry?" His eyes crinkled in delight at your simple question and you felt a hot blush bloom across your face. Since when had that smile of his become so adorable to you?

"Terribly so." His answer was soft and knowing, loving the way you stared at him with those lovely dark eyes. Eyes that were so sharp to everyone else, but not to him.

You noted the people that had gathered at the spectacle of you both and blushed deeper as they smiled knowingly. Adam had not shut up about you all day, apparently, and word gets around fast on Knowhere. You would have to scold him gently for wrecking your image, but that could come later. After dinner, you decided.

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raccoonfallsharder · 11 months ago

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･:*𑁍 overheard on the bowie

[new 8/2] ❤︎‬❤︎ oneshot masterlist | main masterlist fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 12,973.

rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it. see warnings below.

Rocket’s not thinking. His low-light vision is hungrily licking up the gleam of your shins and your shoulders and your hair — your big shocked eyes all shiny, your lips swollen and bitten and slick. Your panties are still slightly askew and he can see how soaked they are from here: the silken shine of wetness on the inside of your thighs, the puffy outline of that soft, bratty little cunt of yours. “R-Rocket?” Chest heaving, he leaps onto your bunk, clawed hand cuffing your pretty ankle and yanking. Your breath whuffs out of your lungs as he heaves you off the pile of pillows and down onto your back: t-shirt rumpling up under your shoulderblades and tits, hair splaying like a flower behind your head as he hauls you toward him. Your eyes are all glossy and baffled and maybe a little scared, and that pierces through his glaze of need and greed and wild fury for a second. It’s not your fault you have the worst-behaved little pussy in the galaxy. He reaches out to you and grips your chin, leathery fingers squishing your cheeks just a little, claws denting the flesh — but not cutting. “I’m gonna help you out with your little problem. ‘Kay?” When you just stare at him mutely, eyes all big and confused and kinda frightened, he grunts and crouches and reaches for your wet panties with his other hand, tapping unerringly against your clothed clit. “This one, sweetheart. Okay?” Your eyes flicker — he can’t read with what — and your face grows hot under his fingers. He waits, teeth gritted, muscle twitching in his jaw, nose flared and breathing in the scent of you, wet and needy. Hesitantly, you nod.

･:*𑁍 read more on ao3 𑁍*:･ oneshot masterlist | main masterlist

WARNINGS: absolutely plotless smut. pining, angst, far too much sexual frustration. fingering, spanking and pussy slapping, begging, cunnilingus, praise/degradation, crying, overstim. variations on "slut" and "brat" (affectionate), pet names like "sweetheart," "princess," etc. i scaled back the number of orgasms but it's still a pretty unlikely number for an average humie. i apologize for my sins

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mackjlee9 · 2 years ago

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Adam Warlock x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

I tried okay- it's been a while since I've written an actual smut

Masterlist.

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3

Requested by sal the mon on Quotev.

Well, this is not how the Guardians' trip to Earth was supposed to go.

Out of everyone, (M/n) was the only one who was reluctant to sleep over at the Quill Residence, so he decided to sleep in his small room in the Bowie, they weren't gonna stay around for too long anyway so he didn't mind staying in the ship.

He thought he was gonna be the only one on the ship, until Adam came up to him silently as he made his way out of the house, "Need anything, Adam?"

The golden boy looked up from the ground at (M/n), and shook his head.

"I lost rock, paper, scissors for one of the rooms," the way he seemed defeated about not being able to stay in Peter's home almost made (M/n) laugh, but he simply smiled and continued walking around the back of the house, toward the backyard where the Bowie was.

He yawned as the ramp lowered, and they made their way inside, closing up again once they were inside.

"Well..." (M/n) yawned again, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the ship, the sound of metal filling their ears, "I'm going to bed, good night," his wrist got grabbed before he could walk inside his room, and he looked back, seeing Adam standing there, "What?" He asked quietly, feeling quite a bit flustered and hot with Adam so close to him.

"I'm not tired yet," for a moment, (M/n) was about to ask how the fuck was he not tired with all they did during the day, he was literally about to collapse from exhaustion, until he remembered that Adam was a Sovereign, and that was what he needed to think of to make him sigh.

"Fine," he opened his room door and took swift steps toward the electronic device that could easily be an iPad made by humans and he handed it to Adam, "This app," he pressed on the screen, and the app took a few seconds to load, "Has movies and series to watch, you can have it for tonight, and don't break it."

Adam scrolled down the app, reading the title of every cover that caught his eye, he was quite interested in all of it.

"Good night, Adam," he looked up and smiled at (M/n), mumbling a 'good night' back before making his way to his own room.

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Despite being exhausted, (M/n) had a hard time falling asleep, every time he closed his eyes, the image of a shirtless -and practically naked- Adam would fill his mind, making him groan and sigh as he felt hot and bothered, like really mad at his subconscious for constantly bringing that memory back whenever he got distracted.

Everyone back in Knowhere was so painfully aware of the hugely obvious crush (M/n) had on Adam, except for Adam himself, and (M/n) was too much of a coward to say anything.

Turning face up on his bed, he dropped his arm over his eyes and sighed, deciding to just ignore the memory to the best of his ability. Eventually, he will fall asleep, even if it takes a while for his brain to shut off for a few hours.

And it's only been roughly two hours later that Adam came out of his room, feeling his body tingly and warm, covered in goosebumps due to the involuntary shivers he felt whenever the scene played back in his mind.

He had a faint feeling that he was watching something he wasn't entirely sure he should, but he did anyway, intrigued by the cover and title. He should've known better.

Adam gripped the device in his hands, careful not to break it, as (M/n) had requested of him, and he took quiet steps toward the (h/c) haired male's room, his mind foggy and numb as a particular image flashed past. He shook his head when he arrived at (M/n)'s door, and slowly reached to open it.

As expected, the room was quiet, seeing as (M/n) was fast asleep, and Adam sighed in relief, he didn't know why he was relieved but he was, and made his way inside, careful to not make loud noises that could potentially wake (M/n) up. He placed the device down on his desk, and turned around to leave, until he heard a quiet sound coming from him.

Adam turned to look at (M/n) who had started squirming on the bed, the low brightness of the hallway light was enough to provide a good look at him, and Adam noticed a rather prominent bulge in (M/n)'s pants.

For a moment, all Adam could do was stare, feeling his mouth watering as his mind got plagued with sinful images, those he had just watched but slightly different. They weren't of a man and woman, they were replaced by an image them, (M/n) and Adam.

And he couldn't hold himself back.

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A deep frown marked (M/n)'s face, his jaw clenched as muffled groans filled the room, mixing with a constant and wet gawk sound.

His body shook hard enough to make him open his eyes, taking ragged breaths in as he felt like the room was spinning. (M/n) sighed, assuming he simply had a bad dream, but he knew that wasn't it, he probably had the hottest dream he'd ever had in years, and Adam was the cause and protagonist of said dream.

He would've gone back to sleep if it wasn't for a particular feeling on his lower regions, and when he looked down, he swore he could've cum right then and there, and he wasn't far from it.

Whether this was another dream or not, he didn't care, Adam was giving him probably the best head he's ever had -not that he had many, to begin with- but, fuck... he was really good with his mouth, holy-

"Fuck..." (M/n) observed with half-lidded eyes how Adam's hips were grinding down on his bed, his gold eyes closed as he whined needy around his cock.

Adam seemed to be enjoying this just as much as (M/n) was, perhaps even more.

His hands reached down to hold onto Adam's blond locks, pulling on them a little roughly as he started thrusting his hips up, listening to the wet sounds of him taking his cock deep down his throat. Adam's eyes opened, and he looked up at (M/n) through his glossy sight, feeling his dick leaking and throbbing inside his underwear.

"You're mouth feels... So good, Adam, fuck... I'm gonna cum," the Sovereign whined louder, trying to nod while his mouth was still being used, his whole body trembling at the thought of feeling (M/n)'s cum spill in his mouth and slide down his throat.

Groans and heavy breaths left (M/n)'s lips as he approached his orgasm, pulling Adam's hair as he kept his head pressed as close as it could be, releasing a loud moan as his cock twitched, thick ropes of warm cum spilling out of his slit.

He watched with a heavy stare how Adam's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hands held tightly onto his thighs, making sure to take every single drop of his cum.

(M/n)'s breath was ragged but it was going back to normal, simply assuming this whole thing would end there, but it didn't. It won't be ending now.

Adam slowly pulled away and licked his lips before taking a deep breath, "(M/n)...?" He let out a quiet 'hm?' in response, "Can I... Do something?"

His was clouded by the post-orgasm bliss, so he was feeling pretty complacent, giving a few slow nods to Adam's question.

He knelt on the bed and simply tore his clothes off of his body, making (M/n)'s eyes widen at the sight of Adam's naked body. Oh, the things I would do to him...

(M/n) watched attentively how Adam straddled his hips, biting his bottom lip at the feeling of (M/n)'s cock getting hard under him, and he took a deep breath. He didn't know what Adam wanted to do, but he was expecting to see him slowly taking his cock inside him.

A choked moan escaped Adam's mouth, his hands placing themselves on (M/n)'s chest, tugging on the fabric of his shirt, releasing a high-pitched whimper, "So big, I... I feel so f-full..."

(M/n)'s teeth gritted, his hands reaching to hold Adam's hips harshly, feeling his mind going numb at how tight and warm Adam felt around his sensitive cock, "Oh my fucking..." He mumbled to himself, struggling to keep his eyes open, just to be able to see every little detail on Adam's expression.

They made eye contact when Adam looked down at him, tears sliding down his gold skin, which had turned some kind of copper colour over his cheeks and nose, giving the appearance of a rather cute blush.

"(M/n)..." Adam's voice was quiet and whiny, leaning down closer until their breaths were mixing, "I..."

He got interrupted by the feeling of (M/n)'s lips pressed against his, muffling his whimpers as he felt his hips being lifted and slowly lowered again. The movement made a shiver run down his spine at how he got filled up again.

At that point, Adam didn't care if (M/n) was gonna use his body like a toy, even more so at the realization that Adam's buffer and bigger body meant nothing with how easily was able to manhandle him. He loved it, and he never wanted it to end.

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glow-autumz · 2 years ago

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Here's a mess of doodles I created for a OC I made in a janitor AI chat with Rocket<3

Still learning how to draw Rocket don't come at me plz ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

#rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon fanart #rocket raccoon x reader #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #gotg oc #oc #self insert #fun times #janitor ai #dontaskmewhyahh #Rocket and Moon #Rocket x Oc

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tarithenurse · 2 months ago

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Inhuman

Fandom: MCU Pairing: Eventually Loki x fem!reader, Stucky, more (some canon, some not). Word count: 1638. Contents: Tension, new friends, plan is developing. A/N: Any questions are welcome. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag.

Chapter 53

... Reader’s PoV ...

Loki is already up and fully dressed when you wake, which means you can be alone with the thoughts as you bathe and dress. I should hate him more than I do. It’s a weird realization. Sure the trust is diminished, but you can’t find it in your heart to care enough. Life is too short. You laugh grimly at the acceptance that it might be shorter than you had hoped originally.

You’re trying to tie a long sash around the waist when Loki returns, carrying a tray with breakfast, which he sets down wordlessly and goes to help you before you even have to ask.

“Thank you.”

“Do not mention it. This is for you.” He extends an arm towards the food and you accept with a silent nod.

None of you say anything until you’re finished and only then is the conversation reluctantly slow and formal. Oh boy, this is painful.

It’s a relief when he leaves the room and you watch his figure as he’s stopped by a guard, hoping that he’ll be asked to spend the day somewhere else. Instead he returns, his face grim, and he demands you to follow.

With hurried steps, you trail him to the throne room where Thor is meeting the most mixed group possible. You don’t believe the first impression, but what faces you as you walk through the doors solidifies the impossible: in front of the dais is an…ent, and a biped raccoon in clothes, a blue woman that is more machine than living tissue and another sort of woman with very different organs and antennae. The only people remotely human looking are a green woman and three guys (one is a giant covered in carved patterns) even though they all have something foreign about them.

“Brother. [Y/N].” Thor’s voice reminds you that there are other people present. “Heimdall has found our new allies.” Mimicking Loki’s earlier gesture, the God of Thunder beams happily. “Meet the Guardians of the Galaxy.”

“How humble.” There is a mocking ring to Loki’s voice. A tone that the two coloured women and the raccoon seem to pick up on immediately though they stay quiet.

“Yo, nice to meet.” One of the men begins. “I’m Star-Lord and this is my team. Meet Gamora, Drax, Rocket, Groot –“

“I am Groot,” the ent-being interrupts.

“…yes…yes, you are Groot, that’s what I said…anyways…” the so-called Star-Lord mumbles to himself before continuing, “…and here we have Nebula, Mantis, and that’s Kraglin.” As he mentions their names, each of his crew members nod towards Loki and you.

“Star-Lord…so you are Peter Quill.” You look him over, trying to separate the familiarity of the human from something else. Something dormant and potentially strong. “You really are part human.”

“Yeah. No. All human.” He wags a finger. “100% certified terran…I was more, but that’s gone, like poof over. No more of that, nope.”

Gamora rolls her eyes which you ignore by insisting: “It’s still there, just not active.”

“No. Sorry lady, look I’ll show you.” He flails his hands as if his fingertips are connected with elastics from one hand to the other, before clapping them together. “See? Nothing.”

Stepping up, you hold your hand in front of his chest. Instead of letting the energy flow steadily into the body, you ramp it up, growing an orb of shiny light that only you can see before slamming it into him. You are left weak and drained…but something has changed inside the sway of Quill’s glittering cells.

“Try again.”

“What did you just do?” Rocket, the raccoon, asks.

After that he doesn’t say anything because Peter Quill has conjured a shining blue ball out of nowhere, startling the Asgardians and you. You had expected something, but not that.

Star-Lord is not the only one in the group with powers, although they aren’t all as shiny as his, as some are simply related to their intense training or physical augmentations, like Rocket, Groot or Nebula. The conversation becomes friendlier as the participants get to know each other, until Nebula sneers impatiently, that there must be a reason they’ve been brought here.

“There is,” Thor admits, “it has come to our attention that you have had dealings with Thanos.”

The blue woman sputters with rage and has to let Gamora talk for her. “Nebula and I were raised by him, trained to be his weapons after he had destroyed our home worlds. We have no love for him.”

“What she’s trying to say is this…the ladies want ‘im dead and the douche deserves it,” Rocket cackles.

“We are in agreement,” Thor smiles, “in fact, we would like to help.”

The silence is chilling. While the guests are trying to communicate wordlessly whether this is something they can trust or not, Groot has lumbered over to you who are feeling pale after the expend of energy. Smiling kindly, he leans down, stretching his hand made of vines and twigs out to you.

“I…am Groot.” He nods.

“I’m sorry…I don’t understand.” You have a distinct feeling that it’s not the same meaning as earlier.

“He wants you to take what ya need,” Rocket translates. “She doesn’t eat wood, ya idjit!”

Looking back at the sentient tree, you know what it’s referring to and you step back, frightened of the temptation.

“Thank you. I can’t. I won’t.”

You bump into Loki who steps in front of you as if to shield you.

“That ith thrange.” The light voice belongs to Mantis, the girl with the antennae and enormous black eyes. She’s been silent until now. “He won’t hurt you, you do not have to be thcared or thad.”

“I am…Groot.”

“He says he’s sorry.” The explanation comes promptly, this time from Quill. “What are you? Why would he offer you to eat him and how did you make me do that…stuff again.”

Looking towards Thor, you breathe to steady your nerves. “I’m from Earth…or Terra, I guess you’d say…” You trail off, dreading the long explanation that is needed.

Loki and Thor take over, explaining about the events on Earth with the Avengers, Inhumans, the Battle of New York, Vasiliev, Hela, and London, and how it’s tied together with many other events as well. As they talk, the guests listen intently without interrupting until the end. Then they huddle together and whisper quietly among themselves.

“But no, hang on.” The raccoon is a fast thinker and he turns back around to face the Asgardians and you. “So, I get Thanos’s a bad guy here as well, but why’d ya bring her then?” He points at you who have been surprised at how elegantly your part of it all was left out of the tale.

“He’ll be coming for her. If he succeeds, then it’s most likely the realm will be destroyed.” Valkyrie explains patiently.

“Why? Who’s she to him?” Gamora and Nebula demand.

“Let me first ask you a question...” Loki proffers. “You must know what Thanos wants more than anyone…is our theory correct, that he wants Death, the force, as his partner?”

The women exchange glances before nodding. “Everything he’s done is to achieve that,” Nebula says. “Like this Hela. From what you tell, she must have been his crown jewel until she failed him…he doesn’t forgive failure or weakness.”

That would explain the mechanical enhancements…no person would volunteer for that.

“I am GROOT!” The words echo through the grand hall, startling a guard so he drops his spear.

“Dude…that’s…fuck me sideways!” Quill rubs his neck while eyeing Vic up and down. “He said you…that you can kill Thanos.”

“I doubt that.” Let me run away. Anywhere but here with these people looking at me. A slender hand grabs your, and despite knowing who it belongs to, it still reassures you. “But we hope that I can lure him off somewhere else where we all can beat the cr…erm…defeat him.”

The huddle resumes, leaving the Asgardians to glance around at each other. This is it. When the self-proclaimed Guardians of the Galaxy turn to face the hosts, there is a determination that you have seen in the faces of the Avengers or the soldiers before the attack on London. Yes?

“All right….we’re in,” Quill agrees. “And we might know a place.”

…

It had been a long meeting, even when they sat down around the table. You had mostly sat and listened to everyone else make plans. Of all the things that were running through the head were two thoughts that surprised you: how come they all talk the same language? Will I get a chance to see my family again? The last notion is too painful to dwell on, so you try to push it aside.

When the meeting ends, there are plans to scout out Pluto and another minor planet near Betelgeuse as possible places for what everyone is referring to as The Final Battle.

“Hold on there, [Y/N].” Quill is blocking the way and you stop, wary of what he might want. “You’re the first one from Earth I’ve seen since I was like eight.”

You’re aware that Loki is waiting a few meters away, pretending to study a bust.

“You’ll be meeting more soon it seems” you begin, “and to be fair…my friends might be better at catching you up on everything that has happened…especially Steve and Bucky because they have been through it too.”

“Yeah, I totally get that. It’s flash. Just…what do people listen to now?”

“Music?” He nods. Where to start? “Uuuh…hmmm…pretty much anything. Yo’know…uuuhm…there is so much.” Why don’t you have your laptop? That one’s loaded with music. “I’ll make sure to hook you up when we get there.” If I get there.

“Awesomesauce! Thanks.” He hurries to catch up with the others who are headed off on a scouting expedition.

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colormeyondublue · 1 year ago

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My notifications have been blowing up lately! Huge thanks to the returning readers and new readers of Yondu and the Secretary. As I mentioned several months back - the fic is not entirely abandoned....just in a rough patch in life lately. I've even been thinking about how to construct new chapters...

#yondu udonta #gotg #marvel #michael rooker #ravager #yondu udonta x reader #i love my readers #love story #self insert #Yondu and the Secretary

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anxiousaster · 2 years ago

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My snack

A Rocket Raccoon x reader fanfic(gn pronouns)

You were one of those people around the middle. Sometime sharing a snack with someone you like was possible and other times you would cut someone’s hand if they got near your food.

Recently y’all just found something similar to your favorite sweet and it wasn’t exactly cheep. However despite the price you had grabbed a few and had been slowly rationing it until you had about one left. Tonight was the final episode of the season for your favorite show. You were so excited.....until when you opened the cabinet in the kitchen it was gone. You thought maybe you had misplaced it, so you ended up opening every cabinet looking for it.

“The hell you doing” a certain sarcastic raccoon said.

“Looking for my sna-“you paused looking at what Rocket had in his hand.

“Why the hell you are you looking at me like a damn demon possessed you”.

“Quick question, what’s in your hand”?

“Uhh, a wrapper”.

“Can I see it for a sec”!

“Why ya wanna see a damn wrapper you weirdo”.

You grab the wrapper and yep it’s the same one for your snack. You look at Rocket and he immediately runs out the room. You’re left frozen in kinda of a disappointed shock. Well there goes your snack. You later find out that the show you wanted to watch would be moved to next week. There goes your plans. Feeling defeated you decide to go to the front of the ship and just look at the stars while listening to music. You sit there for a minute or two before Quill takes notice of your mood.

“What’s going on”?

“Rocket ate the last of my snack and then ran away right before I could confront him, and my show got pushed to next week”.

“Dammmmn”

“Yep, so as you can tell I’m a little pissed”.

“Ya I would be to......so how you gonna get Rocket back”.

“What”?

“Get him back, ya know he did something to you, you do something back”.

“How did I not think to do that”.

“Well there has to be some smart people in the world”

“I know which is why I’m shocked you came up with and not me”.

“Ouch, this is what I get for helping you”.

“Ya kinda”you say as you walk off.

“Just don’t blow a hole in the ship or start a fire”.

“No promises”.

Now how to get him back. You could always eat his food, but it normally isn’t all that tasty. You could maybe take something of him. Actually no cause he’d blow your face off. Oh wait you could prank him, nothing to extreme of course, but a good prank should get him back. Now how to prank him? Drax walk in on you coming up with your evil plan.

“What are you doing”?

“Just trying to think of a way to prank Rocket”.

“Why”?

“Cause he ate my food and ran away before I could confront him”.

“Listen I didn’t know it was yours ok” a frustrated raccoon said.

“Ya you just see a pice of food that had a sticky note that said do not eat and you eat it”.

“There wasn’t no damn sticky note”!

Drax’s face shifted to a oh I fucked up look as Rocket spoke. You look down at his arm and notice a colorful sheet of paper on it.

“Hey Drax did you by chance grab the sticky note on my snack”?

“No I would never” he says as Rocket pulls off the note.

“Well if ya didn’t then how did this get on your arm”?

Drax then stood there frozen not saying anything. You both just stared at him until you noticed something.

“Also why do you have chili on your pants”?

“Wait your the one that are my damn chili”!?

Drax than ran off, booking it down the hall before y’all could say anything else.

“What the hell he just ran off before we could yell at him”.

“Doesn’t that seem familiar” you said with a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

“Hey like I said at the time it had no note on it”.

“Fair but you still made me mad sooooo I’m gonna get ya back for it”.

“How is that fair, there was no damn sticky note like you said”.

“I don’t know maybe the fact that I refused to let anyone else even try it may have been a hint”.

“You act like I pay attention to how you react on food”.

“Well you obviously did when you ran off before I could ask about the wrapper”.

“Get off my ass will ya, I didn’t know it was yours, you lost a sweet and I lost my chili, that’s about as fair as it gets”.

You just stared at him with a blank face.

“Listen I’ll get you so more when we go back ok”.

“Naw”.

“You mean to tell me you made that big of a fuss to just brush it off”.

“One isn’t that what you wanted and two I still want them but make Drax pay for them”.

“Alright that seems reasonable enough”.

#rocket racoon x reader #rocket gotg #rocket raccoon #fanfic #reader insert #gotg fanfiction #AO3 #this was from my AO3 account

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shylyobscene · 4 months ago

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. ݁₊ ⊹ Butterfly Caught . ݁₊ ⊹

Rocket Raccoon/Reader

18+ MDNI

post GOTG 3 | f!reader, she/her, no y/n | 2nd person | hurt/comfort | eventual smut

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Rocket knows he doesn’t really deserve you. He wonders if you knew how often he thought of how your pretty, soft skin would look covered up in bruises—and if it would make you leave.

“I could hurt you, you know,” he admits. As if that makes it any better.

The next few moments are something out of his filthiest frickin’ fantasies: you looking up at him, cheeks rosy, drowsily pressing a kiss against his fingertips. You drag his hand lower, placing it on the base of your neck.

“It’s okay,” you sigh, eyes lidded. “I want you to hurt me.”

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Or, Rocket—newly minted captain of the guardians—sustains injury and begrudgingly lets a nurse treat his wounds. You get under his skin, despite his best attempts to stay away.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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#rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon x oc #rocket raccoon fanfiction #gotg fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon #rocket x reader #gotg vol 3 #reader insert

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itsscromp · 1 year ago

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Hi can i pls request your HC of Rocket's fave foods or leisure activities? Thanks :D

Rocket Raccoon general HCS

ohohohoho now your talking my language *Cracks knuckles* alright, firing up.

We'll start with leisure activities, Now obviously Rocket would spend most of his time building bombs, weapons or new inventions for the team.

It's normally his number one pass time for boredom.

But then when you came to the team, he normally rolled his eyes whenever you talked about your favourite things from earth.

Until one day, you managed to bring aboard your games console when you first joined the team.

Rocket could hear the clicking of the controller when he was working, About to scold you for a bit until he saw what was on screen.

Whatever you were playing, He was intrigued by the premise of what you were playing.

After a little bit, he got off and went over to you, wanting to give it a go.

Ad after that, He's been hooked ever since, Gaming is now his new pass time alongside bomb-making.

Now for his favourite kinds of food.

Before he joined the guardians, he would have to make do with what he could get his hands on.

The biggest luxury of food was basic bread, he would always hear his stomach growl whenever he could smell it.

He would savour almost every last bit of crumb.

But when he met you, You would've brought back any form of earth food whenever you or Peter needed to make a stop there.

When you brought your bags in, you placed them into your snack drawer.

One day, the smells of said snacks peeked into his nose, Curiosity getting to him.

Deciding to sneak into your room and find the snack draw.

"Or...Ore...Oreo's ??"

He opened the packet and took a quick sniff, Smells sweet. But did it taste good ??

One bite... He was in heaven.

You then found the empty packet... More like rummaging through the snack drawer.

Finding him passed out on the floor with the empty packets.

Knocked out in a food coma.

He wasn't even sorry lol.

#platonic #reader insert #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon imagine #rocket raccoon headcanon #rocket x reader #rocket imagine #rocket headcanons #gotg x reader #gotg imagine #gotg headcanons

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angelofthenight · 2 years ago

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You, walking into a room: Hey, Adam.

Quill: Do you just not see the other ten people in the room who are your closest friends or-

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leresq · 2 years ago

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Rocket Raccoon short one-shot fanfiction (not MCU or comics or game, my own universe drawing from all of those)

I sat there, trembling in my scuffed and torn clothes, as the space pirates circled around me, their taunts piercing through my skin making me jolt through the cage they had put me in. They jeered, mocking my helplessness as I clung to my cream-white aran knit sweater. There were two of them: one was a human with a bizarre haircut that had the top of his head shaved, and the rest stuck straight down as if motor grease had been put in it. He had goggles on, and was missing too many teeth. The other one was an alien of some kind, looking kind of like a mix between a tree and a lizard with scales that looked like leaves. Both of them were wearing mixes of leather and brown cloth that made them look like scarecrows, and boots that clopped on the metal floor as if they were solid metal I beams. Other aliens passed through the ship, wearing similar mishmashes of fabrics with vibrant skin and weird features. Some of them stopped for a moment to stick their tongue out or make faces but it was the human and the tree-lizard who must have had nothing better to do than this. After a while I started to calm down a bit, what little I could, and I didn’t react as much to their clawing through the bars of my cage or lunging at me, and so they got bored and sat down on metal stools and stared at me like I was a zoo animal. The ship itself was industrial, with dirty pipes on every wall that occasionally hissed steam and screens that blinked and beeped, otherwise mundane noises that in this scenario seemed threatening.

I thought about what had happened to me in the last… thirty minutes? Had it been an hour, or more? I had been peacefully strolling along a familiar path in a forested park, surrounded by the gentle rustling of leaves and squirrels jumping from trees. Then, out of nowhere, the tranquillity shattered as something massive blasted overhead, casting an ominous shadow over the serene scene. A beacon of blinding light descended, bathing the entire area in an eerie glow. Panic had coursed through me, and before I could process what was happening, I was aboard an alien spaceship.

Suddenly, the ship's interior was bathed in crimson light, alarms blaring in discordance as my heart humped. The bravado of two pirates who were watching me evaporated as they scrambled to respond to the imminent threat. They pulled guns or blasters from holsters and my eyes widened, I wondered if they were going to shoot me. They didn’t even pay attention to me, they just ran off. I watched as aliens scattered in every direction, leaving me sitting, bewildered. One alien ran into the hallway where my cell was and noticed me, glaring into me with piercing yellow eyes. They looked human, except they were a vibrant shade of blue.

They shouted something in a language I didn’t understand to another human who appeared at the left side of my cage. It sounded like sharp ‘z’, 'r’, and ‘k’ sounds mostly, like ‘zarg’ or ‘karg’. She pointed to me and said something back, then the blue alien who was wielding a rifle turned to me and stood there, tensing. I straightened up too, not knowing if they were going to shoot me or not. They just stood there as other aliens raced around them. I guess this one was told to stand guard.

Then I heard shots coming from the hallway to my left where the human woman had come from. I jolted to stare at the entrance at the same time as the blue alien did. The blue person must not have known what to do because they just stood there, rifle blaster raised through the corner of my cage out into the passageway on the left. Then a figure emerged from the corner, diminutive in stature, rushing forward. with a few quick blasts of light from both sides the blue person fell over on their stomach. I gasped loudly and shoved myself against the wall as the invader turned to look at me. After all this I thought nothing could be stranger, but the person who shot the blue alien was a raccoon, standing on two legs holding a gun that looked way too big for them. Their head looked a little off but unmistakably that of an Earth raccoon. They were clad in an orange and tan tough suit-vest, cutting off at mid-shin where black boots began. His blue shirt peeked out from under the vest, and I couldn't help but notice the scuffs and well-worn appearance of their attire. They were unlike anyone I had ever seen before, even compared to plant lizards and blue people, and I hesitated, trying to make sense of the situation. Were they rescuing me or just stealing me? Was I going to go into another cage?

The raccoon spoke at me, the same harsh language I had heard earlier. I didn’t know how to respond, so I just shook my head. They must have noticed my eyes did not change as if I understood, and they said something else. They said something short which sounded like ‘flark’ I guess to themselves and they pulled a satchel around from behind them and began digging through it until they pulled out a tiny metal crescent. They came up to the bars of the cage and tossed the device on the floor where it skidded across the metal grate until it came to me. The raccoon held up articulate fingers that would be unnatural if it were any other animal, but raccoons already have pretty opposable fingers. They made a pinching motion with space in between their fingers as if they picked something up; they probably meant the metal crescent, then they put their fingers behind their ear.

I picked up the gadget and pressed it behind my left ear so that the crescent's inner curve rested against the outside of my ear. I felt what must have been a plate on the side of the thing that touched my fingers, then a snap sound rattled through my head and I jumped as I began to get lightheaded. I noticed the raccoon fidgeting at the door to the cage as my vision blurred and my ears began ringing. I grabbed at the device but it felt almost riveted into my skull. I began swinging my right hand around trying to keep the raccoon away from me. Did this thing just attach itself to me? Was it poisoning me?

I yelled loudly as the raccoon grabbed my hand with theirs and pulled me up with surprising strength. I fell forward a little bit but grabbed onto the cell bars with a clatter. My vision began to clear up and the ringing subsided, and I could hear them talking to me. Instead of the harsh consonants I had heard before, what they were saying sounded as understandable as I knew English, even though I knew they weren't speaking English.

"I said, can you hear me Terran?" They said, with a bit of a scowl.

"Wha- what did you make me put in my head?" I said in English.

I guess they understood me because they said "It's a universal translator. We gotta get outta here fast before more guys with guns get here."

"Universal translator?"

"Did you not hear me, is that thing on all the way? I said guys with guns are coming."

Before I could ask another question they dodged right past me and ran down the right passageway prompting me to shake off the last mental fuzz and chase after them.

I panted as we darted through the dimly lit corridors of the spaceship, "What's your name? Are you here to save me?"

The raccoon spared a quick glance in my direction as we navigated the maze-like passageways. "Names don't matter much in my line of work, kid. And I ain't your saviour, just in it for some business." Then after a bit; "Rocket. They/he."

Their words stung cold, but I couldn't blame them for not wanting to be a hero.

"Why did you save me then?"

"You were there. Now shut up."

We continued our mad dash through the ship, the red emergency lights casting eerie shadows around us. We burst into a dimly lit chamber, a safe room of sorts with a large door at the end, but otherwise looked exactly like the rest of the ship. The clinking of bottles and hushed voices signalled that we weren't alone. A group of pirates lounged around a table, clearly unaware of our intrusion until one of them looked right at us. There was a yellow human-looking alien and someone with lots of horns. My heart froze as they jumped up and pulled out blasters.

Rocket didn't waste a second. He raised his blaster and fired a barrage of shots that sent the pirates tumbling out of the way, their yelps filling the air. I leapt behind a nearby barrel, my heart pounding in my chest, the fear clawing at my throat.

I peeked out to see Rocket almost dancing around the bullets, their quick and precise movements were a stark contrast to the fumbling pirates. In seconds it was over but it might as well have been minutes.

I looked out further, the acrid smell of burnt metal lingering in the air. The pirates lay defeated, with trails of smoke coming from their bodies which made me feel a bit ill. Rocket stood amidst the aftermath, scanning the room for a panel at the corner of the massive metal door. They went over and tapped something on the pad before it blinked in red.

With a huff, they muttered, "Two-factor opening door. Figures." They reached into their satchel and pulled out a little disk. "Groot, can you shut off the d'ast alarm already?"

Someone said something on the other end of the radio device and within a few seconds the red lights bathing the vacuous safe room flicked back to their normal warm glow. It wasn't comfortable, but better than the almost haunting crimson alarm light.

Rocket sighed, his frustration palpable. "Hey kid, you there? I need your help, get over here."

I hesitated, my fear still gnawing at me. I looked at the exit to the hallway. I could run back and down the other way, maybe there was a way out that way. But even if there was a spaceship or something out there I had no idea how to fly so much as a remote controlled plane.

I looked back at Rocket, and they were looking at me. After a moment they dropped the tense look in their eyes and their scowl and sighed. Their face rearranged a bit, the gruff exterior softening. "Kid, I know this ain't your gig, and you're scared outta your mind. But I need to get that door open. I'll get you home safe right after."

I swallowed hard, my hands trembling as I stepped out from behind the barrel and came up halfway. "What do I do?"

They gave me a small, encouraging nod, smiling. "You see that panel on the right side exactly opposite from me? There's numbers over there and you gotta press them as I tell them to you. Press the big blue button on the screen when I tell you to and hold it down. When I say 'now,' you release it, got it?"

I went up to the screen and looked at what was on it. There were 10 small buttons and one big one, all blue. The screen was greasy and cruddy, and I realised it wasn't the numerals I was used to on Earth.

“Um, I can’t read this-” I faltered.

“Flark, right. I’ll describe them to you.” Rocket sighed.

Rocket pulled another little device out of their satchel, this one cylindrical and red with a tiny screen like that of a simple calculator, and attached it to their panel. It began making ticking noises, then finally a beep.

“Square!” Rocket barked, and then another beep as he inputted the number. I saw a little green bar appear on the side of the screen as I pressed the button, I could feel some of the oil touching my finger. The bar went up a little more.

*beep* “Square with three lines in it!” I pressed this button and the bar went up again.

*beep* “Two lines!” Button pressed.

*beep* “One line!” I pressed the last number pad key.

“Now!” I put my palm on the big blue button and the bar filled all the way up, with a satisfying reward sound playing over the speakers.

“Great job.” Rocket remarked as the door began to unhinge and slide open into two parts. Past the door were boxes and boxes of small metal bars, along with some guns and other shiny trinkets. Rocket patted me on the forearm which was all they could reach as I wiped my finger on my already messy sweater.

The room itself was about the size of a walk-in closet, not as big as the door would have suggested. Rocket went straight for the gun barrack and began taking a few weapons and strapping them to their back. With the size of the one they already had I was surprised they didn’t topple over. Then they scooped up some of the metal bricks and put them in their satchel, then they turned to the centre of the room where a case stood, and atop the piles of gold rectangles there was a black container. Rocket stood up on his toes to pluck it off and snap it open. The lid slid off to reveal a little computer chip of some sort.

“This is what I’m here for. Take what you want, I doubt these flarkers’ll care.”

I scanned the room and just took a few of the shining bricks and stuffed a few into my pockets. I assumed they were currency of some kind but I had no idea. Then I found a small white and red object that was shaped like a gun, but instead of a barrel it appeared to have a long spindly antenna on the end. It had a metal canister attached to it that had a blue feather emblem. I took it off the rack and it was surprisingly lightweight. I waved it around before Rocket called to me.

“C’mon kid, I bet backup ships will be here soon.”

I jogged over to them and we ran out of the safe room, down the hallway past the cage I had been trapped inside minutes earlier, and down the other end where after passing a few rooms I saw an open dock area, with a window without a barrier that looked right out into space. I gulped a bit as I took everything in. This must have been the place I was unloaded from when I was kidnapped. I was blindfolded from the time I was brought to the cell.

As we reached the middle of the space dock I was overwhelmed by the vast expanse of the cosmos stretching out before me. Stars scattered like diamonds against the infinite black canvas of space, and the Earth seemed like a distant dream from now. A small yellow ship was waiting there which was about the size of a semi-truck without the trailer. It had two distended legs that jutted out from it which had smaller engines on each one compared to the two larger ones attached to the body. The bottle green cockpit was open, and crawling out of it was a living tree stump with a face on it, sutured to metallic spider legs on which it moved. Once again outer space surprised me.

"I am Groot" the tree said matter-of-factly.

“This is Groot, he/him. Groot, get ready to fire up the engines. We need to get out of here fast," Rocket hollered, and the tree creature responded with “I am Groot” once again.

"Didn't he already say that?" I said.

"He did. It's his language, it's just three words." Rocket responded.

“Why can’t I understand what he’s saying?” I inquired.

“The translator doesn’t work for empathetic languages.”

“What’s an empathetic language?”

“Are you just going to keep asking questions?”

I was a bit taken aback so I looked away.

“It’s feelings.”

That didn’t really answer my question but I didn’t push further.

Just as Groot began to prepare the ship for departure, a new vessel appeared out of nowhere, seemingly materialising in the void of space. It glided smoothly up to the space dock. This new arrival was no friendly craft; it was a menacing pirate ship, round yet covered in red plated armour which was scuffed from laser blasts. Before I could fully grasp the situation, five pirates clad in jumbles of armour, helmets, and various cloths emerged from a door that suddenly opened. With blasters in hand, they jumped onto the space dock and immediately spotted us. Their intent was clear as they aimed their weapons at Rocket, Groot, and me.

Panic gripped me once more as the pirates opened fire, their blasters unleashing a storm of energy bolts. Rocket, Groot, and I ducked behind some crates for cover as the barrage of shots rained down upon us. The air was filled with the sizzling and crackling of energy bolts, and I could feel the heat of the blasts even from our hiding spot.

"Kid, see those barrels with the fire symbol on them?" Rocket said, gesturing towards the end of the port where the entrance they had come out of was. There were a couple large canisters that had symbols resembling a flame, so they were definitely flammable. "I need you to get over there and push one of those barrels into the way. I'll cover you and Groot can give you some shield. We're gonna get outta here."

"I can't!" I said, flustered.

"You can." They commanded, and it kind of felt honouring to have that said to me. If aliens weren't shooting at me while I was talking to a raccoon on two legs with a friend who was a tree spider I'd think about how nobody had ever really shocked a sense of esteem into me.

I nodded solemnly and turned around to face the barrels which I could see. The pirates were beginning to spread out as they continued firing and it wouldn't be long before they would surround us. Groot scuttled beside me and I looked at him.

"Alright, one-" I started, bracing myself. "two, three!"

I leapt forward with my hands outstretched, and I landed on my head and arms in such a way that I was able to push myself into a forward tumbling roll. I watched as Groot ran in front of me and a net of branches suddenly extended out of his stump to catch lazer bolts before they could reach me. It was like for a few seconds I was in slow motion. Then I was against the wall on my back, shielded from any bolts by the barrels.

Before one of the pirates could try to come around at me, Rocket was already firing a heavy barrage back at them with his massive gun. The recoil was barely shaking them and they seemed to almost enjoy it. Two of the pirates were gunned down by Rocket as Groot and I shoved the barrel onto its side with a slam. The remaining three pirates were trying not to become Swiss cheese, so they didn't notice as I aimed and rolled the canister directly at their ship which still floated outside the port.

"Get behind something!" Rocket yelled, not stopping the rain of blaster fire.

In the moment, I realised behind more explosives probably wasn't that safe, so in another slow motion moment I grabbed Groot's mechanical leg, stood up, and dashed back behind the crates Rocket was atop. I was just able to see the pirates finally notice the barrel, but jumping out of the way was too late. Rocket's blaster punctured it and it erupted in flame as it rolled directly into the pirate's fighter ship. The barrel exploded, pushing everything back.

BHOOMP

I was thrown against the wall, the crates being stopped from crushing me because of how heavy they were. The three pirates were flung in every direction, one went out into space while the last two were caught in the explosion. The small pirate ship's hull was torn open, and it began moving away from the port until it too exploded. Shards of the hull shifted in every direction, some coming flying back into the port, skidding against the metal. The port was scarred with torn metal and burnt paint, with bits of the destroyed craft still on fire everywhere. Rocket’s ship was relatively unharmed; it had been just out of range of the explosion and only suffered some ash marks on the already dirty yellow paint.

I hadn’t even realised my ears were ringing from the shockwave until they began to clear. As I struggled to regain my senses, I looked around in a daze, smoke and sparks swirling in the aftermath of the blast. I scanned the wall we were hiding against for Rocket and Groot, my panic escalating as I couldn't see them anywhere. Then, I spotted Rocket lying on the ground a short distance away, his orange and tan vest scorched and tattered, and his furry body covered in soot. They had been standing on top of the crates we were hiding behind, so they would have been exposed to the full brunt of the blast. My heart clenched as I rushed over to him, dropping to my knees beside him.

"Rocket!" I called out, my voice trembling. His eyes fluttered open, and he let out a groan of pain. Blood oozed from a wound on his side, staining his vest. I didn't know what to do, how to help him. Groot pushed some debris that must have fell on top of him and he scuttled over.

“I am Groot.” he said.

“He says get me on the ship-” Rocket coughed, choking a bit.

I carefully scooped up Rocket as if I were holding a cat, except they were much larger. Their fur was warm and prickly, and covered in ash and grime, grooming that had faded away as the day called for movement and action. Their tail almost reflexively wrapped around my arm. It was soft and bushy, but then they pulled it away. I supported them as we made our way back to the small yellow ship. Groot scurried over, continuing to watch Rocket as I crawled into the cockpit and climbed over the levers and screens and dashboards into the back. It was cramped, clearly meant for two people at most, but there was room on the ground where I set them down.

Rocket managed to prop himself up on one elbow, grimacing in pain. "Kid, listen up. You see that white and red thing you picked up earlier?" He pointed weakly to the white and red tool I had taken from the safe room in my left hand. I didn’t even notice I had never dropped it since I had picked it up. I nodded frantically, my hands trembling as I held it, looking it over.

"That's a medgun," Rocket rasped. "Point it at me, press the button on the side, and hold it steady. It'll do the rest." They pointed to the wound in their abdomen.

With shaking hands, I followed his instructions, aiming the medgun at his injured side and pressing the button. A soft blue light emitted from the wispy antenna as it shot forward and began dancing around the wound like a feather being pushed by wind.

"That's it," Rocket said, his voice steadier now.

Soon I saw pink skin fill up the hole through the bloody vest, and fur quickly began to grow back.

Rocket exhaled loudly in relief and let themselves collapse onto the floor of the ship, breathing heavily. I too let myself sit down and sigh. I dropped the medgun and looked at my body. My aran sweater and grey sweatpants were utterly beyond repair, covered in dirt and muck. There were a few tears in it, the knees on my pants were rubbed till I could see my knees through them, and there was blood on my chest, probably Rocket’s. I felt my own face was just as dirty, and I felt my own blood run down my temple.

Just as one of the screens began to blink and a piercing chirp echoed out of the cockpit into the port. Rocket pushed themselves up and winced, looking over at the screen which I couldn’t read.

“D’ast! Flarking-” Rocket went into a flurry of swears. They tried to sit up but they stumbled back down and grabbed their stomach.

“Are you alright?” I said.

“Yeah, I can’t fly the ship and there’s more flarkin’ pirates coming.”

My heart began racing again.

“They were taking the chip I stole to their mothership, and it’ll be here soon. Groot can co-pilot, but you’re gonna have to steer.”

I gulped. “Alright, what do I do?”

Groot climbed up the wall of the ship and his metal body plugged into a socket on the ceiling. The green front window closed and there was a hiss as the cabin pressurised. I looked out through the spaceport into the vacuum to see a hexagonal portal snap open some ways away. A massive ship, about the size of a skyscraper floated out of it and began heading straight towards us. It was terrifying, something so big shouldn’t be able to move, there was nothing like it on Earth. The bellow of machinery moving closer rattled my core.

“Grab the controls, and when I tell you to, push forward and lean to your right out the port.” Rocket commanded.

“I am Groot.”

“Ok.” I affirmed, sliding into the pilot’s seat. It was pretty comfortable but a little small for me. The two handles were straight up, parallel to each other. I grabbed them and they were relatively firm.

One of the screens inside the ship crackled and a scratchy voice came out.

“This is the Bhokan Marauders, do not escape or you will be obliterated.”

“Put ‘em through Groot.” Rocket groaned as the screen changed colour. “We got your key you fuckin’ morons! Flark you!” Rocket howled, finishing with a dastardly laugh. “Shut off the comms Groot.”

“I am Groot.”

“You will return that to us imme-” the person over the radio started, but the screen changed colour again and their voice was cut short.

“Now, pull out now!” Rocket hollered.

I jumped a bit, then pushed on the steering controls, gently forward. I saw the forward engines on the extended rods jump to life, flicking upward as I felt the rear engines sputter on. The ship levitated sharply, and I nearly fell out of the pilot’s seat. The craft began moving forward and I turned the handles to the right so that we hovered out of the port and into space. Immediately the emptiness of it all overwhelmed me and I felt a little sick.

“You got this, just move away from the pirate ship and out into space. Groot can plot a course. Groot, take us to Xandar. My bigger ship is there.”

“I am Groot.” Grood muttered as screens blinked to his command.

“He says the jump point is a klick away.”

“How far is a klick?” I asked.

“Just fly, I’ll tell you when we’re there!”

I was surprised Rocket had more than one ship, but I was too flustered to ask questions. I pressed on the controls as the ship flew through the floating debris from the destroyed smaller pirate vessel. It was like driving a car, except there was up and down as well as left and right. The two extended boosters worked like chariots, helping to steer the ship.

The pirate mothership turned to face us, and suddenly with a shuddering bang a bolt of yellow energy flew right over the ship.

“Shit!” I grimaced, moving Rocket’s craft downwards to avoid it, barely missing the blast.

“You’re good, just keep going!” Rocket said.

Bang, bang, bang. More shots, increasing in number, followed after me as I pushed the controls to their limit. The ship was creaking as it reached maximum speed, but the pirate’s craft was slowly lumbering towards us.

“Groot, are there shields on this thing?” I called out.

“I am Groot.”

“He says they’re already on.”

I didn’t say anything more and continued on, trying to dodge the blasts of energy coming from the enemy ship. A rumbling boom shook the cabin and a red light blinked on.

“Did we get hit?” I asked.

“We’re fine.” Rocket assured. One of the screens to my left showed a wide bar with a picture of the ship on it, with the left engine flashing red. The bar was less than half way full and slowly going down.

I swallowed my fear and continued pushing.

“Ten seconds!” Called Rocket.

Another rumble, the screen flashing again. The bar dropped even lower.

“I am Groot!”

“Shut the flark up, we're gonna make it!”

Boom, *beep beep beep*

The bar was now deep red, and I could feel the ship slowly losing control.

“Rocket?!” I cried.

“Five seconds!”

Boom

“Three! Two!”

In front of us, a yellow spark of energy flashed, and a hexagonal tear in space like the one the pirate ship had come out of. It widened, and I could see an Earth-like planet through the hole. It was like a painting in a museum if it led to another dimension. I looked out to my left and saw another yellow energy blast heading towards the cockpit.

“One!”

We zoomed through the portal, and immediately it closed right before the bolt hit us. It was closed exactly on the blast, which caused an explosion directly behind us, pushing the ship forward a bit.

“Great job kid!” Rocket praised.

I flung myself back and tilted my head in repose, with a hoarse exhale venting all the anxiety and fear. My nerves felt like they were on fire.

“They almost blew us up!” I said in disbelief.

“They didn't, did they?” Rocket remarked.

“I am Groot.”

“So what? The ship’s still flying.”

Rocket sat up, grimacing a little.

“I’m good to fly.”

I nearly fell out of the chair and pushed myself into the little empty area as me and Rocket traded places, with me lying on the floor breathing stiffly.

The screen that had the radio on it buzzed awake again.

“Starsleigh, this is Xandar, do you read?”

“Xandar, this is Starsleigh, permission to land. Sorry for the close jump point, we were in a bit of trouble.” Rocket said, grabbing the controls. They seemed to have regained enough strength to pilot the ship.

“Thank you. Proceed to landing. Your personal hangar is open.” Crackled the voice.

“You have a personal hangar?”

“Yeah I’m kinda a galaxy saving hero around these parts.” Rocket said like it was no big deal.

Within seconds we were descending to the surface of the planet.

The surface of Xandar stretched out below us as we descended, and it was unlike anything I had ever seen. The was a bustling hub of advanced technology and alien culture. Skyscrapers with sleek, curved designs dotted the landscape, their surfaces gleaming with a metallic sheen. Solar panels and plants were flush with the architecture, which was a blend of organic and futuristic elements. As we got closer I saw the buildings were adorned with holographic displays that showcased various advertisements and messages in all sorts of different languages, most of which my universal translator understood. The streets were bustling with all sorts of beings, from humanoid creatures to those with more exotic forms. Some wore elaborate outfits and carried advanced gadgets, while others seemed to be going about their daily lives in simple attire. As we descended to a metal half-cylinder that had to be the hangar, I could see that Xandar was a planet of vibrant colours. The buildings came in various shades of blue, silver, and iridescent hues that seemed to shift with the changing light. The streets were lined with lush greenery and colourful flora, creating a harmonious blend of nature and technology.

Rocket expertly piloted the small ship through the cityscape, weaving between the towering structures until we approached the massive hangar as the two sliding doors on top of it rumbled open. The opened doors revealed an even larger spaceship, gleaming with sophistication. It was flame orange and bird-shaped, with thick wings and silver highlights. It was clear that this was Rocket's primary vessel.

“That’s the Rhapsody, I didn’t bring it on this mission because it’s pretty big.” Rocket boasted. “You can get cleaned up on board, there’s a shower. I can get you a new outfit. You people wear shit like that on Terra?”

By Terra he must be referring to Earth. “Yeah, uh most people aren’t anticipating being abducted by aliens.”

“I know a Terran, exact same thing happened to him.”

I could have inquired further but I didn’t know if Rocket was going to answer or shove it off with a backhanded comment.

We landed smoothly inside the hangar, and Rocket powered down the ship's engines. It settled with a clunk, and the engine sputtered and died as a panel on the ceiling of the cabin beeped and blinked, signalling damage.

“D’ast…” Rocket cursed under their breath as they flicked a few buttons and the shield opened, the full light of the planet Xandar being let in. I blinked my eyes trying to take it in. I had become adjusted to the low light of spaceships and it was like taking sunglasses off at the beach on a sunny day. As I stepped out of the cockpit, I couldn't help but feel like this place was very similar to Earth. The air smelled cleaner though, and the sky was a little bluer, with perfect little clouds dotting the airspace. All sorts of ships were flying up and down, but they looked like little specks to me down on the ground.

With a snap Groot unplugged from the ceiling and his spider legs carried him down to the ground.

“This isn’t freakin’ you out too much?” Rocket said, clutching their side and stretching as they hopped out of the ship.

“This feels like Earth actually, just… greener.”

“Yeah your planet’s a real shithole, surprised you wanna go back.”

I thought a bit about that as I moved around the controls and set my feet on solid ground for the first time in what felt like days.

I looked around the hanger and gained a sense of awe at the surroundings. The hangar itself was a technological marvel, stretching for what looked like half a kilometre, with some of the spots filled with spaceships, no two looking even remotely similar. They were all sorts of colours and shapes. Rocket’s ship which they called the Rhapsody sat close, both it and the smaller ship which I overheard as the Starsleigh on the same square pad. It was as the cool and comforting air surrounded me that for the first time in a while I was able to take in how dirty I really was. I looked like I had crawled through a chimney, and it felt gross both physically and mentally to be dirty in a place like this.

Rocket and Groot walked to the end of the Rhapsody followed by me, where there were two large thrusters. Under them, as Rocket pulled a key fob out from their satchel, was a lowering door that angled itself to the ground, creating a ramp to the inside. The Rhapsody was about the size of a tour bus from the inside. It wasn’t as spacious as a house but felt more like a place to live than the Starsleigh. It smelled a little funny, like alcohol, motor oil, and musk, but it was all very faint. Up at the cockpit I saw a little green tree air freshener that really failed at its job. There were empty bottles piled on one side of the floor, along with what looked like a pizza box, but it was in another language that I couldn’t read. I guess the universal translator only worked for spoken words, nothing written.

The ship’s main hallway had a wall of pipes and various cabinets, with a barrack holding four different guns of all different sizes. On the right wall there were three cots with metal sliding doors covering two of them. The one that was open was stuffed full of different trinkets, like something was being deconstructed. The floor was similar to that of the pirate ship I had been on; metal grate covering pipes and wires. Near the cockpit, far from us, was a door on the left and on the right a flat space where something that looked like a microwave atop a freezer stood. There was a computer on the left wall that had whirred to life as the door opened,

“There’s a shower stall to the left near the cockpit, there’s one inside the hangar I’ll use. There’s some of Peter’s old clothes that’ll probably fit you in there.” Rocket said, pointing to a door as they dropped their satchel on the floor. They must have left the guns inside the Starsleigh.

I didn’t know who Peter was, but I just nodded. “Thank you. I don’t think I ever said that…”

Rocket stopped for a bit as they were walking back down the ramp. “No problem. Groot, make sure they don’t flark up my ship.” They didn’t look back at me as they went out to the main building of the hangar.

“I am Groot.” Said Groot, who climbed on top of the open cot past some tools and sat on the pleather padding.

“Can you understand me?” I asked him.

“I am Groot.”

I didn’t bother pushing further and went to the door Rocket said contained the shower, putting the medgun on the countertop as I walked past it. The door looked like one in an aeroplane’s bathroom, with a little handle that clicked open when I grabbed it. The restroom was dimly lit as the one overhead light buzzed on. There was a metal toilet, a small sink, a tall closet door, and a shower stall that I could fit in comfortably. On the closet door was ‘clothes’ written in English surprisingly enough, on a yellowed piece of masking tape.

Without much hesitation I stripped off my dirty and torn clothes. I scrubbed the grime off my face with my sweater, and turned my pants inside out so I had something to stand on after the shower. I took the metal sticks from my pocket and set them on the edge of the sink, about fifteen of them. There were dark green rag towels on the door to the stall.

Inside the stall, the shower wasn’t as complicated as I was expecting. There was just a knob that had a blue and a red half, with a large head up at the top facing down. There was a bar of green soap on a ledge built into the metal walls. The surfaces of the shower were slightly tarnished and rusty. I stepped inside and turned the knob to the middle of red, and without any delay a barrage of warm and comforting water surrounded me like a blanket. I gasped, I must have forgotten something like this even existed in my short time in space. As the filth flaked off of me, I felt the fear go with it. I felt confident. The slightly stained shower disappeared beneath me as I cleaned myself.

When I was done, I grabbed the green towel and swiftly dried myself, stepping out onto my inside out trousers. I moved forward and opened the large cabinet and saw all sorts of clothes, mostly red and grey and green. I didn’t know how sizing works, so I just started filing through the contents, not entirely sure what to expect. Among the assortment of attire, my eyes fell upon a pale olive green suit with no sleeves. It appeared to be in excellent condition compared to everything else there, smooth and clean.

Next to the suit, I found a grey undershirt. It looked soft and comfortable, a stark contrast to the dirty and torn clothes I had been wearing. I put it on and noticed it was a bit thicker than I expected, with reinforced elbow pads. It was breathable and durable.

I carefully donned the pale green suit jacket, which required me to open a flap like a peacoat and slip inside. It came with leggings attached, and I fit into it like it was made for me. There were a pair of light grey socks that looked fit for a human in a compartment on the floor of the closet, which when put on went up to my knees and gently pressed against my legs on all sides. There were a few pairs of boots but they all looked too small or too big for me, so I just put on my own shoes.

After finishing my look I examined what I had assembled. The olive green colour of my vest suit was sophisticated, and it was double stitched so there was a more comfortable material on the inside. I admired my reflection in the slightly tarnished mirror on the wall, feeling like a completely different person. This wasn't like anything I had worn on Earth before, and even if I ever found anything similar to this it would cost a fortune for the quality. I grabbed the currency bars from the sink and stuffed them into my new pocket before scooping up all my old clothes and opening the restroom door with a click.

When I went outside Groot was exactly where he had been, and Rocket was sitting on a stool eating noodles out of a cup with colourful packaging in blocky alien letters. Rocket was wearing a soft tan undershirt which was topped by a pale blue vest and green cargo pants. They weren’t wearing any boots. Their brown and cream fur had been washed and brushed and appeared much more fluffy, and their tail twitched as if they were thinking.

I found another stool by the wall and I pulled it out to sit.

“I am Groot.”

“I know, I know.” Rocket muttered, forking the noodles which I saw were a watery purple into their mouth.

“You alright?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“So… Thanks for the clothes I guess..?” I said, hesitating.

“That’ll be 200 units.” They stated blankly.

My face widened a little bit in shock, then I dove into my pocket.

“Um, I have this from the ship.” I said, pushing the fistful of bricks at them.

“That was a jo-” Rocket started, but then they stopped and held a paw out to take them. They could barely hold them but they grasped every one and chucked them into a pail which was already full of them.

“So what was that computer chip you stole?” I questioned, looking at the hem on my grey shirt sleeve.

“It’s the key code for a bank.”

“You’re gonna steal from a bank? I thought you were a superhero, or a galaxy saver or whatever you said?”

“I’m not stealing from the bank, I’m stoppin’ someone else from stealing from the bank. There’s a very powerful artefact in this bank, and an old acquaintance of mine wants what’s inside. I don’t know how the Bhokans got it. I remember hearing an old coder friend sayin’ that they hide their shit on Terra cuz nobody goes there. I guess that’s the time they picked you up, about the same time I got an alert from that coder buddy.

“Why would they have wanted me?

“I don’t know, most space pirates don’t go after Terrans if they’re looking to traffic, and you don’t look like you’re worth anything besides.”

I took the benefit of the doubt and assumed they weren’t trying to insult me, but I don’t know if I should have.

“They didn’t take anything from me.” I said. “I didn’t really have anything anyway.”

“I am Groot”

“He says maybe they just wanted to mess with somebody.”

There was a solemn pause.

“You’re not that useless y’know?”

“Yeah?”

Another short pause.

“You ready to go home? Back to that mudball?”

“About that…”

“What does that mean?”

“I am Groot.”

“No, no. I’m not doing that!” Rocket said, grouchily looking away at the wall.

“What’d he say?” I asked Rocket.

Rocket flipped his paw in the air, pushing the subject off.

“I never did get your name.” Rocket said, looking at me finally.

I chuckled, leaning back and looking up at the wonderful mess of pipes and metal and wires above me. It was like a map, different paths and different adventures.

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