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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 9 months

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just to be nearby

Peter Quill x F!Reader

Prompt: "I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

Summary: quill has spent months drunkenly wallowing over gamora, and you’ve been avoiding him the whole time. now, he’s impossible to escape, but you might be just the thing he needs to start to move on.

Warnings: adult content, alcoholism, angst

Word Count: 1,782

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You stirred as you felt the mattress shift beneath you, a second’s confusion clouding your tired mind before you recognized the familiar rhythm of his breathing and the scent of leather and warm spice. Still, your brow furrowed even as your fingers stropped curling around the handle of the blade tucked between the mattress and the wall beside it.

“Quill?”

He hesitated where he loomed over you, and you rolled over, halfway onto your back to crane your neck towards him. It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the lack of light, but you made out the shape of him, a shadow in a darker shade of black than the room around him. His voice came quietly, his words heavy. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“Did you—?” Only the fact that you were still half-asleep stopped you from scoffing incredulously. Still, the darkness kept your volume no higher than a hiss. “It’s the middle of the night and you’ve just broken into my quarters! Of course you woke me!”

“Sorry,” he said again, and you frowned as you noticed the slurring of his words. You inhaled, the all-too-familiar scent of alcohol flooding your nose. “Sorry, I—”

You sighed, running a hand over your eyes. The last few days… you’d thought he’d been improving. After Mantis dropped their familial bomb and after all the crap with Kevin Bacon… he’d seemed like he was starting to ease up with the self-medication over losing Gamora. You’d lost count of how many times you’d watched the others pull him up from where he’d passed out on the floor or slumped over a table and carry him off to his bunk. But you… you’d been keeping your distance.

“You’re drunk, Quill.” you said, and he shook his head, but it wasn’t so much a denial as it was just tired acceptance. “How’d you even get in here?”

You’re barely made out the shrug of one of his shoulders. “Picked it.”

Rolling your eyes, you sat up. You caught hold of his bicep as he swayed unsteadily, threatening to fall of the edge of the bed. “Of course, you did,” you replied dryly. “You can barely stay upright, but you picked my lock, no problem.”

How you hadn’t woken up during the minutes he’d undoubtedly spent fumbling drunkenly at the lock, you had no idea.

“Need a better lock.”

“I’ll make a note of it.”

He chuckled weakly, his voice catching in his throat. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“Quill?”

He sighed, moving to stand up. You found yourself moving instinctively with him despite yourself, catching hold of his wrist as his arm slipped out of your grasp. He stopped, and even in the dark, you could see his face turn back towards yours. You chewed the inside of your lip for a moment before speaking again.

“What are you doing in here?”

You felt his arm turn under your fingers and a shiver ran through you as his hand encircled your own wrist. His skin was warm against yours despite the cool air of your cabin. His grip was light, almost uncertain.

“Quill?”

“You’re avoiding me.”

You hesitated, taken aback. Honestly, you’d thought he’d been so drunk and so stuck on wallowing in that pit he’d built over Gamora that he wouldn’t even notice your absence. Or if he did, he wouldn’t care. You released his arm, but his own hand tightened ever-so-slightly on your wrist.

“You… you’re avoidin’ me,” he said again, and his voice thickened slightly, the beginnings of tears lodged in his throat. “She’s gone and you’re… I’m so sick of being…”

Alone.

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him towards you. Peter’s arms banded around your middle tightly, burying his face in the curve of your neck. A shiver ran up your spine at the warmth of his breath against your shoulder, at the heat of his hand spread against your side.

He lingered in your embrace, sighing shakily against your skin as you reached up to run your finger through his hair. The curls were soft under your touch, and his arms tightened further around you as your fingernails just barely teased against his scalp. His body was so warm, and even the scent of booze couldn’t erase that feeling creeping up inside you.

You swallowed, forcing it down as you slowly pulled away from him again. “I’m sorry, Quill.”

He nodded again, his hands sliding around to briefly hold your waist. “I should…” he cleared his throat as he stood again on shaky legs. “I should go back to—”

“You can stay,” you said before reasonable thought could stop you, and you felt heat rise in your cheeks. “I mean… you can stay here tonight if you want… I kinda don’t trust you to make it back to your quarters without hurting yourself.”

You were such an asshole.

Peter stood still for a moment before he moved to rejoin you, and you shifted backward on the mattress to make room for him. Tugging the blankets back as he removed his boots, you found yourself averting you gaze as he sat beside you, despite there being no reason to. Quill didn’t seem to notice, and he pulled the blankets up over the both of you as he settled down against the pillows.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You smiled softly in the darkness. “S’okay.”

You made move to roll over and face the window, but Peter wrapped his arms around you before you could. He tugged you towards him gently, tucking his face against your hair. He exhaled slowly, and your eyes widened as his hands spread over your back, one between your shoulder blades. You’d only worn a tank top and shorts to bed, and his palm made your bare skin tingle. Your hands curled against his stomach; your face buried in his chest.

Quill’s breathing steadied slowly, becoming deeper with each exhale. The hand resting on the small of your back curled the fabric of your tank top softly, and you swallowed. Still, despite the pounding of your heart against its cage and just how unaccustomed you were to sharing your space so intimately, you found the sound of his own heart and the rise and fall of his chest steadily lulling you to unconsciousness.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured. He said it so quietly you almost thought you could have imagined it, if it wasn’t for the ever-so-slight tightening of his arms around you. You felt his lips brush gently over your forehead with his words, just below your hairline, in what could have just maybe been a kiss.

The briefest brush of his lips against your skin and you felt your heart stutter in your chest. And, without really thinking, you leaned up in his arms and, with a moment’s hesitation… pressed a kiss of your own to his throat.

You felt his adam’s apple bob under your lips before you pulled away. Peter shifted back; his face barely lit by the window behind you as he met your gaze. His eyes were dark in the muted light and they searched yours questioningly. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears; feel your blood throbbing through every part of you. His eyes were magnetic, the lines of his face stark within the shadows. His lips parted as though he might say something else, and your gaze flickered towards them for a moment.

And then, after what felt like a forever hanging between the two of you, ever so slowly, Peter brought his lips down to yours.

He kissed you slowly, searchingly, his lips so soft against yours that his kiss was barely more than a whisper against your lips. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt as your disbelief melted away, his facial hair teasing at your chin. His hand ghosted up along the side of your throat, his fingers sliding gently against the side of your face to curl in your hair. His thumb brushed over your cheek as you separated long enough to breathe, and you shivered.

Quill’s palm was so warm, his chest firm under your own hands. The worn fabric of his shirt bunched under your fingers, riding up just slightly enough to expose the line of his hipbone. His hand left your hair to trail down over your bare arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake before claiming your hip.

His grip urged you even closer to him as he kissed you again, pressing your hips into his. His thigh tucked between your knees, and you whimpered into his mouth. Peter’s hand slipped around to the small of your back, his touch sliding under your shirt to tease the sensitive skin of your lower back.

You took his face in your hands, fingers sliding through his beard. Quill groaned headily in response.

He pulled away to press his forehead against yours, his breathing hard. “Fuck…”

His voice was like a shock of cold water down your spine, and you jerked away from him instinctively.

Peter hesitated, his brow furrowing. His hand returned to your waist, smoothing your tank top back down over your exposed skin.

“We…” you swallowed, forcing yourself to take a shaking breath to steady yourself. Your hands had slipped down to rest on his shoulders, and you grasped his shirt in your hands. “…We shouldn’t… Peter, we can’t do this.”

His eyes closed, and you reached up to touch your hand to his cheek again. Your fingers were shaking slightly.

“We can’t do this when you’re missing someone else.”

“Y/N…”

You shook your head, and you could hear budding, unshed tears in the back of your voice. “I can’t be a stand-in for Gamora, Peter.”

How long had it been since you’d said her name?

He nodded, his face pressed into your palm, and you wiped away a tear with your thumb as it caught the light from the window.

“I’m sorry, Peter.”

He shook his head, swallowing thickly. “No, I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t’ve…”

Quill moved to pull further away from you, to leave the warmth of the bed, and you grabbed his shoulder, urging him back to facing you.

“You don’t have to go, Peter.”

“I should—”

“Please, don’t.”

He hesitated, eyes on yours, before he nodded slowly. You pulled him back into your arms gently, wrapping them around him. His head moved to rest against your chest, and you stroked your fingers through his curls as he banded his arms around your waist. You could feel him shudder softly in your embrace, could feel tears dampen your shirt.

But ever so slowly, the two of you fell asleep.

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chaostheoryy · 11 months

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Peter Quill X Reader Requests (Gender Neutral or Male Reader)

Was scrolling through the Peter Quill X Reader tag and, like many others, I noticed a severe lack of gender neutral or male reader stories. Disappointing reveal but unsurprising nonetheless. While I can’t promise I’ll be able to follow through due to time constraints and health issues (shoutout to inconsistent work schedules for destroying my mental and physical health), I do want to try and write some reader inserts myself.

That being said, here is the formal invitation to send me requests for gender neutral (gn!reader) or male (m!reader) Peter Quill stories. I’m a trans guy myself so I am open to explicit transmasculine ideas as well. The more specific the request, the better. Bonus points if your request has something to do with friends to lovers tropes or first kiss moments. I’m a sucker for those kinds of stories.

#Again I cannot promise I will get any of this done just cause of my schedule and shitty health but I shall certainly try!#I’m such a manwhore for Peter right now #I love him very much #Peter Quill #Peter Quill X Reader #Peter Quill X GN!Reader #Peter Quill X M!Reader #Star-Lord #Star Lord X Reader #Marvel Reader Insert #Marvel Imagine #Star Lord Reader Insert #Peter Quill Reader Insert #Update #Inbox Me

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angelofthenight · 1 year

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Quill, through Adam’s earpiece: Ask them something!

Adam: How are you feeling?

You: Fine.

Quill: Something personal!

Adam: At what age did you first get your period?

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justalittlehoneybee · 1 year

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Why do almost all x reader fics have to be smut?? I just wanna have tea with my comfort character is that too much to ask??

#this is a joke please for the love of fuck don’t take it too seriously <3 #mandalorian x reader #hobbit x reader #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #x reader #fanfics #insert reader #reader #foryoupage #aesthetic #viral #Star Wars x reader #hunger games x reader #lord of the rings x reader #pirates of the Caribbean x reader #Harry Potter x reader #moonknight x reader

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witchofthesouls · 6 months

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Could we possibly get a expansion on this post please? Before we got isekaied, what was our relationship with Sentinel? I’d imagine if we had a newborn and he chased us down it would be something like conjux? It also seems he is very possessive if he launches a whole manhunt, but I guess that could be a normal reaction to seeing a carrier fling themselves out of the balcony.

There's a reason why it's called Fight-or-Flight, and apparently even Cybertronians have it.

One moment you're staring into Sentinel Prime's face, then the next you're falling.

The wind whips, and you can't even see the ground from this high up. The skyscraper is a height beyond what humans were/are/will be (?) capable of as you fall through the hazy smog and see the horizon of metal, gleaming and reflective with rainbow hues.

The movies didn't do the planet justice. None at all.

Something clicks in your new head and body, and you twist over to fall parallel to the building. Hands, large and thick and so unlike your own with unfeeling segmented armored plating, dig into the building. You feel nothing, even as you jerk; feet doing the same, digging hard enough to start a trail of sparks.

You feel rather than see a change in your hands and feet, your body thrums as well, and in the corner of your high definition vision, there's an overlay of your frame with various highlights. Metal screams as you leave jagged scars, and you slowly decelerate enough to land hard on a ledge.

Apparently, Cybertronians do have their own architectural designs, like gargoyles.

And you now sport a set of thick talons on each metal finger and blades at the tip of your nonexistent toes like an assassin or a spy from a movie.

There's no other chance to think what kind of body you're currently inhabiting as your new ears prick and shift over. You can't help but swivel in the very direction, and your vision zooms in. In the distance, a few jets are speeding their way.

A strange wave of calmness settles over you, and, once more, your body just moves without your input.

You move behind the metal guardian, palm flat on the empty wall, and your hand sends out a pulse. A map suddenly appears, confirming no immediate biosignatures. Those newfound talons then thrum and superheats into a harsh white to dig deep into the metal, cutting into it with no resistant, smooth like butter, to make a hole large enough to shimmer through it.

In a strange, hysterical note, you place back the wall piece. Careful to realign it, and the cuts simply disappear as if never made.

Whatever came over you, then leaves, and you sag down. The adrenaline (do these metal people even such a thing?) suddenly bleeds out of your entire frame, plating clicking shut as you press into a corner because what the hell!?

And you have no idea what else to do when the map pulses and flares as a pathway is marked out.

It's a persistent prod, tapping in your mind in various pop-ups that easily flow into it. You have no choice at this point. Either wait for another mecha to find you or follow the map.

You take the second option, hoping to find a way out without tipping off more people.

Terrified as doors slide open to reveal empty hallways of nothing. Not even decor or signage. You realize the blades retracted as you try to keep the noise minimal as you pass by entryways.

If it isn't for the active map and its directions, you would take your chances with the jets rather than stay in these never-ending bland halls of a liminal space. There's no noise but a constant low hum. Not even vaulted cameras, but maybe the security tech is a whole other beast.

The alien version of a Google maps guides you to a fucking wall of all things. You try to walk further, just to have the damn thing blare a huge warning that makes your transferred soul make a mean attempt trying to escape its newest home.

Of course, you back track, feeling up the black expanse of the wall, searching for a clue or a hidden mechanism, trying and failing to trigger that pulsing search.

You give into the frustration and kick the wall, and your damn foot sends out that pulse.

There's a room.

You find that it's easier to access your superheated talons and make quick work in creating a new door.

It's a spacious room with no windows and many weird pod-like structures dotting the area. Dark and empty.

You carefully pick your way, mindful of the automation on the floor as you go to the corner, led by the map and instinct.

There, in an active pod of shimmering bioluminescent lights, is something squirming behind the opaque cover. You have no idea what prompted to poke the sac, but you did.

It disintegrates in a curtain of faerie light.

Whatever vague hope you had about an item for an escape is immediately dashed by the sight of two tiny things inside the space-crib-pod-thing.

The room is a nursery. A space nursery.

They're nothing like the supposed baby robots in the movies. These two are reminiscent of a human infant. Rounded, short limbs with a large torso and head. Their bodies are far simpler than all of the adults, and even their faces lack complex overlapping plates and indentations and crests. Soft. They look so soft and malleable compared to everything on the planet.

Colorless in a dull, matte grey with thick, milky optics. One starts warbling like a bird, blindly reaching out, and you can't help but lean forward as the small face ripples, like a pebble in a lake, it vibrates across their body before shifting back to a pristine state. The other is whistling air, optics shut, audials flicking, and Jesus Christ, that's ridiculously cute!

You crouch down, reaching out to help the other flip over to their belly, and you have no idea what happened because a sharp pain erupts in your chest.

A ghostly hand had reached inside and ripped out all your circuitry to replace the hollow space with molten lava. You're burning from the inside, and you can't escape the scorching heat that grabbed your new heart in an agonizing fist.

You're vaguely aware of slamming into the ground, weighed down, and hands? A lot of hands, but the floor is blessedly cold enough to give a moment of relief.

There's crying, and you're being pried open like a cheap 90s toy, but instead of switching out dying batteries, something gets jacked into you. Your side cramps hard, and you try to roll, but you're being crushed and held. There's a strange sensation of something injected, crawling across your physical frame and flowing into your head. A cascade of pop-ups overtake the warnings across your vision, faster and faster until it pixelates and completely shatters into prismacolor blackout.

You're gone.

_______

Ratchet curses as he forces open a sparking chassis with a travel bar and brute force, rerouting coolant lines and pulling out blackened circuitry as he delves into the burning out spark.

Sentinel relaxes. When that medic swears, it's okay. When he's quiet and focused, then...

The Prime stares at you. Even in forced stasis, there's a grimace on your now visible features. You're young as well. Between mechling and adult with the relatively few overlapping plates of your face.

For a half-starved, near-death Wilder, you're beyond lively.

Sentinel was upstairs to give your last rights. No matter Star Saber's misgivings, it's the proper thing to do, especially those that are Primal-descent.

And what a discovery that was! One of the newsparks with a mark of Prima, found nearby you, weakly crying under the meager protection of rockshade and a tattered cloak. And your glyphs of Vector and another Prime. Unknown or forgotten carved neatly in the high arches of your cheeks.

(He isn't alone now.)

Either you have incredible mods, unique sigma abilities, or no sense of preservation. Perhaps a combination because you managed to escape to get to this hidden NICRU without miminal detection, but collapsed by the combined backlash between your abilities and (re?)claiming the foundlings.

You're an idiot, he thinks fondly because he remembers the makeshift fuel-split directing Energon into the newsparks. A skilled idiot.

Then, he becomes aware of Ratchet's commands to transfer out to a critical care center clashing with High Brow's orders to stabilize and take to stockades.

"No." He cuts firmly, letting Ratchet’s apprentice tap into physically restraining your frame.

An immediate flow of counterpoints met his comms as Sentinel carefully puts the howling foundlings by your side. He knows Ratchet will have words, but the two hiccup down to fretting chirps and whistles.

Those options will take you out of his direct purview, and Sentinel intimately knows that many will directly oppose a Wilder walking free in the city-state. You would disappear quietly and easily, especially if word of your lineage spreads.

Sentinel will kill several steel-flizzers with one detonator.

He produces the visor, cracks fixed, and slots it gently back onto your face. The fewer that know your face, the better.

"This is my Intended." He announces, and Sentinel savors the sudden stillness from everyone before the tsunami of action swept everything away.

He can almost hear the screams of the Council and his own High Protector from the distance.

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itsscromp · 7 months

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Imagine Peter Quill from the Edios game having to deal with a rebellious teenager from Earth who says his references are outdated and dumb-

It came to me in a vision.

Peter Quill/ Star-lord (Eidos) x reader

Oh... My... God anon, I love this to the absolute death, This is the best idea of this month already. This game means a lot to me as it impacted my 2022 in the most positive way possible, Shout out to the star lord actor Jon Mclaren who did amazing with this, If you wanna see him he does Twitch streams too here but for now enjoy the story :D. Word count:854

Being the newest member of the Guardians of the Galaxy was already tough enough, but being from Earth in a new setting was even more daunting for a kid. You were only 8 when you were kidnapped from Earth. Peter found you and took you in when you were 15, You were a bit of a rebellious teenager when you joined as well. Forming a friendship with Rocket as well, causing as much mischief as possible on the ship.

But one thing that kind of irritated you was Peter's constant pop culture references. He never fails to make at least one reference of any movie, game or song he knows.

"We're gonna need a bigger boat." He said as he saw fing fang foom in person.

"Really Pete, jaws ??" You grumbled at him in annoyance.

It went on and on and on, You almost retaliated in every way to try and get him to stop. But today was one of your outbursts.

You were helping rocket build one of his latest machines, Peter managed to walk by and see what you were doing.

"Wow, nice gizmo's you two. I do hope though that it doesn't go back in time to kill me" He smirked.

"Quill ya know I don't get those references of yours." Rocket said annoyingly.

"Yeah, Pete honestly they're outdated and dumb. Keep up with the times." You said without even looking at him.

He looked at you with such shock in his eyes, his references, outdated ?? no no no.

"What, My references are not outdated and dumb, They stand the test of time almost every single day"

"Yeah but doesn't mean you get to do it almost every single day !!!"

He was pretty shocked about your yelling, over something so small.

"Ok ok, I'll cut back on the references alright" He tried to calm you down.

"Yeah sure the last time you promised that it only lasted an hour, Pete just stop it ok !!!" You bolted off to your room and locked the door.

"Great, two moody humies on the ship" Rocket snorted as he went back to work.

Peter was at a loss for words about what he witnessed, You called his references outdated. This caused him to feel a little flat all week, You noticed this as he wasn't as chirpy as he used to be. He was just the strict leader.

Maybe you went a bit too far, so when he was on rotation one night, you got out of your room and went to the cockpit of the ship.

"Hey, Pete..." You softly greeted.

"Hey kiddo, You should be in bed"

"I know, but I wanted to talk to you."

You then went to your seat and turned to him, With an almost worried look on your face.

"What's wrong Pete ??"

He went a little bit quiet, as if almost not choosing to answer you, you turned around and stared out into the cosmos before he finally spoke up again.

"Do you ever consider... That these things may be the only things that remind you of home ??" He said as you turned around.

"These things that remind you of your past life when your lost in an unfamiliar place, where your scared. These reminders make you feel safe and happy... That's why I keep talking about my movies and games and music, That's why I keep referencing them." He said sadly.

You rubbed your face, feeling the guilt of yelling at him climb up on you. You too had things that made you feel happy and safe.

"Pete... I'm sorry"

"It's fine y/n..."

"No, It's not fine. I get where you're coming from. I too feel safe and happy when I think about things that make me happy." You said as tears started to swell in your eyes. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have yelled at you or called your references dumb and outdated. My mind has been going through a lot and I don't know why I took it out on you. Please, Pete... I'm so sorry"

Peter looked at you sadly and stood up from his seat, gently walking over to you and wrapping your arms around you tightly. "It's ok kiddo... I forgive you" He said softly smiling.

The guilt lifted off your chest as you let out a shaky deep sigh. Your best friend forgave you, But you wanted to make it right with him.

"Pete... remember that device I found on Knowhere that had movies on it ??"

"Yeah, why ??"

"Well... I found the robocop movies on there. we have nothing to do tomorrow, wanna watch a marathon ??" You looked up at him, But from the way his smile widened, you felt happy yourself.

"Dead or alive your coming with me" He did his best robocop voice and ruffled your hair. "Of course I'm in"

You giggled as you fixed your hair. After the whole situation, you've grown to love Peter's references. He always knew how to make it... Well him But you wouldn't change peter at all for the entire galaxy. Not one bit.

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the-tomato-patch · 3 months

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Fluffyfebruary - Prompt 1: Snow

Fandom: SW:TOR ( Star War: The Old Republic )

Pairing: GN! Reader x Lord Scourge

Written for: @fluffyfebruary

Tags: Fluff without plot, potential ooc, cloak sharing?

You weren't aware that it snowed on Odesson. Granted it was the first year you were actually spending a proper winter here since joining the Alliance, but to be fair, your duties hadn't required you to give this world much attention. There hadn't been the slightest white dusting in your line of sight since your arrival, and maybe not for years before that either. Who knew. Who could possibly recall the last time it snowed on Odesson— the answer not being you. What with one catastrophe to the next, you couldn't have afforded the time to wonder. And evidently, neither could the Alliance, as the kriffing heat was busted too.

Today heavy clouds carried fat flakes of snow which fell upon the planet and collected where it lay. While Odesson could handle a light sprinkle, the lack of cold weather gear or warm clothes to bundle in left you feeling less prepared to meet it than normal. Like a protective shell, you wrapped your hands inside the excess material of your sleeves around your wrists. You shivered while pulling the collar higher up the sides of your neck and drew the hood over your head in the hope it would trap more heat.

The meager ensemble was the most suitable clothing you could dig out of your closet, though. And it would be some time before you could seek other, more sufficient outfits to get yourself through the rest of the season. Kriff it all, you might be in for an unfortunate, freezing week or three. It's not like you didn't deserve such hardships in the least, but did it have to be so blasted cold?

As you marched from the exterior of the base, your head was down in hopes the additional fabric over your face could block the bitter gusts which swept the open corridor. The icy needles were strong enough to make tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as they stung into your cheeks. Your breath danced out of your mouth and nose in a cloud of white fog.

"Take my cloak." A shadow stepped into your path, startling your gaze to lift, "You're cold."

You gawked, still reeling at his offer, when the dark lord returned your stare. His intense red pupils seemed to search your very soul. That and he'd spoken to you of his own accord— surely a strange day. Perhaps, a trick. No, it has to be. Still, you nodded an acceptance as the Sith stood tall and began to remove the swath of his cloak from his broad shoulders. He was so quick in response, a surprised gasp tumbled out of you when a newfound heat hit your chest in the most delightful way.

The shock of warmth rushed across your body, banishing some of the frost which clung to your bones. You gulped, reminded then how easily Lord Scourge was capable of killing. You knew the former emperor's Wrath had no ill intentions now, but his imposing figure was enough to make a chill run up the length of your spine. "I know the Alliance's current facilities are somewhat subpar—" he drew the edges of his black cloak around your shoulders a little tighter— "but perhaps, we can fix that."

With the air of superiority Scourge typically held, and the dark power of a Sith always laced in his veins, it had taken a moment to understand just how Lord Scourge wasn't completely immune to the harsh winds himself. Now, without his cloak, the Sith wore the thin, yet heavy weight, of his armor. In all the time you'd known Lord Scourge, he appeared unperturbed by many things and never acknowledged such discomforts or weaknesses. Had he merely pushed them aside? Or was the fact that this is something which couldn't be avoided making the thought all the more urgent in your mind.

Either way, the fact that he'd seen the cold rattle you so easily and had willingly removed the protective cover he could've kept over his own body, left you grateful.

You did the best you could not to take notice of his unusual softness. Though you had come to be familiar with this side of him as well since befriending him, the smallest parts of him were always easier to pick up on than others. Maybe that's why he doesn't share his kindnesses and generous moods so openly. Everyone's got to start somewhere, and it could prove awkward and clumsy if he went about it in full. As awkward and clumsy as he once made his introductions, for sure. And he already felt uncomfortable at times. But how lovely and endearing it was to learn a part of his heart you never thought would reveal itself.

"Thank you, Scourge," you said with an appreciative smile in place.

The glum attitude had suddenly shed itself, leaving a newfound appreciation in its place. You swallowed another cold shudder and hoped the deep hood of his cloak would do its job and hide some of your blushing.

It may or may not. It couldn't be avoided— not the affection.

"It is nothing," the Sith uttered with a curt bow of his head.

You barely managed to follow his step, Scourge didn't slow his stride and even quickened it. Once you had fallen into stride, it didn't take long for your gait to catch up with his, though the angle of his pace took you somewhere else entirely, forcing you to study the length of his arm. You ran a slow eye along his sinewed, nearly perfect build. When a pang of self-consciousness seized your confidence, you lifted the line of your sights and struggled to be free of the temptation to gaze his way.

Then Scourge would pass a subtle glance at you. It must have been the lingering shivers from the cold because every time you glanced his way, it was like lightning shooting straight up the length of your spine.

Stars. Stop it, he's only offering you a cloak.

Scourge looked back again to offer you a curious eye. His attention shifted your way, and when he opened his mouth to speak, a ping on his holocomm went off.

You never got the chance to discover his intentions, or even why he was interested to ask, the ring of his holocomm brought all those answers to a crashing halt. With a displeased hum, Scourge took the time to answer, turning a way for privacy. When the holo communication finally ended, a fresh sigh had the Sith returning his gaze to you, but when the inevitable happened, Scourge's footsteps also came to a standstill.

"I'm needed. You would do best to hurry and remain indoors," the Sith stated. He tilted his head as the contemplation of words danced behind his eyes. But they remained unsaid. You reached around to take the cloak from your shoulders, but his hand paused your efforts to return it. "Do not forget to hold onto my cloak," Scourge muttered.

The sith stepped aside to create a wider gap between the two of you. His ruby eyes latched onto your person. Scourge gave you an amiable, comforting nod. You smiled a faint grin in kind. "Keep warm."

"You, too," you muttered. Scourge bowed his head and turned, striding away.

#lord scourge x oc #lord scourge x reader #lord scourge x y/n #lord scourge x you #ive been wanting to do a y/n self insert series for some time but have never known what to write or who to do it for. and who better than #the angry tomato who could always use more content #embrace the cringe #swtor #star wars the old republic #fluffyfebruary #fluff february #fluff fanfiction #swtor fanfiction #second person pov #tomato-patch drabble #lord scourge

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Losing You \\ Peter Quill x Reader

Summary: Reader is Quill's ex. Said reader goes after another, abusive ex, and gets hurt badly.

^ gif is not mine, I got it off of google.

Warnings: mentions of death, attempted murder, abuse, blood, mild language. Angst. Also fluffy ending.

A/N: I wrote this for a challenge that @make-me-imagine started and used two of the provided prompts, highlighted in bold. Hope you like it!

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Peter had only actually been scared a few times in his life. Once was the last time he saw his dying mother. And when he got abducted.

It was safe to say, now was one of those times.

You'd gone out on your own, risking your life to finish a job that no one else could. It had to do with your Ex. Hell, the entire situation about to unfold had to do with your exes.

You weren't a murderer. But this man had to be stopped before he did those unimaginable things to anyone else. He'd beat you. Tortured you. Threatened you. And you stayed for it? There must've been something wrong with your head.

Fear.

You stayed because of fear.

You mentally beat yourself up for not staying with Peter. Sure, he was arrogant and a bit greedy, but that was 26 years of the Ravagers coming through. Yet, underneath all of that was a heart of gold. A man who protected you at all costs. You wished he was here right now, to hold you, tell you he loved you.

Because he still did.

And you were sure you did too.

Covered in blood and bruises, you slumped down in the alleyway. You hadn't killed your ex. You couldn't bring yourself to do it, and that came with consequences. Your ears began ringing and vision blurred, yet you could tell someone was crouched next to you. Faintly through the persistent static ringing, you heard a voice calling your name. A familiar voice. It wasn't long before two arms clad in red leather wrapped around you, a hand cradling the back of your head. You felt a sense of safety, and succumbed to darkness.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me. God knows I still love you y/n."

Your eyes felt heavy as you struggled to open them. You were laying on something soft. Odd, since the last thing you remembered was being in an alleyway. Then the voice. You replayed the words that had just been spoken to you and realized who that voice was.

Jolting awake, the first person you saw was your other, definitely much sweeter ex, Peter Quill. Then you realized what had happened. By chance, he'd found you and carried you back to his ship. Looking around, you recognized his room.

"Oh, um....hi. I'm glad you're awake." He said, as if he hasn't just confessed he still loved you. Had you just imagined that?

You tried to say something, but the weight of all your mistakes -leaving Peter, going after your other ex- came crashing down on you, and you burst into tears. Within seconds he had moved towards you, wrapping you in the same embrace as earlier.

"Shhh, baby. I'm not gonna let anyone else hurt you." He whispered, hand rubbing circles on your back.

You hadn't imagined it.

Pulling back to look at his face, you saw his terrified look, realizing what he'd just said.

But he hadn't finished the thought when your lips found his. He didn't hesitate at the sudden kiss, instead he pulled you in closer. You broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his.

"Peter, how did you find me?" You asked, mind racing back to that night. You'd just been thinking of him.

"I don't know- I just, walked by and, saw you there."

"I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you."

"What?"

"Before, I was thinking of how stupid I was, leaving you. And then you were there..."

He didn't say anything, instead, pulling you closer. You realized that he'd cleaned your wounds and dressed the larger ones. Another reason you shouldn't have left him.

"Join the Guardians again, y/n. Come with me."

You didn't even have to think.

"Yes. God yes."

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Ok so this one is very dark and angsty.

Not what I expected.

#peter quill #star lord #Peter quill x reader #star lord x reader #marvel mcu #Guardians of the galaxy #Reader insert #peter quill x y/n #Star lord x y/n #writing challenge #Meraswritingchallenge #anniversary event

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 1 year

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you look good in leather

Peter Quill x F!Reader

Prompt: “I’m sorry, but it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like that.”

Summary: on the way to xandar to face off with ronan the accuser, quill walks in on you changing into a ravager uniform and just has to show you how much he approves of the look.

Warnings: smut, hints of exhibitionism, vaginal sex.

Word Count: 1,613

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Propping your foot up on the crate in front of you, you fastened your boot closed before straightening. Exhaling a nervous breath, you reached up to run your fingers through your hair, you pulled it back to tie it away from your face. You heard the metal floors creak behind you, and you spoke without turning around. “Do I even want to know why the Ravagers had a uniform in my size? I’m not seeing a big female population on board.”

“You and Gamora would be the first on this ship,” Quill replied. You turned to face him, smoothing your hands down over the leather encasing your hips. “And you look a hell of a lot better in it than Kraglin does.”

“High praise,” you said, tugging on your hair to tighten the band holding it in place. “Actually, come to think of it, why the hell do you have a uniform here to fit Rocket? Dude’s a raccoon, for flark’s sake.”

Peter didn’t reply, his head tilted slightly to the side. You noticed his gaze fall lower, travelling slowly, pointedly over your curves. You rolled your eyes despite the immediate bloom of warmth you felt spread through you.

Raising a hand, you clicked your fingers in front of his face. “Hello? You in there, Space Cadet?”

Quill blinked, dragging his gaze back up to meet yours. A teasing, flirtatious smirk curled his lips. “I’m sorry. But it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like that.”

“Seriously?” you asked disbelievingly, glancing down at yourself. It was more form fitting that your usual t-shirt and jeans ensemble, but you hadn’t really thought anything of it. “Yondu just threatened to kill you and we’re about to go up against an interplanetary warlord, and you’re still thinking about sex?”

Quill shrugged, a self-deprecating smirk blooming on his lips. He closed the distance between the two of you slowly, taking ahold of your hips. “Guess I’ve got a one-track mind.”

You rolled your eyes at him, your own smile breaking over your features despite yourself as his hands slipped around to smooth over your backside. He pulled you closer, your hips bumping against his. Your hands moved automatically upward, and you rested them lightly on his shoulders. “Peter. Bigger issues.”

“We got time,” he replied, pressing his hips into yours teasingly. You could feel him harden against your thigh, and his hands squeezed your ass possessively. “Might as well use it creatively.”

“Funny how all your ‘creativity’ seems to result in nudity on my part,” you said snidely, sliding your hands up to wrap your arms around his neck loosely. “You might need to find a new schtick.”

“I thought you liked my ‘schtick’.”

“Ugh, Quill!” you scoffed at the lazily double entendre, shoving him away from you. Peter laughed, catching you around the waist and pulling you back against him. Your back met his chest, and your breath caught as you felt him press a hungry, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your throat. A taunting mix of tongue and the blunt graze of his teeth against your skin, it made a shiver roll up the small of your back, as did the way his hand travelled up your stomach to squeeze your breast through the supple leather of your outfit. “Peter…”

“Shhh…” he whispered; his breath hot against your flesh. His hand moved slowly, teasingly, sliding the zipper at the front of your suit down and slipping into your bra to clutch at your breast. “You’re gonna spoil the mood.”

“Asshole,” you bit back a moan as he pinched your nipple, turning your head to capture his mouth in a kiss. Quill returned it hungrily, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into it despite your indignation as his other hand moved lower, cupping your cunt roughly through your clothes. The inelegance, the demand in his touch thrilled you despite your objections, and you felt heat rise in your chest as he led your hips back to grind against him. Quill groaned into the kiss as you bit his lip, his grip tightening on your breast for a moment.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“And you’re still an asshole,” you retorted, and he snickered as you turned in his arms to face him again. Quill recaptured your lips, his hands taking hold of your waist. His mouth moved along your cheek to your jaw and down to the side of your throat, sucking a bruise into the sensitive skin over your pulse point.

He lingered there until your breath caught, then trailed his lips higher, catching them teasingly on your earlobe before speaking in your ear. You felt yourself shudder as his hand walked slowly up your torso to your zipper. Quill tugged it down at a glacial pace, his voice warm and gruff. “So, let me make it up to you then.”

Your hesitation lingered only until you felt his hand slide into your suit and over your stomach to curve against your ribs. “Fuck it. You have ten minutes.”

Quill laughed, unzipping your suit the rest of the way and shoving the sleeves of it down your arms. You echoed him, the sound catching in your throat as he shot you a cocky wink, turned you around, and bent you over the crates behind you. He smoothed a hand up the back of your thigh, and you shrugged off the sleeves of your suit. He tugged the whole thing down around your thighs as soon as your arms were free, heedless of the awkward way the leather hung around your legs.

Your chest met the storage crates as he bent you over further, his hand sliding between your legs. You moaned, and he pushed your underwear to the side.

“You know what one of the hottest things about you is?” he muttered, teasing his fingers along your cunt to circle your clit. You whined through gritted teeth, eyes closed. The heard the dull sound of his zipper being lowered. “The more you pretend to you’re not into it, the wetter you are.”

“God, you’re a dick—” you broke off with a drawn-out moan as Quill pressed his cock into you, his hand clutching at the swell of your ass as he filled you. “Fuck, Peter…”

His hand tightened painfully on your flesh as he withdrew and thrust into you again, hard enough to make the crates beneath you shake. You grunted as he did, bracing yourself on your elbows and shoving loose hair out of your eyes where it had come loose.

Quill didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate… apparently taking your time frame to heart. He fucked you hard, his fingers bruising your hips as he pulled them back to meet his thrusts. Your breath left you in a short, sharp moan each time he thrust into you, and he teased his hand over the side of your ass in approval, massaging the flesh of it.

His hand moved higher, a shiver following it up your back. You grinned, teeth digging into your bottom lip, as he wrapped your hair around his hand and jerked your head back. It forced your back to arch, and he pushed deeper into you. You moaned, eyes rolling back. When you reached back to grab at his hip, he took hold of your arms, pulling them back behind you. Your chest met the crate inelegantly, your cheek pressed against it, as he trapped your wrists against the small of your back.

“Ass—hole—”

“You’re so hot when you talk dirty, baby.” he laughed, his voice tight with arousal.

“Go fuck yourself, Quill.”

“Right after I’m finished with you,” he replied easily. “God, you’re mean to me.”

“You… you love it.”

“I do,” Quill said with a groan. He released your wrists, hands returning to your hips. He guided you into pushing back into him, and you braced yourself on your hands, fingers tightening painfully on the edge of the crate. “Do it more.”

You choked on a laugh, arms shaking as Quill’s hand snaked around between your legs and found your clit. “You’re running out of time, Star Lord.” your voice broke in a whimper as he circled it roughly, pinching it between his fingers. “Tick-tock.”

“Oh, now you’re asking for it,” he almost growled the words, and you jerked under his touch as his other hand pressed against the small of your back, pinning you in place against the crate. Unable to move your hips aways from his fingers, from his cock, you felt the stimulation all of a sudden too much, and you cursed as you came, drawing out his name in an almost pornographic moan.

Quill’s thrusts had become almost desperate at the sound of his self-imposed moniker, and he groaned as you tightened around him, pulling out of you just before his own orgasm hit. You could feel yourself twitch as he smoothed a hand up your thigh, and you exhaled as you straightened cleaning yourself up before pulling your suit back up and shrugging it up onto your arms.

You turned to face Quill as he tucked himself back into his pants, and your eyes widened. You smacked him hard in the chest. “You left the door open?!”

“Ow!” he flinched away from you childishly, and you smacked him again.

“Private moments, Peter! Private.”

“I didn’t want to waste any of time!” he argued defensively, but you saw the corner of his lips twitch upward in a smirk.

“You suck, Peter.”

“Maybe later,” he joked back. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve got a lot going on right now. Honestly, your priorities—”

“I will hit you again.”

“Noted.”

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Almost Lost You

Fem!Star Lord x Male Reader

It was a mission gone south. The forces had overwhelmed the Guardians. if it wasn’t for the fast thinking of Rocket and Lylla, then all would’ve been lost. Groot piloted the Bowie around for a quick evacuation. You and Penni Quill were working cover fire to get the rest of the team back to the ship safely.

Then came the shot, one aimed directly for your Star Lady. A direct hit that would’ve pierced her heart. You dove in front of the blast, shielding your girl.

“Penni!” you cried out as you tackled her, the blast searing your suit and flesh. You screamed in anguish as you hit the ground.

“No! No! No!!” Penni screamed, seeing you lying on the ground in a near death state. She unleashed a barrage of blasts at the enemy as Groot ran out and picked you up, the tree being wasn’t about to lose the closest figure he had to a father. Penni continued firing into the ever building smoke, anything to get back at whoever shot her lover.

“Quill?!” Rocket called out, “Penni come on!!!”

Lylla pulled at her captain, “Quill, Y/N is no good if you die!”

Quill retreated aboard the Bowie as Nebula piloted the ship into deep space.

Groot lays you down on the medic bay bed, your heart beat measuring extremely low. Drax preps a couple blankets.

“Don’t you dare leave me” Quill practically orders you as she preps a medi-pad. Mantis works fast, easing your barely registering brain into a sense of ease. She tries to fight back her own tears.

“Please baby, I need you” Quill cries as she hits the button on the medi-pad. It jolts you. Your breathing evens out and yet you remain asleep.

“Y/N? Baby?!” Quill tries to keep herself from screaming.

“He’s stable” Rocket reassures her. Lylla puts a gentle otter paw on Star Lady.

“His mind is okay” Mantis offers a gentle smile.

“I’m glad I didn’t have to give him my people’s burial rights” Drax mentions, “although fire is quite cleansing”

“Thanks Drax, I think” Penni gives the grey and red warrior a pat on the back.

“I am Groot” Groot says as he picks you up and takes you to yours and Penni’s room.

“Groot’s right. He needs to rest” Nebula mutters, actually happy that you were okay. You kept Penni more calm and level headed.

You wake up in your bed, Penni clinging tightly to you. Your mind wanders as to how you ended up back on the ship. You turn to your lady, her sleeping eyes telling of all her worry and anguish. The slight mascara she wore, having run down her face due to her own tears.

You pull her close and kiss her forehead, Penni stirs at the feeling of your touch.

“Penni? Baby?” you weakly whisper to her. Your Star Lady looks immediately to you.

She immediately pulls you into a desperate kiss, clinging to you for dear life. She pulls back, staring into your eyes, just hoping that this isn’t a dream. Penni then smacks you in the arm.

“uh ow!” you say a little sarcastically. “why?”

“you idiot! you could’ve died!” Penni argues. “I’m nothing without you”

“well i’m nothing without you” you counter. “what’s Goose without Maverick?”

“well what’s Baby without Johnny Castle?”

You smirk, gently combing your fingers through her beach blonde locks, “You calling me sexy?”

“so what if I am?” Penni bats her eyes at you, “just kiss me already”

You gently take ahold of Penni’s chin and pull her into a kiss, she wraps her arms around your neck, deepening the kiss.

You and Penni stayed in your quarters all the way back to Knowhere. The team was so excited to see you back on your feet.

Penni almost lost you that day, but you’d never leave her. She was your Star Lady and you were her man. The man she could always count on to listen to her awesome mix with, the one who would protect her and comfort her. Good thing love is a two way street.

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angelofthenight · 5 months

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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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hrefna-the-raven · 1 year

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Knowhere

Masterlist

Words: 848

Summary: The Guardians of the Galaxy search for spare parts on Knowhere to fix the Milano, when a series of weird events unfolds and Peter meets someone else from Earth.

The Guardians of the Galaxy were on a stroll through the bustling streets of Knowhere when they suddenly saw a pair of grumpy looking Ravagers strolling towards them. Peter, or rather Star-Lord as he proudly proclaimed, was leading the group in search for Cosmo. One of the Ravagers, a big brutish looking fellow with a shriveled face and a long strain of black hair at the top of his scarred skull, shoved Peter to the side, making everyone stop in their tracks.

"Ey earthling, are you the Star Born?", the Ravager grumbled, his eyes fixed on Peter's face as he snarled.

Peter was taken aback by the question, his pride scratched at the thought of one of Yondu's man miscalling him, Yondu's former favourite, but he quickly regained his composure. He had been a part of the Ravagers for many years, and it would come in handy, knowing how to handle tricky situations with morons like this. With a flick of his wrist, he pushed the Ravager's hand away and straightened his deep red leather jacket.

"Star Lord!", he huffed, "I thought you guys would at least know my name!"

“The boss told us it's a woman, you idiot!”, the other Ravager yelled and signaled his companion to move along, both of them trotting away, their heads hung low in annoyance.

The Guardians of the Galaxy were left standing there, looking at each other in confused amusement. Gamora was the first to speak up.

"What just happened? How could they mistake you, oh great Star Lord, for someone else?", she giggled mockingly.

Peter shrugged his shoulders, rolling his eyes. He knew she was just teasing him but a small part of him deep down still felt hurt.

"I have no idea. Maybe he's been living under a rock or something." Rocket interjected, "I wouldn't be surprised if they were all living under a rock. These Ravagers don't seem to know much about anything. I mean look at Quill", he guffawed, not even trying to hide his amusement at the sight Peter's grievously offended expression.

"Perhaps they were testing their knowledge of the names of the Guardians of the Galaxy.", Drax chimed in, “it is always remarkable to test your skills and knowledge alike as a warrior.”

Peter rolled his eyes.

"Testing their knowledge? Really Drax? Besides, everyone should know I'm the Star Lord. Guys we saved this galaxy, why does know one remember our names?”, he threw his arms up, looking at the others.

“I am Groot”, the tree spoke, glancing at Rocket.

“Groot says “talk for yourself, everyone knows my name”, the racoon crossed his arms, winking.

“I bet that is not what Groot said!”, Peter almost yelled, wondering how that little trash panda always managed his way crawling under his skin as soon as he opened his trap.

The group laughed as they continued their journey through Knowhere, leaving the Ravagers behind them. But as they walked, Peter couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he had answered differently. Who was this Star Born that the Ravager was talking about, and why was he mistaken for him? Could it truly be someone else from earth. And they mentioned a...woman. Peter shuddered at the thought that a possibly good looking woman from earth might be walking around on the same spot in the endless universe as him in this very moment. He didn't know anything about her, not even if she's even real but he would definitely try and find her, and may it only to find someone who'd finally understand his references.

“Pyotr Quill, also named Star Lord,” a rough voice with a heavy Russian accent popped up in his mind as a golden retriever in an old Soviet spacesuit ran towards them, “Cosmo heard Star Lord thinking to Continuum Cortex”, he panted, wiggling his tail happily, “and Cosmo heard pesky raccoon's thought about broken ship.”

“Hey Cosmo, yeah sorry we jus-”

“No need to speak Pyotr Quill, Cosmo can read mind. Follow Cosmo, he knows where you can get spare parts for ship”, the dog interrupted Peter, turning around and ran off down the street.

Quill had seen his fair share of weird things in the galaxy, but a telepathically talking dog from the Soviet Union that could read minds was something else entirely. Despite coming from the same planet, the dog had little understanding of Peter's references but he liked him anyway. The friendly mutt spread warm feeling of home and kindled fond memories of his childhood, a rare occurrence here far out in the depths of space. Without any hesitation, Cosmo led them to a shabby metal hut three blocks away, well hidden behind one of the last corners of an empty street. The Guardians followed the talking dog, trying to keep up with his fast pace.

"Tell mechanic that Cosmo sent you and don't break anything.", the dog gnarled at Peter before disappearing around the next corner.

But as they entered the hut, they were greeted by the sight of dozens of machines whirring and buzzing away while some oddly familiar yet unknown tunes echoed from what looked suspiciously like an old earth radio.

Chapter 2

#guardians of the galaxy #gotg #peter quill #star lord #peter quill x reader #star lord x reader #x reader #reader insert #female reader #cosmo the space dog #cosmo #gamora #rocket raccoon #drax the destroyer #groot #knowhere #possible slow burn #peter meets someone else from earth #star born

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mayhemories · 1 year

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hey, I see you lurking in the avatar fanfic space… does that mean you write avatar fics now?! Please say yes it’s been so long I’m desperate for a crumb of your writing! Can you do an updated list of what fandoms you write for?

Hello!

Yes I have been lurking around in the avatar fic hashtags!! Didn’t realise anyone would notice lmao 😭 James Cameron’s blue cat monkeys have me in an absolute CHOKEHOLD!

Didn’t consider writing for avatar but if people have fic requests I would LOVE TO! It’s been so long since I’ve written anything for fun ❤️

Fandoms I Write for:

• Throne of Glass

• A Court of Thorns and Roses

• Star Wars

• Witcher

• Dune

• Avatar

• Game of Thrones & House of the Dragon

• Lord of the Rings

• Shadow and Bone

What I write:

• Fluff

• Smut (within reason you sick freaks)

• Angst

• Head Cannons (hate doing them though, will only do a head cannon when specifically asked)

• One-shots

• Multi-Chapter fics

• Reader inserts or Cannon Characters (no OCs)

I’m on holiday right now so if you have a request and it strikes my fancy I’ll write it. I am on a massive Avatar kick rn so I will prioritise them ❤️

#throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #avatar #jake sully x reader #neteyam x reader #game of thrones #house of the dragon #lord of the rings #star wars #reader insert #Witcher #witcher fanfic

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itsscromp · 5 months

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Rocket and Peter with a reader who's super into loud punk and metal music? I can imagine Peter jamming with it if it's 80s music

Jam time

Ahh yes, the glue that holds the movies and the family together. Mother flarking music. Honestly, some of the songs from the tape of Vol 3 should've made it to my Spotify wrapped but anyway >D

Peter and Rocket always saw you around the ship during your downtime with earbuds in and a device that you call an iPhone ??

But whatever you were listening to, it sounded pretty good to you when you started humming along with it.

"Maybe it could be David Bowie??" Peter guessed ??

"Or maybe that one direction some humies talk about" Rocket snorted at the thought of it.

So one day, when you were out on a mission, you happened to accidentally leave your phone behind. You always take it with you on missions.

Maybe just this once they both thought.

So they opened your phone and found your music playlist, the most recently listened to song was called Kickstart My Heart by Mötley Crüe.

"You ever heard of them Pete ??"

"Never heard of them in my life"

He plugged in his earbuds and shared one with Rocket, beginning the song... Holy flark that's a sick rift.

The two continued to listen to the song until a familiar voice was heard.

"What are you two doing ?? Why do you have my phone ??"

They scrambled to put it away and tried to deny it ever happened, but you could hear the song loud and clear.

You then grabbed your phone and pulled out a portable speaker, plugging your phone in and the song came to life again.

"You like Mötley Crüe ??" You smiled listening to the song.

"First song we ever listened to, they ain't too bad." Rocket said.

"What other ones do you have ??" Peter asked you.

You had whole kinds of music from the 80's consisting of heavy metal or rock, like Guns n Roses, AC/DC, INXS and more.

The three of you would jam out late into the night just badly singing the songs as they went, but you were in your own world, just happy to be with your friends.

Rocket's personal favourite from your playlist would be Don't Change by INXS. it just resonates with him well.

Peter's would be thunderstruck, it gets him hyped up before any mission he goes on.

Peter always claims that music is the reason the guardians stay together, and honestly he might not be wrong, cause when the three of you do your jam sessions. It's like a whole living experience for you guys, just being together in each other's company.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

#platonic #reader insert #rocket raccoon #peter quill #rocket imagine #rocket gotg #rocket raccoon headcanon #peter quill imagine #peter quill headcanon #star lord #star lord imagine #star lord headcanon

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 9 months

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Dusk of Heroes

AN: I hope you're enjoying the fic so far. Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated! The warnings for this chapter are mentions of manipulation, fighting, violence, and death.

If you would like to be tagged in this fic, please let me know by leaving a comment on the fic or by sending me an ask. The mood board was made by me on Canva with images that I found on Google; credits to the original owners of the images.

Catch up with chapter 1 here, chapter 2 here, and chapter 3 here!

Chapter 4

It would be an understatement to say that Obi-Wan Kenobi was not happy with recent events. In fact, he was nearly seething with anger and frustration. He and his former Master, Qui-Gon Jinn had been so close to neutralising Maul, the Sith Lord that three years ago had nearly killed the only father figure that Obi-Wan had ever known, when a gigantic wave had thoroughly doused him and Qui-Gon.

Obi-Wan had no doubt that the wave would have been much more destructive if Qui-Gon hadn’t reacted as fast as he did and cocooned him and Obi-Wan in the Force. Grudgingly Obi-Wan admitted that they were lucky that they were only doused with water and their lightsabers weren’t working.

Then they had noticed that Maul had escaped during the chaos. The dark side reacted immediately to their emotions and amplified them. Obi-Wan was certain that there had been another person on the bridge with him and Qui-Gon; he’d spent enough time on Earth to know that waves that large didn’t typically appear without any warning. And since there hadn’t been any warning, Obi-Wan concluded that there had been another person on the bridge with them with the ability to manipulate the water.

This other person had to have felt Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon’s fury pressing down on them. It wouldn’t have mattered whether the stranger was Force sensitive or not. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had just finished a telepathic conversation when they had turned around and Obi-Wan had once again sensed another presence on the bridge with them.

“We were so close to finding out the stranger’s identity! But due to Fett’s appearance and Iron Man allying himself with the bounty hunter that didn’t happen. Instead the ground cracked beneath us and we fell into the river. I suppose I should be grateful that the Force slowed our fall.” Obi-Wan gnashed his teeth in frustration and disappointment spread through him as he continued on his path to a meeting with some American government officials.

In no time at all, Obi-Wan arrived at the meeting room. Disinterestedly, he flicked his hand and the Force obeyed his silent command. The door swung open and Obi-Wan allowed a glimmer of amusement to show on his face when he noticed the uneasy expressions on some of the officials’ faces at his display of power.

“Am I interrupting?” Obi-Wan asked smoothly.

“Not at all, Master Jedi.” General Ross replied, “We would welcome your insights.”

A smile appeared on Obi-Wan’s face and he knew it didn’t reach his eyes. To the people that didn’t know Obi-Wan, they would believe that the smile was one of politeness. However, to the people that knew Obi-Wan well, like Qui-Gon, they would have seen the mocking edge to the smile.

Originally, it hadn’t been the plan for Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to not reveal that they were no longer associated with the Jedi and were now following a different path but none of the government officials had actually asked them if they were Jedi Masters. The officials had simply assumed that they were Jedi and continued to refer to them as such.

Obi-Wan nodded in thanks when another General gestured to an open seat next to her. Just because Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were now following the path of the Sith, that didn’t mean that he neglected his manners.

He noticed her fixed gaze on him and with a bit of probing with the Force, he felt her attraction to him. Obi-Wan eyed her for a long moment contemplatively before gazing at the pictures of the Avengers scattered on the table. He recognised Iron Man, Captain America, Hawkeye, Black Widow, Spider-Man, and Thor. A picture of an unfamiliar person caught his eye.

Obi-Wan leant across the table and tapped the picture, “Who is this?” He demanded.

“That is (Name) (Surname),” General Ross replied. “She is also known as the Weather Witch and--.”

Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed and he sat back down in his chair, pulling the photo with him. Now he knew who he and Qui-Gon had sensed on the bridge, “That information would have been helpful to know prior to this meeting, General,” Obi-Wan bit out coolly.

General Ross glared back at him, “The agreement was that you would be working alongside officials who know the Avengers and assisting them in capturing the fugitive Avengers. Did you encounter her?”

Obi-Wan disregarded the general’s question and stood up. He held up a finger, “Here’s a piece of advice for free,” Obi-Wan’s tone was amicable but his words were not, “and it applies to everyone present. In. This. Room.” He enunciated the last three words carefully.

“If you want someone’s help, you supply them with all the information not dribs and drabs.”

“And what about you?” Ross thundered, slamming his palms onto the table with a thud that echoed around the room. “You have not revealed anything about your abilities or life as a Jedi! Are we supposed to accept that you know better and blindly follow your leadership?”

“You called us,” Obi-Wan reminded the irate man as he absorbed some of Ross’ anger. Obi-Wan ensured that his hand remained on the photo of you as he called upon the Force again and a distorted scene appeared in Obi-Wan’s mind. The former Jedi used the absorbed anger to sharpen the scene in order to view it. After viewing the scene that the Force showed him, Obi-Wan blinked and stared at the still furious general. The other guests’ eyes were darting between Obi-Wan and General Ross. Obi-Wan could sense amusement, anticipation, curiosity, longing, and strangely boredom emanating from the assembled officials.

“Thank you for your time,” Obi-Wan said and without looking behind him, Obi-Wan swept out of the room.

“Did you learn anything interesting from the meeting Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon’s voice sounded in his head.

Throughout his apprenticeship, Obi-Wan had become accustomed to hearing Qui-Gon’s voice in his head and it had served them well during their missions together. Prior to leaving the Jedi and following his Trials, Yoda had explained to them that due to the emotions and messages as well as the age of the bond, the two men would still be able to communicate telepathically.

Obi-Wan focused on his memories of what he had learnt during the meeting. If his former Master noticed his reaction to the female general in the meeting, Qui-Gon didn’t mention it. Instead, as Obi-Wan expected, Qui-Gon focused on the reveal of information about the Weather Witch. Qui-Gon made no comment as he continued to watch the memories of the meeting.

“If we are to remain in the good graces of our hosts, I suggest that we find this Weather Witch as soon as possible. Preferably before Darth Maul is able to locate her and begin the repayment of his debt.” Qui-Gon stated.

“I agree,” Obi-Wan replied as he ran a hand over his beard.

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