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elisaphoenix13 · 1 year

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Midnight Tour

No matter how tired Quill was because of work, he always woke up whenever Scott rolled out of bed in the middle of the night. Maybe a part of him was still concerned that the other man had a nightmare about his time in captivity, but those had become rarer and rarer, and he was normally just getting up to go to the bathroom. Tonight was like any other night. Scott rolled out of bed, Quill woke briefly as the bed shifted, and then he rolled over and went back to sleep when he realized the disturbance was only his husband.

Even Flynn and Emir were unperturbed by their nightly bathroom breaks so they continued to sleep.

But then Quill was woken again, and before he could figure out what had disturbed him, he noticed that Scott's side of the bed was still empty. Not that weird. Emir might have attempted to find a new comfortable spot at the foot of the bed. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed that Cassie stood next to his side of the bed.

"Wha's wrong?" Quill slurs tiredly. "Can't sleep?"

"I think Dad is sleep walking," Cassie says quietly. "He walked into my room and said something about…collars? Then he left."

Quill swears softly and throws his blankets off to follow Cassie out of the bedroom. Her assumption had been correct. Scott was found wandering down in the living room, relocating pillows into odd places like the fake house plant that Emir had some kind of one sided rivalry with, and then he started muttering to himself. Standing in the middle of the room.

Quill was barely able to make out "birds are spies" and while he wanted to laugh, he simply rubbed his face before patting Cassie's shoulder.

"I'll take care of him Sunshine. You get back to bed."

Cassie frowns. "Do you think it was one of his nightmares? I've heard stress makes people sleepwalk sometimes."

"I dunno. Maybe it's the project he's working on right now." Quill muses. "He's been practically pulling out his hair over it."

"Maybe both."

Quill chose not to answer her because that was a depressing thought. While Scott's nightmares were few and far between now, they did seem to rear their ugly head whenever he was overly stressed. Sleepwalking was new though. Scott talked in his sleep on occasion but moving around…

He shook the thought away and descended the stairs as Scott started to take the batteries out of one of the remotes. Quill had no idea what he was going to do with them, but he didn't want to end up dealing with batteries up the nose. Anything was possible at this point.

But Scott simply inspected them, then apparently deemed them unworthy and threw them over his shoulder where they clattered on the carpet with a dull thud. The remote was placed back on the coffee table and Scott turned his attention to the couch. Specifically one of the cushions. When he began to pull it off and unzip the cover, Quill walked over and gently shook Scott's shoulder. The man paused and stared at the cushion in his hands and then glanced up at Quill in confusion.

"...what happened?" Scott mumbles.

"You just decided to take a midnight tour," Quill answers. "Did you have that dream again?"

Scott scrunches his eyebrows in thought. "I…think so?" He admits. "It's already starting to slip away."

"Okay. Cassie said you walked into her room saying something about collars. You okay?"

"Yeah," Scott returns the couch cushion to its proper place and allows Quill to lead him back up to their room. Cassie had gone to bed. "It didn't stick."

The nightmare didn't follow Scott into the waking world, which was good news. The nightmare hadn't affected him like that for over a year now and so the younger man wasn't waking up in terror. The nightmare was already becoming a distant memory.

"Hey buddy, isn't it your job to look after Scott?" Quill says to Emir who barely cracks an eye open to look at him. If he squinted in the darkness of the room, Quill could make out Flynn's ears peeking over the tiger's side. No doubt snuggling against the beast's belly since the god had gotten up from bed.

"I'm fine," Scott reassures Quill as they crawl back into bed. "Confused about the couch cushion, but fine."

Quill snorts in amusement. "I don't know what you were doing with it either, but we might need to put some new batteries in the tv remote."

Scott groans and throws the duvet over his head, "I don't want to know."

"It was kind of funny. Might see if Friday or Victor have a recording." Quill teases before laying on his side and pulling Scott flush against him. The younger mumbles something in annoyance that Quill didn't quite catch, but he laughed all the same. "Go to sleep, Pidge. And no dreams about tea parties with Satan."

"Shut up."

The next day, Scott finally finished his newest project and sent the plans to Luis to handle, and Quill congratulated him with a kiss…and then held out his hand. Two batteries laid in his palm and Scott gave him a look of mild irritation. Watching Scott find the new adjustments he made to their floor was hilarious and of course Quill had to make an occasional teasing statement. Such as the pillow in the house plant.

You just wanted it to be comfortable, babe. Since Emir has something against it.

They found the dining room table facing a corner.

Mom was probably astral projecting and you gave him a timeout?

"So what's your clever input for the batteries?" Scott asks flatly as he takes them.

"Common sense actually. We've been smashing the buttons of the remote for a week now and you were probably just subconsciously changing the batteries." Quill shrugs. "Or at least taking them out. You got bored halfway through."

"Awesome."

Cassie laughs from the direction of the kitchen. "Dad! You put your pants in the freezer!"

Quill cackles. "He was just preparing for when I–"

"No! Shut up!" She screeches. "Ewwwww the image is ingrained in my mind!"

"You love me!" Quill calls out.

"Not right now I don't!"

"Quill, stop traumatizing her." Scott huffs. "You keep this up and she'll never make you food again."

"...good point. I don't think I could live without her macaroni salad." Quill admits. "Or her chili…or her baked cheesecake! I swear she pulls that from heaven or something!"

Scott snorts and grabs a napkin from the nearby holder and hands it to Quill. "You got a little drool there big guy."

#mama bear au #antlord #peter quill #scott lang #cassie lang #celestial quill

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heckcareoxytwit · 10 months

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Groot has the weird case of a bad cold. Every time Groot sneezes, the plants would grow all over the place! Thus, Cosmo and the alien doctor have to race against time to cure Groot.

Cosmo the Spacedog infinity comic #3, 2023

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book-nonsie-not-anon · 2 months

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i don't want to be book anon for the rest of my existence sooo

#theyre all book related obviously #cadence is a poetry thing #scout is a character from to kill a mockingbird #i just like her name lol #quill is self-explanatory #calliope is the muse of poetry in greek mythology #book nonsie not anon #celestial same picverse

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crimsonkingart · 8 months

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Thank you Inubaki91 for the idea 💫💫

#celestial au #roquill #rocket raccoon #peter quill #star lord #gotg #gotg fan art #guardians of the galaxy fan art #guardians of the galaxy #celestial peter and rocket au #celestial peter quill #celestial rocket raccoon #celestial peter quill is a dork #celestial peter quill is a living star

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shelbyinubakilee · 4 months

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Happy New Year @crimsonkingart! Based off your celestial Peter and body guard Rocket idea. Thank you for all the amazing art during 2023 and I hope to see and order more in 2024!

#guardians of the galaxy #peter quill #rocket raccoon #peter x rocket #roquill #fanart #gotg fanart #Celestial Peter quill #Star lord #body guard Rocket #Thank you crimson art!#Happy New Year!

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thepanicsquid · 9 months

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It’s kinda funny that Quill killed his Celestial Dad-Planet and still wound up living on a Celestial anyway.

#so glad I found tumblr #everyone in the real world is tired of hearing about gotg #but these thoughts need to go somewhere #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #chris pratt #gotg vol 3 #peter quill #star lord #knowhere #ego the living planet #celestial

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crazynerdandproud · 11 months

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So are we all just going to ignore the fact that for the entire time from post endgame to Guardians 3 Peter was living in the decapitated head of one of his relatives?

#guardians of the galaxy #celestial #peter quill #star lord

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tinkertoysdamn · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gamora/Peter Quill/Thor Characters: Peter Quill, Mantis (Marvel), Gamora (Marvel), Thor (Marvel) Additional Tags: Humor, Implied Sexual Content, Sleep Deprivation, Celestial Peter Quill, Mantis & Peter Quill are Siblings Series: Part 7 of The Legendary Star-Lord Will Return Summary:

With the powers of a Celestial now awakened within him, Peter Quill has to deal with the fallout.

Luckily. he won't have to face it alone.

#gotg fic #fic: TLSLWR #peter quill #celestial peter quill #thorquillmora #thorquill #starmora #Part 7 has landed!

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slashmagpie · 1 year

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Proof of my civic duty!! might ⟟ request a pix or an etho? thanking you greatly

Set vaguely in the same continuity as this one-shot.

The first time Pix meets Princess Gem of Dawn, she does a double-take, which is—fair, really. Neither of them say anything, then, because they’re not alone, and it would be impolite, but he can feel her watching him—and when she’s not looking, he watches her back from the corner of his eye.

She comes to visit him several days later, and it’s good that it happened this way around, because Pix is the only living person in the Ancient Capital, and the ghosts (probably) won’t talk.

“Pixlriffs!” Gem calls as she marches down from the gatehouse towards him.

“GeminiTay! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“What are you doing here?” “The same thing as you, I reckon,” Pix replies.

She blinks at him. “Wait. You’re—”

“Yeah. You didn’t figure that out?”

“No! I was just like, what is happening? Hello?”

Pix frowns. “You know some people have doubles in more than one world, right? It might not have been me.”

Gem goes still, before brushing it off with a, “But it is you!”

“It is,” Pix agrees. “Still, you should—be careful next time. Wouldn’t want to accidentally break the Code.”

“No. Of course not.” Gem shakes her head. “So, what’s your whole thing here? I’m guessing you’re not actually an anthropology student,” she says wryly.

“Honestly, it’s not far off. Here I’m an archaeologist. I’m studying and documenting and preserving the history of this land for future generations.”

“You seem to have a theme going on.”

“Do you not have a theme going on?”

Gem shakes her head. “I mean, I’m a princess here! And back on Hermitcraft… Well, I guess I’m just Gem. I’m not sure if cottagecore is a theme.” She pauses. “Speaking of Hermitcraft…”

Pix winces. “You want to know what happened?”

“I just—I want to know if they’re okay. I mean, obviously False made it out—I saw her the other day—but the others…”

“They made it out,” Pix says. “Most of them, anyway.”

“And… the ones who didn’t…?”

Pix can only shrug. “I don’t know, Gem. I’m sorry.”

Her shoulders sag. “No, it’s fine. It’s not like you’re omniscient or anything. I just hope… Well. I should probably just get back to being a princess and stop thinking about it.”

“It’s alright to think about it,” Pix tells her.

She’s quiet for a moment. “You’re older than me,” she says at last.

“I’ve… been doing this for longer, yes,” he agrees.

“Does it get easier?”

Truthfully, Pix’s answer to that is it’s always been easy, but he’s never had the moon crash into his world before, so Gem’s probably taking it harder than most. He thinks for a moment before replying.

“There are different ways to handle the past,” he says at last. “You can move on from it, refuse to allow yourself to look back. You can cling onto it, and never let it go. Or… you can honour it. Give it a special place in your heart.”

“So, what, you just… treat it like one of your museum exhibits?”

“It’s better than the alternatives.” She looks doubtful. He smiles. “You can think it over. I’m sure you’ll come to a conclusion that works for you.”

“...Right.” Gem sighs. “Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you around, Pixlriffs.” She pauses on her way out. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” Pix waves. “It was lovely meeting you!”

“We already—oh. Yeah, it was nice meeting you too!”

She waves back, and then she’s gone, and Pix is turning back to his crypt. Gem’s got a good head on her shoulders. He’s sure she’ll figure it out.

#magpie feather quill #this is based on my headcanon that pix is the same kind of interdimensional celestial being that gem is #(eventually i'm gonna write a longfic in this verse but for now. these are vague pieces of it.)#.#..#hermitcraft #empires 2

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dndtreasury · 1 year

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Bow of the Last Angel

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elisaphoenix13 · 2 years

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Insecurities

"Daddy...I gotta go potty."

Quill didn't know why Scott was telling him that. He normally rolled out of bed without making an announcement, did what he needed to do, and crawled back into bed. But when his brain started to catch up with what he heard, Quill actually had to think about what he heard.

Scott only called him Daddy during sex…and he certainly never used the term potty unless he was talking to Valerie. Something was off here. He could feel Scott against his side and with some focus, Quill could tell the man was still his normal adult size…so where did the quiet voice come from.

His question was answered when he finally cracked his eyes open and found a small child sitting on his stomach and looking down at him. A child that looked vaguely familiar. With what looked like one of his old t-shirts covering the boy, animal like ears atop his head, and big eyes practically begging him to get up and help him–

Hold on.

Quill zeroes in on the ears and finds himself more awake than he had been five seconds ago. "Flynn?"

The little boy's ears perked up now that he had the god's attention. "I have to go potty!" He repeats.

Quill was about to tell him to just go, but then he realized that Flynn, for some reason, wasn't currently a fox so couldn't go to the bathroom like he was used to. He never thought he would have to potty train Flynn like this but hopefully he was old enough to understand what they needed to do.

"Okay, okay. Come on." The celestial groans and sits up, forced to grab the boy and hold him as he gets out of bed since Flynn didn't seem inclined to move. He carried him to the bathroom and set him down in front of the toilet…only to have Flynn stare at it. "Dude, you've seen me use this thing way more than you should have. You should know what you have to do."

Fortunately that was enough for the boy to attempt to relieve his bladder after Quill lifted him up a little. He tried not to think about how awkward this was for him, but he also didn't want Flynn to pee all over the floor because he wasn't quite tall enough to reach. After some more awkward advice and handling after Flynn missed the first time, he was finally finished and Quill carried him over to the sink to help him wash his hands.

"We're going to have to get you a pull up or something." Quill mumbles tiredly. "Can't let you run around in just my shirt. Did you put that on?"

"Uh-huh! I woke up and I was different again so I put on a shirt like Athena did before! She said it wasn't proper to run around naked." Flynn says as he dries his hands and Quill puts him on the floor to flush the toilet.

"Well she's right. Otherwise Scott would be naked all the time." Quill grumbles and leads the boy back out of the bathroom. "As much as I would like to go back to sleep after my double shift at the station, a pull up has more priority right now."

"What's a pull up?" Flynn asks as he eagerly follows Quill out of the room and to the elevator.

"It's…that special diaper that Valerie wears to bed. It's kind of like underwear but if you have an accident, you won't make a mess." Quill explains.

"Will it hurt my tail?"

Quill blinks and looks down at Flynn as the elevator doors close. "Your what?"

He leans over to lift the back of Flynn's shirt and, sure enough, a small fluffy tail was revealed. Quill didn't even know how he didn't notice it before. It wasn't small enough that he wouldn't have been able to feel it while he was holding Flynn. The only explanation was that he was still waking up.

"Uh…I'm sure we can cut out a hole or something." He finally mumbles as he drops the shirt.

When the elevator doors opened again, Quill didn't even have to step off to find Stephen standing in front of it, holding out the needed pull up. Either the man was psychic or Victor told him he was on his way up with Flynn.

"How did you know?" Quill asks as he takes the pull up and crouches down to help Flynn into it.

"Athena and Tibbs are human as well…with the exception of the ears and tails." Stephen answers. "I already cut a hole out for you."

Sure enough, there was a hole in the back of the pull up and with Quill's help, Flynn was able to comfortably slip his tail through. Then he happily clung to Quill's neck as the celestial stood up, forcing the man to hold him.

"So what's the deal?" Quill wonders.

"I believe this is a permanent…ability." Stephen answers. "At first I thought it was just residual powers left from the vase they broke that I missed with my reversal spell, but then Athena was able to turn back into a wolf. She even turned back into a human and said it took her some focusing to do so."

Quill sighs. "Something Flynn doesn't have."

"He'll need help practicing, that's all." Stephen says with a chuckle. "He's still young because of your powers so he won't have the control Athena has. Tibbs is young too but he's old enough to focus as well."

"So be prepared for random fox and human transformations…got it. Thanks Mom." Quill rubs his eyes.

"I'll send some more pull ups down in a bit."

"I'm hungry Daddy." Flynn says.

"Alright…let's go get you something." Quill glares at Stephen when the sorcerer smirks at the title, but gets cut off when the elevator doors close again and the two are taken back down.

When they reached their floor again, Quill immediately headed for the kitchen and opened the cabinet to grab some pop tarts. He knew it wasn't the healthiest choice but both the people that could cook were currently asleep. Cassie would probably be up soon but Flynn wouldn't have the patience to wait that long. It wasn't like Quill could feed Flynn his usual breakfast in this form.

"You want them hot?" Quill asks as he struggles to open the package since Flynn was currently in one of his arms.

"What is it?"

"Cinnamon sugar pop tarts. You're going to be wired." Quill answers and then pops them into the toaster when Flynn nods.

"How come Emmy didn't change too?"

"Because he wasn't around when you guys broke that vase."

"Oh…I bet he would be big like you Daddy."

Quill grunted in response as the pop tarts popped up. He didn't want to think about that. It would probably be true and Scott didn't need another reason to be attached to his tiger. Not that Quill was jealous. He knew he was the only one for Scott. But he was sure that Emir would still snuggle up to him in human form considering how protective he was of the younger man.

Or he could possibly keep Flynn entertained. It was a toss up.

With the pop tarts on a plate and in hand, Quill carries Flynn to the living room and sets the boy down, placing the plate on the coffee table before laying down on the couch. He at least had the mind to turn the TV on to some cartoons for Flynn before dozing off, but it didn't take long for the boy to climb up onto the couch with his plate. Using Quill's stomach as a seat.

He didn't care at this point. He was exhausted. As long as Flynn was taken care of and entertained, he was going to get some much needed sleep. He would process and figure out Flynn's newfound abilities at a later time.

Some time later, Quill was gently shaken awake and he mumbled as he tiredly waved his disturber away. "Give me another hour."

"Don't you want a hot breakfast Daddy?" Cassie teases and Quill opens one of his eyes to glare at her. "It comes with coffee."

"Might as well. This is probably all the sleep I'm going to get for now." Quill sighs and sits up, only to watch crumbs fall off of his chest. "Seriously Flynn?"

"Cassie made me eggs!" Flynn announced happily from the kitchen table. It was obvious that his daughter had taken care of him as soon as she was up for the day and the first thing she did was give him a proper breakfast. "I said Daddy gave me the pop tarts but she said I needed a proper breakfast!"

"Yeah? Well Daddy isn't allowed to touch the stove so that's what you got." Quill says as he gets up from the couch and brushes off the remains of the crumbs.

"You could have at least given him some fruit." Cassie rolls her eyes and walks back to the kitchen to pour Quill some coffee as the man sat at the table. His breakfast was already waiting for him and even Scott was awake and digging into his own.

"Do you have work today?" Scott asks before crunching into a piece of bacon.

"No. Which is good because I might fall asleep holding up a building at this point." Quill says. Cassie sets the coffee in front of him with a kiss to his cheek and he smiles. "Cassie's food gives me life though."

Cassie snorts as she sits down. "Pretty sure you say that about Dad's butt too."

"That's also true." Quill cackles.

"I feel like it should be weird that my daughter is talking about my butt." Scott mumbles.

"Maybe when you two first started going out. But I'm older, wiser…and completely used to the things I hear now." She says flatly. "Do you know how awkward that was? Hearing my dad? It still is but I've learned to tune you both out."

Scott winces and blushes at the same time. "Sorry, peanut. I swear we're trying not to torture you."

"I know." Cassie shrugs. "Peter and I have plenty to complain about to each other."

"I bet Stephen is a closet kinky bastard." Quill smirks.

"What are you talking about?" Flynn asks with a curious glance.

"Sex."

Scott chokes. "Quill!"

"What?! It's not like he hasn't already heard and seen everything!" Quill defends. "He's an animal. I'm sure he's seen squirrels go at it!"

Flynn tilts his head as if to ponder Quill's words. "You mean when they do funny things with their mates? Uh-huh! I've seen squirrels! Deer too! I saw Cassie do it with Peter too–"

Everyone froze. Cassie had a look of mortification on her face, Scott simply watched his scrambled eggs fall off his fork as he processed Flynn's words…and Quill started to light up. He was the stepdad. He was supposed to be cool about this…but the fact was that he wasn't. He knew Peter was a good kid and it probably took him forever to get the courage to take that next step with Cassie but–

"Stop! You're not going to do anything!" Cassie finally says. "Look, we're careful and take precautions. Mom already caught us and gave us the talk and do you know how weird it is to get the talk from an actual doctor? It made Dad's explanation look tame!"

Quill had to force himself to calm down when Scott reached over to touch his arm. In reality, Cassie was Scott's daughter in blood and only Quill's in name. If Scott was okay with it, then Quill had to respect that. He had to remember that this was about the age teenagers started doing this and at the very least they were being safe about it. That was probably why Scott was being relatively calm about it.

"I really hoped you would wait until you were a little older," Scott says once Quill calms down. "But I think I saw this coming for a while now. We all did. I'm just glad it's Peter. He's responsible…at least when he needs to be. I know he'll take care of you."

"He already does." Cassie says softly.

"Is it bad that Cassie mates with Peter?" Flynn asks with a frown.

Quill sighs. "No buddy. It's just…I forgot how old she is now." He pats Flynn's head. "You, on the other hand, are never allowed to mate. You'll always be a baby and babies don't get mates."

Flynn makes a face. "I don't want a mate. The other animals act funny when they do things with their mate. Like you and Mommy."

Scott chokes on his orange juice, coughing when some even comes out of his nose, and Quill bursts into laughter. He didn't actually think that Flynn saw Scott as a potential mother but actually hearing it from the boy was too funny. Scott glared at him through the tears in his eyes from the burn of the orange juice and that only made Quill laugh even more.

"Dad, grandma, and now mom!" Cassie laughs. "But sorry to say you're not the world's greatest mom. Mom and…Mom…are tied for that." Then she gasps. "Do you think Emir sees Papa as Mom then?"

Quill bristles. "Hell no! Pretty sure I'm still dad and Scott is mom the way he protects him!"

"Ugh." Scott groans. "I hate to admit it but he has a point."

Flynn starts to push his food around on his plate with a deeper frown, and Quill stops laughing when he looks back over at him. Something obviously upset the kit and it rubbed him the wrong way.

"What's wrong?"

"Will he leave me too?" Flynn asks quietly.

It took Quill a few seconds for the boy's words to click and when they did, his heart broke. So Flynn's mother really did abandon him when he got caught in the trap? It was a survival instinct in the animal kingdom for some animals to abandon their young in those kinds of situations, but to hear that it actually happened to an animal he cared about?

"No. None of us will." Quill says immediately and pulls Flynn onto his lap, rubbing his back when the boy curls close. "Doesn't he take care of you when I have to go to work or go to space?"

"...uh-huh." Flynn nods against his chest. "And Cassie."

"If he was going to leave you, he would have done that a long time ago." Quill reassures him. "You and Emir are part of this family now."

"Forever?"

Quill smirks. "Yeah. Forever. In fact, I bet you'll get sick of us and leave us first."

Flynn leaned back just far enough to give Quill the most offended look he could muster before lunging forward again to wrap both his arms and legs around the god. "No! Never! I love you Daddy! Emmy does too!"

"Good thing I'm already crying. This is too much." Scott jokes.

"God, Dad. You really are a bottom." Cassie says.

"Hey!"

"Don't argue. You know it's true." Quill smirks and then it softens. "At least now I know why Flynn has separation anxiety."

"That might be part of it, but I think he's just attached to you and wants to go everywhere with you." Scott says. "He's your baby."

Quill sighs. "Yeah…he really is."

#peter quill #scott lang #scott x quill #antlord #celestial quill #flynn the fox #cassie lang #mama bear au

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