when worlds collide
Someone in the Netherlands called him an intergalactic space cop??????
Have you even seen the movies????
This Look….he looks so Handsome I’m gonna die
his little nod
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MERRY MEN ARE MEDIEVAL RAVAGERS CHANGE MY MIND!!!!
“You said it yourself bitch, we’re the Guardians of the Galaxy.” Gamora is finally a part of something. But the past always follows you, eats at you and she must come to grips with her deeds as she tries to build a future. Meanwhile Rocket has never cared much for anyone or anything. Together the two of them discover they are more alike than different and try to heal themselves by befriending the other.
*Content Warnings: Mentions of child/animal abuse, trauma, character death, physical torture/pain*
Title of this fic is taken from the book of the same title “The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma,” by Bessel van der Kolk
Nebula: I’m evil
Nebula: Not evil anymore, want to be loved now
Nebula: Evil again
Summary: A collection of one-shots, deleted scenes, moments and tie-ins that didn’t make it into The Misadventures of Star-Lord & the Earth Girl; a Peter Quill centric fanfic about the lord from the stars and a girl from earth.
Pairing: Peter Quill x Original Female Character
Peter Quill isn’t a blind man.
Peter let his hand roam down his companion’s back, coming to a stop on her lower back as he continued to lock lips with the woman. He pulled back, chuckling at the moan of objection he received for it. “Now, there’ll be plenty more of that later, um…”
The woman ran a green hand down Peter’s chest, her eyes searching his as he struggled for her name. “Lyrian.”
Peter nodded, giving her backside a pat. “Of course.” His eyes began to wander around the bar he’d stopped off in to grab some intel. He hadn’t found any, but he had found a distraction for the evening. “How about we get…” Peter furrowed his brow as an especially lost looking patron caught his eye. Malia was making her way through the crowded bar, maneuvering through the crowd as her own eyes scanned the crowd. Her and Peter’s eyes met and her face lit up a bit, only for it to don a different look as her eyes moved to Peter’s companion. Crestfallen was how Peter would describe it, though he wasn’t sure if he’d read it right from this distance.
Lyrian’s hand began to work it’s way down Peter’s torso. “Who’s she?”
Peter looked at the girl in his arms, his mind already having moved to Malia. “A friend.” He let go of Lyrian as she gave him a confused look. “I’ll be back. Don’t go too far?”
Peter brushed his hand underneath the girl’s chin, earning him a giggle. He turned away, sighing as he found Malia had moved from her spot. His eyes scanned the crowd as he pushed his way through the people, catching just a brief glimpse of Malia as she left the bar. Peter started making his way towards the door, glancing back to see Lyrian already looking impatient.
Peter pushed open the door and stepped out into the chilly night air, looking around for any sign of Malia. It didn’t take long to spot her walking the desolate street alone. He started jogging to catch up with her, closing the distance quickly. “I thought you were staying on the ship.”
Malia shrugged, keeping her gaze straight ahead. “I got bored.” A small smile crossed her lips. “Besides, I had to make sure you didn’t get into any trouble.”
Peter chuckled, holding up his hands. “Hey, I didn’t drink just like you asked.”
Malia’s smile widened a bit as she nodded. “Good, because I wasn’t gonna help you stumble home.”
Peter held his arms open. “Aw, come on. You did it so well last time."
Malia held up a hand. "You get the one, and that’s it.” The smile faded from her face . “You could just pick up an alien bimbo and she’ll get you home. ”
Peter furrowed his brow, noting the downbeat time she’d used as she’d said that last quip. “You good?”
Malia nodded, giving a small smile. “Yeah, sure.”
Peter wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t want to pelt her with questions. She was obviously down though, and he didn’t like seeing her like that. On top of that, Lyrian was waiting for him back at the bar, or so he hoped. “Why don’t we head back to the bar? I’m sure you could find yourself a guy. Hell, I’ll be your wingman.”
Malia wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “No thanks. Random hookups are your thing, not mine.” Her brow furrowed. “What makes you so sure I could?”
Peter shrugged. “You’re pretty.”
Malia stopped in her tracks, a look of surprise on her face as she finally looked at Peter. “You think I’m pretty?”
Peter halted his own walking, looking back at Malia with small smile. “Well, yeah. Was I not supposed to?”
Malia shook her head, a smile having crept across her own face. “No, it’s just…” Her eyes locked on Peter’s. After a few seconds she laughed , the smile on her face threatening to make Peter’s own widen. “You’re not so bad yourself, Star-Dumb.”
Peter chuckled before stroking his chin and throwing up his brow suggestively. “So I’ve been told.”
Malia and he laughed together for a few seconds before falling silent and staring at each other. Peter hadn’t thought much of his admission to thinking she Was pretty, because of course he did. She was a pretty girl, she had to know that. He’d always seen her that way, ever since they first met. But, she’d seemed surprised to hear it when he’d said it.
Peter realized he was just stating at her and thinking about how pretty she was and looked away. He ventured to glance at her and found she’d looked away too, the smile still on her face. “Do you want to head back to the ship, Stowaway? Maybe watch a movie?”
Malia looked at him, furrowing her brow. “What about your little green friend back at the bar?”
Peter blinked, Lyrian having completely slipped his mind. He shrugged, giving Malia a smirk. “Wasn’t really my type.”
Malia threw up her brow. “She was a girl. Isn’t that the only requirement for you?”
Peter made a face. “Believe it or not, I have tastes. ”
Malia shook her head. “I don’t believe it."
Peter rolled his eyes, turning around to walk towards the ship. "I’m going to watch a movie. Come or don’t, your call."
Peter trudged forward into the cold night, second guessing his choice to run after Malia and leave Lyrian at the bar. Malia caught up to him and looked her arm through his. He gave her a surprised look. "What’re you doing?”
Malia smiled up at him and shrugged. “It’s cold.” She pressed herself closer against him, resting her head on his arm. “I’m picking the movie.”
Peter started to object, but found he didn’t really care what they watched together. “Fine, you can pick.”
catch up with MISADVENTURES here (click name)!
Groot: I am Groot? <Want me to leave so you can say bad words?>
Gamora: That would be nice.
Daisy, Kora and Daniel are just out roaming space and can you just imagine if they ran into the Guardians?
I mean poor Daniel. He’s doing his thing in the fifties and then a year later his life has escalated to the point where he’s face to face with Rocket and Groot.
And I’d imagine that Kora would hit it off with Peter because she’s from the 80s so shes pretty ideally suited to be receptive to his music and references.
Summary: When Malia Reyes wakes in the dead of
night, she finds an alien ship crashed atop her apartment building! And
the “alien,’ abroad is no other then Star-Lord, retired Guardian fallen
back on his more criminal lifestyle. Now with fate having thrown a man
from the stars and a girl from earth together, they’ll have to survive
whatever the black void of space and the marvel universe has to throw at
- Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
- Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8
- Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 + (Part 2) | Chapter 11
You’re Pretty (Tape 1)
Groot: I am Groot? <But like how did you know you’re not straight?>
Peter: I had crushes on both genders I guess.
Gamora: Yeah for me it was really a logical thing, like if I was dating someone and one day I woke up and everything was the same but their gender was different it wouldn’t change anything for me ya know?
Nebula: Ugh… not me… men just kind of repulse me.
Gamora: Yeah ok, valid.
did you know that groot is the ONLY mcu character? wild
Peter: H-How many fucking knives do have in there?!
Gamora: *Still pulling knives out of her bag and pockets* I don’t know actually… I have two in my bra and one in my boot as well I think. You know… just in case.
Peter: In case of what?!?!!
valkyrie: i call dibs on the biggest gun!
rocket: i like her.
Mantis: If you kill a killer the number of killers in the world remains the same.
Nebula, with a mouthful of takeout: Kill two.