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mytheoristavenue · 1 year

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GOTG Rocket Raccon x Reader - You Don't Have to Like Me.

Summary: Ever since you joined the team, Rocket has always had a chip on his shoulder about you. Now that he's the leader, you question whether you should stay with the new gaurdians.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, vol. 3 spoilers, takes palce after vol. 3, mentions of character death, mentions of the blip/snap

You smiled, reaching your fists toward the ceiling of your hotel room, hearing joyful music from outside. The concpets of last week's events were still surreal to you, and you hadn't quite processed them or the feelings that they had generated. You'd decided to simply take a few days to rest in solidtude after everything that happened.

Sractching at your door demanded your attention as you slipped out of bed, kicking into your house shoes. Wandering over, you opened the door, once again smiling softly at who was on the other side. "Good morning, Cosmo," you said, voice cracking with sleep. You reached over to a nearby table, taking a dog buscuit from an old tin before tossing it to her. She caught it between her teeth expertly, wolfing it down with a giggle. Once done, she sat obediently in front of you.

"He's looking for you." she said knowingly. "You said after a few days you'd come out, but not yet. Why do you hide?"

Your relaxed grin faltered into a somber one. "I won't be hiding much longer, Cosmo. I made my choice." Your reply seemed to spark something in the canine, prompting her to bark and jump up at you, licking your face before regaining her composure. "Oh, (Y/N), I knew you'd stay! I-!"

"I'm leavng, girl." your voice cracked a bit as you held back tears, smile still forced onto your lips. The dog instantly froze, halting her celebration to look at you, heartbroken and you reached out to pat her head.

"Is not funny." she whimpered, slowly padding closer to you before stopping short again, looking passed you at your luggage. "N-No...you can't leave."

"Cosmo-" you tried to interject, her rising upset as she began to back out of the room. "H-Here, have another treat and we'll talk about this-" Before you could reach back into the tin, she was gone, having darted out of the room sobbing, leaving you with slumped shoulders and a heavy concious.

"You've gotta stop pissin' off my crew." Your head snapped up toward the doorway to find none other than the captain himself standing there, sillouetted in the dim hallway light.

"Rocket..." you trailed, unsure of what to say. "I heard you wanted to see me?"

"That's true." he nodded, slepping inside and kicking the door closed behind him. "Been looking for you for three days now. Checked your apartment but you weren't there."

"I moved." you excused sheepishly.

"I could tell." he rolled his eyes. "And concsidering this is the second hotel I've tracked down that has you in their system, seems like you just keep moving."

"Just antsy, I guess." you laughed nervously, stepping further in front of you luggage, in hopes he wouldn't see.

"And I take it I'm just supposed to ignore all your shit over there in a conviniently portable little pile, right?" he ask rhetorically. "I hope that's so you can move into another room to keep hiding from me and not what I think it's for?"

You sighed, finally giving up the rouse, perfect posture faultering as you slumped down onto the bed. "I thought I'd go travelling. Live up the transient life, ya know? Maybe go check out Terra, meet up with Quill-"

"(Y/N), quit rambling, you know I hate that shit."

"Sorry."

Rocket shooked his head sternly, hopping up on the bed with you, letting his legs dangle off the edge. "So, you're really leaving?"

"Theres nothing left for me here." you shuttered, holding back tears. "Mantis was my best friend and I don't even know where she went, the Guardians are done, Quill's gone-" you stopped, should you begin to shed tears. "Everyone that's still here has a purpose in staying, and I don't."

"The Guardians aren't over, just made-a different people. Still got you and me, and Groot." He offered, stealing a glance while you stared down at your lap.

"You never considered me a Guardian, Rocket." you retorted, your tone suddenly taking a sharpness neither of you were ready for. "Just admit it."

"Bullshit." he scoffed, rolling his eyes and looking away, dramatically slapping his thighs. "You know better than that. What's this really about?" You sniffled, feeling the willpower to hold back your unchecked emotions much longer. Your fists clenched at your knees as the first offical tear rolled down your cheeck, falling away from your skin and hitting your clothed leg. The raccoon eyed you closely, concern growing more and more evident on his brow as he leaned closer. "(Y/N)?"

"I watched you die, Rocket!" you finally shouted, sobs freeely tumbling out of your throat. "I watched your heart stop and I held you for dear life and I begged you to come back! I cried over your body and held you so tight than your fur shed in my hands!" you shuttered, bringing up a hand to wipe your tears against your wrist. "You always hated me but I care about you so much and I just can't see you die again! I don't want to have to go through that again!"

Rocket was utterly speechless, what was he supposed to say? 'There, there'? "(Y-Y/N)? I-" he tried cautiously, but paused, having forgotten to find the words to say before opening his mouth. "I-I don't hate you..."

"You've never once been nice to me, Rocket..." you accused, giving him a side eyed glare before obscuring your face again.

"I-I know, but..." he swallowed harshly, gleaming eyes trained on you. "I never hated you..." Silence befell the room, only interupted by your distress hiccups. This was definately not the 'talking to' Rocket had imagined giving you once he found out you were thinking of leaving. "Look, I shouldv'e said this earlier but...I want you on my team. Sure, it'll be a little different with the kid and whatnot, but we'll-"

"I said no, Rocket." you snapped, malice powering your voice.

His brows furrowed as he knodded in aknowledgement of your choice. "Fine, but just so ya know, I watched you die too once." You froze, immediately understanding what he was refferring to. "Not to throw a pity party, but I don't think you know how it feels to have everything you have ever known or loved ripped away from you all at once." he spat, jumping down from the bed, on his way out the door. "Twice."

"I didn't think me being gone bothered you as much as the others..." you confessed quietly, eyes still glossy.

"That's what you get for assuming. Makes an ass outta you and me." he retorted over his shoulder. "And for the record, I did miss you when you were gone. So fuckin' much." You had long since begun to feel an overbearing weight of guilt as your wrist cralwed up toward your chest to soothe its ache. "And I'm never gonna stop missin' you after you leave."

"Rocket," you barely whispered, but he heard you, his ears twitching instantly. "I'm so sorry..."

"This might be kinda sappy," he sighed, making sure to turn away from you so you wouldn't be able to read his face. "but I love ya." You were blown away, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. It had always been so rare- almost impossibly so- that Rocket ever spoke freely about what he felt, but it seemed that after what happened last week, he was a new person. He was nicer, more open, more serene. Perhaps he'd made peace with some old, injured part of himself. "I tried to fight it for a long time. Thought I could only love one person, and that now that she's gone, nobody could ever make me happy again. But you do." He paused for a moment, taking a deep, awkward breath. "And I'm sorry I was such an ass to you while figurin' that out."

The warmth you felt in your chest was immeasurable as you collapsed to the floor and lunged towards him, engulfing him in a much needed hug. You sniffled, tears pouring down your cheeks, absorbed by his wiry fur. Rocket was initially rigid, unable to forsee this reaction in you, but he eventually loosened his muscles enough to wrap his small arms around your neck. "I don't knwo what to say..." you admitted.

"Don't say anything," he replied, nuzzling into your collar. "You talk too much already." After a few moments of just holding eachother in silence, he spoke up again. "Look, I can't offer ya much. I can't promise to be the perfect man and I'm never gonna sweep ya off your feet." he sighed, pulling away and holding you at arms length. "But I can keep ya company, keep ya safe..."

"I don't need any of that stuff, Rocket. I just wanna feel wanted..." your breath shuttered,

"I want you." he mumbled, his voice trailing off as he lost his train of thought. "I don't really know what I'm doin'. I think I need somebody to keep me in line, a smartass who ain't afraid to talk over me." Glancing down at him, you found him looking back smirking. "Don't suppose you could give me any names?"

"Groot?" you snickered, cheeks still red and damp from crying. He joined you in a laugh.

"I was thinkin' somebody a little more cuddly, ya ever try cuddlin' a tree? I've had thorns in my ass for years."

"Cosmo?"

"(Y/N)." he finally said half sternly. "I want you to stay here with me. What do I gotta do to get you to stay?"You suddenly felt so serene here with him, under his touch and lazy sense of humor.

"Well..." you began cautiously. "If I did stay...would I just be a Guardian to you?"

Rocket glanced away, finding it hard to face you for long periods of a time while he made himself so vulnerable. "You can be whatever you want to me. What do you wanna be?"

"I kinda wanna be your partner..." you confessed, also looking away in the opposite direction. "Like, romantically."

"I don't think I can do that, (Y/N)..." His answer shattered you and your blood ran cold. You were so confused, surely you couldn'y have gotten a wrong signal?

"W-why? I thought-"

Rocket laughed, cocking a brow at your gullibility and tilted his head. "Feel like theres probably a rule out there about the capatain fraternizing with his crewmember. And i wouldn't want the others to get jealous if I treat you better..." You remained silent, unable to disern if he was playing with you or rubbing salt in the wound until his tiny hands found home on your cheeks, pulling you closer. "But then again, I never cared for rules much." Before relief could fully wash over you, he'd pulled you in, nuzzling each of your cheeks gnetly- his version of a kiss. You returned the gesture after a moment, not fully understanding it at first.

"So you wanna be my partner, huh?" he finally asked, parting and putting a small amount of distance betweehn the two of you. You nodded, unable to catch your breath under his gaze. "I reckon that can be arranged then, under a few conditions."

"What's that?" you asked, cautiously.

"Go get your apartment back and unpack all this shit." he laughed, tossing a thumb over to your pile of luggage. "And you gotta promise not to abuse your power." he smirked, carnivorous teeth gleaming in the daylight that poured in from the window.

"What power?"

"Well," he started, shrugging cockily. "Sleepin' with the captain always has it's perks-"

"Rocket!"

#gotg #gotg vol 3 #rocket raccoon #rocket raccon x reader #gotg rocket #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #marvel #marvel x reader #gotg x reader #rocket raccoon x you #rocket raccoon x y/n

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definitelyanearthperson · 1 year

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Some random thoughts on Gotg vol 3:

Spoilers obviously.

- why teefs not teeths(is it because of the accent

- Mantis & Drax best duo confirmed

- Nebula smiling at the end(I’m way too emotional about this

- The parallel at the beginning of the movie when the lab staff reaching for baby Rocket and at the end where Rocket opens the cage with baby raccoons to save them except this time those baby raccoons reach out first

- BABY RACCOONS

- Speaking of Rocket, the fucking PAIN I felt from the flashback where he’s witnessed the death of his friends

- Also floors is giving me Toy Story war flashbacks( I’m sorry but Sid and his toys have scarred me for life

- Absolutely love the new uniform design( it’s both comically accurate and aesthetically pleasing 10/10

- The scene where Gamora takes a shit

- Mantis being a supportive sibling we love to see it

- Nebula’s reaction after knowing Rocket survived(Marvel we need a spin-off about these two I’m begging

- The little nod Nebula and Gamora shared is peak sister behaviour( I actually have no idea how siblings work I’m a only child but I’m assuming that’s how it works

- Nebula and the Guardians worrying about Peter’s alcoholism/depression is exactly why I love the found family trope

- COSMOS IS A GOOD DOG

- Adam warlock looking like those street performers who painted themselves gold( also he’s so dumb I love him

- That one fucking monkey who went feral when it’s leaving the High Evolutionary’s ship

- All the slow motion shots

- The hallway scene™

- Peter saying I’m not losing you to Rocket( I’m feeling a lot of emotions during that scene and I don’t like it

- Rocket saying that Come and get your love is one of his favourite songs( me too buddy

- It’s been 9 fucking years since the first Gotg movies what the actual fuck-

- THAT picture at the end with all the guardians together

#I have thoughts #and I decided to write them down #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #gotg vol 3 #random things i love about _

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raccoonfallsharder · 8 months

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Chapter 11/20+ Window Across the Galaxy [added 9/6]

girl falls first; raccoon falls harder.

The scar itself is as annoyingly pretty as the rest of her, Rocket thinks: pale-pink and satiny, like a tattered ribbon wound halfway around her leg. It’s holding together strong. He hates that she has it, though. He knows how scars are bought with pain, and how easy it is for them to make you feel ugly. Yeah, he doesn’t want any part of that for her. The third day that he demands to see it, Jo rolls her eyes dramatically, teasingly, and tells him her bone doesn’t even ache anymore. The torn muscle just feels a little overstressed - nothing to worry about. I’m not even limping anymore. It’s not a big deal. It’s a mistake on her part. She’s already sitting on the edge of the bed where he’s ordered her, and he’s crouching at her feet, pressing the glossy seam of her skin with testing fingers - checking the color, the bloodflow. And suddenly - unaccountably quickly - he’s speechless with fury. He can taste the enamel crunching between his gritted teeth. Everything is dark sparks and white noise. “…Rocket?” Slowly - dangerously - he turns his eyes up to hers. “Maybe you forgot what happened right before you got this thing,” he says, and he knows his voice is a rumbled threat. “But I frickin’ haven’t.”

Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost.

more action, ugh. ALSO. this is getting ridiculously long. i'm gonna keep going because a lot of it is written already and i promised i would write this fic for my own enjoyment but uhhh if you want to bail, the end of this chapter is a tidy place to do so. it almost feels like an intentional ending

General summary/notes + links to recently preceding chapters behind the cut. let me know via comment, message, or ask if you'd like to be added or removed from my fanfic/headcanon/doodle taglist ♡

General Summary~

Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best raccoon

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship. Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron. Chapter III. A Kindness.in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last. Chapter IV. Got There First.in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food. Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave. Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course. Chapter VII. I'm Here.in which we visit Knowhere. Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.” Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking. Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice.in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way. Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost. Coming Soon: Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes.

slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slooowww burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies). elements of hurt/comfort because rocket is the saddest-angriest boy. rating will go up and tags will be added to as needed.

@evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @pretty-chips ♡ @suicidalshitstick ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡

#rocket raccoon fanfiction #window across the galaxy #rocket raccoon #oc x rocket raccoon #slow burn #enemies to friends to lovers #eventual smut #longfic #gotg fanfiction #rocket raccoon x oc #i'm so fuckin tired lol

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astromechs · 30 days

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1 3 9 16 24 please, whatever Fandoms you feel like talking about

1. the character everyone gets wrong

matt murdock is my choice for this today 💀 i love matt, he is my blorbo, i hate the fandom take on matt. get the words "catholic guilt" out of your mouths, shut up, he's not some defenseless woobie baby that isn't accountable for his own actions, he's a grownass man who's responsible for sabotaging his own life and relationships on the regular, stop blaming elektra and being weird about her when he does ALL this shit himself. i trust very few people to have actual correct takes on matt LMAOOOOO

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

shoutout to the classic "tony stark is female-coded" that i no longer have a screenshot of but we all remember. what the fuck were you talking about.

9. worst part of canon

ok i already dunked on rise of skywalker last time i did this, so i'm gonna get really controversial: the mcu is the worst thing that ever happened to the gotg and because a lot of bad comics takes came down as a direct response to the mcu? that's the worst part of their canon.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

literally why do y'all want to woobiefy your blorbos. why. this takes all the teeth out of a character and what makes them interesting. i do not understand and i will never understand!!

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

what doesn't bring up rancid discourse in these fandoms, lol. i'm gonna be biased and say whenever people start comparing rogue one and andor because that discourse tends to annoy me personally the most and ends up with me hating all of you on all sides of it. here's some money, go watch a star war.

chooose violence asks!

#asks #thefaceofthneedinc

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a-land-of-shadow-and-substance · 5 months

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If the rumors are true, and Tokyo Disneyland's New Space Mountain is Cosmic Rewind without the GOTG theme/with an original theme, then that ride has the potential to be the greatest Disney ride of all time...

But then I remembered how Tokyo DisneySea took all the teeth out of Tower of Terror's drop sequence. With that in mind, I 0% trust them regarding toning down a Cosmic Rewind reskin. If park management doesn't think the public could handle DCA Tower's moderate airtime, I think they would definitely balk at Cosmic Rewind's vomit-soaked reputation.

(Also... do they even have room for the giant Cosmic Rewind show building?)

#My impression is that Tokyo does theme excellently but thrill less so. And that they're almost as pressed for space as Anaheim.#tokyo disneyland #space mountain #tokyo disneyland space mountain #cosmic rewind #guardians of the galaxy cosmic rewind #rumors

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deep-affection-for-cats · 1 year

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Gotg vol 3 is making me physically ill

⚠️SPOILERS⚠️

“ROCKET TEEF FLOOR GO NOW ROCKET TEEF FLOOR GO NOW ROCKET TEEF FLOOR GO NOW”

AAAAAGAHFEJSHEJEHEJEHEVEJRHRVW I hate it.

I just threw up that’s how much I hate it.

Threw up blood, hair loss, nose bleed, weight loss, teeth falling out, can’t walk, can’t sleep, and no appetite are all my symptoms of gotg vol 3 sickness.

waaaaaaaaaah😭

#gotg vol 3 #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #I hate it #someone kill me #nock me out

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grayintogreen · 1 year

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WIP WEDNESDAY

I am currently plodding along on Chapters 21&22 of YCDHN while also poking gently at a GotG fic as a palette cleanser. Since it's gonna be two more weeks (at the very least) until I have these chapters finished and can post again, here's a longer scene from Chapter 21, featuring Molly and Lucien again. Because I love them.

Molly decided that as livid as he was, it wasn’t going to prevent him from enjoying the rest of his evening. The other shoe had dropped, but it wasn’t so devastating that he couldn’t just shove fruits in a chocolate fountain, overindulge on plum wine, or sit on the balcony about it. When was the next time he’d be at a fancy party anyway? Not any time soon with their current dance card.

The drinking definitely led him to the balcony sooner than he might have wanted because it went straight to his head even watered down, and turned him from the picture of grace to a dance floor hazard and he took off before any of the Aurora Watch casing the place could escort him away for drunk and disorderly behavior.

He avoided the parlor he had left the Nein and Essek in when he left, choosing a balcony as far away from it as possible and collapsing against the balustrade. His head spun and he had to squint to get all the little lamps shedding light through the Firmaments to coalesce into something that made sense, rather than seeming like an endless sea of stars on the ground. The air was cool and soothed his flushed skin and he leaned a bit further out so a gentle breeze coming in off the Wastes could ruffle his hair.

“Did you mean what you said?”

Molly nearly startled out of his own skin, his tail going rigid, as he whirled around, locking eyes with Lucien, perched on the other side of the balcony, one leg braced against the floor and his back to the wall. He looked shockingly pensive.

“That’s a loaded question to ask a carnie without context, Lucien.” He dragged a hand down his reddened face. Lucien didn’t move beyond drumming his fingers on his bent knee, eyes glued to some point on the horizon.

“What you said to Caleb- about us not needing to be fixed.”

Molly’s shoulders drooped. “So you were listening?” Shocking.

“Wanted to see if you were gonna break it off with him.” Lucien had the audacity to smirk. “Maybe I’ll get a chance to have a go now.”

He exhaled. Once the shock went away, he had almost expected Lucien to carry this conversation beyond petty jabs, and yet here they were. People thought he was the petty one, but clearly they were too distracted by Lucien’s platinum words to tell when he was just elongating an insult or a quip into something educated and pretentious. If they weren’t, they would know that he was the one constantly starting the fights. (Well. Mostly. Perhaps. Whatever. It wasn’t like anyone was keeping score here.) “Right. Lovely. See, I know you’re just being a dick right now, so I’m gonna ignore it and see how long it takes for you to get to the point or give up and lurk somewhere else.”

“Does this look like lurking to you?” Lucien waved his hands. Gods, he actually looked scandalized. Moonweaver’s ribbons. “You’re the one who came out here to sulk and-“

“I meant it,” Molly snapped, suddenly, unable to hold it back. Lucien cut himself off with a click of his teeth pressed together and waited for him to continue. “It’s not ideal, but what is, really? I think if you weren’t in my head now… I’d feel like I was missing something. I don’t want to be one person. I want us to be the best version of ourselves like this. And maybe we can’t do that alone. Maybe we need the tether.”

Lucien shook his head, his tail twitching like a pendulum between the balusters. “Souls aren’t meant to be split like this. We’ll go mad, eventually. Or we’ll just get one another killed. What’s the point, sliver? I want to be me and I don’t want any of…” He waved his hand, indicating all of Molly, “… you fuckin’ with that, but it’s going to end eventually. This won’t work forever.”

“Forever isn’t a set time, Lucien.” Bold of anyone to assume otherwise. Molly had believed that his time was borrowed from the moment he crawled out of the grave. It took dying for him to realize he and the world deserved better than him running from vice to vice and never caring about the consequences, because he could drop dead the next day and none of it would matter. It always mattered. “Forever could be next week or a century from now. I know you don’t hate this arrangement. You’re just scared of losing it and having to adapt to something else.”

“See? This is why I don’t like sharing a soul.” Lucien dragged his tongue along the back of his teeth. “You can’t even keep what you see in here to yourself.”

“It’s just you and me, Lucien.” Molly threw his arms out, indicating the balcony. No one else so much as walked past the open door in the hallway and the crowds around the building cared absolutely nothing for two tieflings enjoying their nightly existential crisis. “Do you really think we need to be fixed?”

He knew the answer already. That Lucien was avoiding it was just proof that he was still childishly clinging to a lot of old beliefs that he wasn’t ready to let go of. Once they were gone, he would never get them back, like an old leather coat that had grown too small but had been so useful and well-loved that it hurt to set it aside. It was as if he believed all the years he spent needing the coat would simply stop existing and it would feel like he wasted years on mending and taking care of something he was just going to grow out of. A sunk cost fallacy down to the marrow of his identity- if I let go, then what does that mean for everything I’ve held onto? If I change, then what was the point of who I was? If I stop hurting now, then I could have stopped any time and I didn’t.

There was only so much a person could do to insist upon change. You couldn’t make it happen. It simply would if it were going to, but maybe not at the speed you would have hoped. Lucien’s growth had been sporadic, prone to backwards steps, but fuck if he wasn’t blooming underneath his layers of scar tissue. There were just still things within him that needed to be bled of the rot once and for all and only Lucien, himself, could hold the scalpel. No one else could. Not even Molly, who hadn’t so much wielded a scalpel this whole time but a hammer.

“No,” he finally said, because Molly could see everything else as clearly as if he’d been monologuing again. He didn’t actually need to put more words to it. “I don’t think we need to be fixed.”

Molly, relieved by this bit of honesty and more than a little proud, stepped closer and tapped the spade of his tail against Lucien’s. The gesture surprised him so much he almost fell off the rail, but he managed to get his other foot down to brace himself. The reaction was almost laughable- somewhere between stunned and offended, eyes wide as saucers in the golden planes of his freckled face. Maybe he’d never known another tiefling well enough to receive any kind of tail-based affection. He was shocked Jester- who had taught him- hadn’t been introducing the concept to Lucien near constantly.

Knowing Jester, she was probably expecting him to be the first, because it made more sense that he and Lucien should get closer, to bond the way family did.

That was a thought. It would have made Molly recoil months ago, but now he invited the concept in like an old friend. You have more family than you know, you fucker. You’re getting there. You and the Tombtakers are healing together. You could heal with us too.

You will heal with us too, not because you don’t have a choice, but because we’re not willing to let you go now that we’ve got you here.

He slipped back inside, knowing better than to talk too much and ruin a good thing (at least at this moment- maybe next time he isn’t so savvy or he pushes his buttons too much for him to not have the last word but that’s next time), leaving Lucien with his stunned reaction to freely given affection and the comforting reassurance that they were on the same page about something at least, even if he wasn’t ready to say more than he had to out loud.

That was fine. Lucien needed to learn to listen more than anything else. If he wasn’t talking too much, then he was definitely paying attention. Keep watching and maybe you’ll learn something about how ridiculous it was to be miserable just because you’ve already devoted so much time to it and you don’t want to give it up. Maybe you can be happy and miserable at the same time. We all do it.

Molly especially knew this, because pain was as much a part of Lucien’s soul as joy was to his own. Neither would survive relying solely on those two things. It had been a long time since Molly had ignored all else solely to chase joy and in that time, he had learned to sit with his pain. He was doing it now, still thinking of Caleb and Essek’s betrayal and letting it hurt even underneath the buzz of the wine.

Lucien, conversely, sat with pain so much that he saw everything as something that would or already had hurt him. Joy was fleeting and sometimes came with knives. He had to stay vigilant and not get distracted. He dismissed good experiences to focus on the bad and that focus needed to shift, because nothing was going to change either experience- that already happened. He needed a lot more joy that didn’t terrify him. He got some of it tonight with Cree if that dance was any indication.

Considering that, Molly turned and walked back to the balcony and grabbed Lucien by his capelet to tug him off the rail, which he responded to by digging his heels in before Molly could haul him forwards. It worked because even with his level of determination, he wasn’t capable of hauling nearly two hundred pounds of dead weight muscle down a hall.

Lucien’s anger at the manhandling was more of an indignant squawk though, so that was something. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“We’re going to go eat fondue and drink and not talk about anyone’s damage or Essek or anything. I’m gonna sit with how shite this night was later and really think on it- probably- but right now you have no reason to be miserable and that fascinates me. I feel like we could do more with that.”

He tugged him again and Lucien stumbled over the threshold into the hall, but didn’t try to yank himself free and head in the opposite direction, at least. Genuine curiosity will always win out in these scenarios.

“Right. Well. I’m not one to waste free food and alcohol when it presents itself.” Lucien’s smile was tight, but it wasn’t like he was holding back a grimace so much as it was like he was holding back a laugh.

That was something anyway.

#cr fic #wip wednesday #you can't deny high noon

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zenwhoberi · 10 months

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3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

go into any gotg character tag 🤭

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

in gotg i don’t think this has ever really happened for me?

in other stuff though, oh boy. solas dragon age in the no. 1 contender. his fans are insane. a lot of dragon age is ruined by annoying fans actually lmfao

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

i guess this is the violence game, so I’ll be a bitch about it. mcu gamora took away all her teeth and made her the mum friend. vol3 making her a bit cunty was a breath of fresh air. that’s the gamora i know and love <3

otherwise just general stuff i’ve talked about before. whitewashing the guardians to make them all good and wholesome and whatever when they’re kind of a fucked up frankenstein group who are trying their best but aren’t exactly the healthiest. peter being a clown. that kind of thing.

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

like i said before, some parts of the annihilation saga…. Yaaaaaaaawn. any time earth heroes show up to hang out. boring. with a handful of exceptions, earth stuff in general. I’m falling asleep.

#ask #jakobslock

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sophieseals · 1 year

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What’s special about guardians of the galaxy as well is I think it manages to walk the fine line of having death be present and something that could very much happen to our main characters but also choosing to keep them all alive at the end of the trilogy. Not only is it nice to see finished arcs but I’ve never once felt as if the stakes were not high in these films and could not result in a main character death. James Gunn does a good job at showing he isn’t afraid to go there with what happened with Yondu at the end of gotg 2 (and providing a very meaningful death to him beneficial to his arc) and to an extension even shows this with rockets friends (lyla teeths floor) in the third film. I 100% felt as if multiple guardians would die I’m this film and whilst it did come close everyone made it out okay! This is a change from what we see in previous media where the line has pushed to one side too much where it can get annoyingly repetitive and boring because there is no tension or, death can happen too frequently that it’s a joke.

#guardians of the galaxy #ryan coogler #does this too #he is very good at walking that line #this also still happens in the mcu #infinity war did not fix character deaths for me #like if we count infinity war and endgame how many people actually died #like five #and it was supposed to be this big battle?#gotg3 #gotg vol 3 spoilers #gotg #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #James Gunn #gotg gamora #groot #gotg rocket #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 spoilers

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maki-matsurra · 1 year

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Rocket Raccoon Playlist

Hi everyone!

Wowowow it’s been a LONG time since I made a post, which I am so sorry about that, and I’ll be working on requests this weekend!

Since the GOTG 3 trailer came out, I decided to make a playlist for our favorite raccoon!

Hope you guys enjoy!

Want to send in a request? Start Here!

Ain’t No Thing Like Me, Except Me Playlist

E = Explicit

1. I Love Rock ‘N Roll - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

2. Cherry Bomb - The Runaways

3. Bad Reputation - Joan Jett

4. Running Up That Hill (A Deal with God) - Kate Bush

5. Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears

6. Why Do I - Set It Off

7. Vandalize E - ONE OK ROCK

8. Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing (feat. William Beckett) - Set It Off

9. Angel With a Shotgun - The Cab

10. All Eyes On You - Smash Into Pieces

11. Scared of the Dark (feat. XXXTENTACION) - Lil Wayne & Ty Dolla $ign

12. Without Me - Eminem

13. Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer

14. Forever Fall (feat. Casey Lee Williams) - Jeff Williams

15. Undefeatable (feat. Kellin Quinn) - SEGA / Tomoya Ohtani

#matsurraplaylists #rocket gotg #gotg rocket #gotg #rocket raccoon #gotg rocket raccoon

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mytheoristavenue · 9 months

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GOTG Rocket x Reader - The Ache

Summary: You and Rocket have never gotten along, but your mutual hate will never stop the ache in your bellies.

Warnings: unrealized love, angst, romanticization of toxic dynamics, romantic/sexual feelings without action, longing, double-sided, takes place between vol. 2 and infinity war, reptilian!alien!reader

Escalation. Everything had to escalate, every tiny disagreement. But that's to be expected when your family consists of a lizard, a bug, a sapling, a rodent, three assassins, and a celestial demi-god. Gamora had called it growing pains, but at this point, you weren't sure anymore. Quill had suggested that everyone was just cramped in the ship and grumpy because of it, but maybe he just wasn't ready to accept the fact none of you actually liked eachother.

Actually, that wasn't necessarily true. You liked some of your teammates, Mantis and Groot, for example. Drax and Gamora were also good company, and Quill introduced you to many of your favorite songs. Occasionally, you could even squeeze engaging conversations out of Nebula. That only left...Rocket.

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"Get outta here," he grumbled, dropping spare parts at his feet and disregarding you immediately upon entering your shared living space. You afforded him a sideways glare and scoffed, not bothering to look up from the sappy romance novel you were taking in.

"You can't just kick me out, Rocket, this is my room too." You chided from your bottom bunk, inches from his back. If you were willing to pay him any mind, you would've seen his fur stand up on end at your response.

"Yeah well, it was my room first and I need space to work. You can read that stupid chicklit anywhere ya want, but unless you wanna go into the next mission with a busted blaster, you better get." He barked, hunching over on the floor, going to work.

"I told you I don't need your help fixing it. I'm taking it to a professional when we land, asshole. Now give it back." You growled, sitting up and slamming the paperback down on the bed.

"No," he said frankly. "It's my job to fix shit when it breaks, so I'm fixing it. And for your information, I am a professional. Now get lost."

"Rocket, give me back my blaster, I don't want you working on it!" you protested, sharply standing up and narrowly missing his bunk with your head. "If you don't give it back, I'm telling Quill that you've been going through my stuff again!" It wouldn't have been a lie, either. You knew full and well that that gun was in your personal trunk earlier in the day. There was no way he'd 'just found it'.

Rocket went rigid, offended, and dropped the pieces in his hands. "Why don't you want me working on it? I made the damn thing in the first place, why wouldn't I be qualified to fix it, your highness?"

"Oh, don't give me that! You think I haven't noticed how it's only my stuff that breaks? You'll make the same thing for everyone, but somehow the one I get breaks every other week!" You huffed, fists clenched and eyes narrowed.

Finally, Rocket turned back to look at you, his nose nearly grazing your thigh in the sardine tin you called a bedroom. Rabid coal eyes bored into you as he stared you down, bearing teeth and growling. "And just what are ya implyin' there, princess?"

His intimidation tactics only triggered your own instinctual aggression, making your scaly tail sway as a warning, your lip curling up and revealing a jagged and carnivorous grin. "You're sabotaging my weapons and I know it."

"Take it back," he warned. "Now."

"No," you tested, leaning down closer to him. With shoulders bouncing with labored breath, he tried to calm himself to no avail. Suddenly, before you could register what had happened, you brought your hand to your burning cheek. Warm, red blood dressed your fingertips as you drew them back to observe them. In the background of your vision, Rocket shrunk against the wall, chest heaving.

"I-I'm sorry..." he whispered, barely audibly. "I-I didn't mean to-"

"Y-You scratched me...?" the hurt in your voice melted his resolve even further as you pressed your back to the bunks in an effort to be even centimeters further from him. Finally, you'd gained enough courage to bolt out of the door he was partially blocking, bounding over him like spooked prey. He watched you disappear within the depths of the ship, sobbing, likely to go tattle on him.

Rocket slid to the floor, holding his head in his hands. He didn't like hurting people, at least not ones that weren't hurting him first. But you'd hurt his feelings, right? He wracked his brain trying to justify how poorly he always treated you.

You were the thorn in Rocket's side, a headache that refused to subside. You got stuck in his fur and crept under his skin like an infection. He had become sickly addicted to yelling at you and eagerly awaited altercations with you. He was just excited to put you in your place, he'd tell himself. Winning arguments with you would get him so incredibly high, and losing them, incredibly low, all he could do to return to neutrality was relieve himself.

But he hated you, right? Rocket hated you so much, that sometimes, he'd listen to you snore from above when he couldn't sleep. Only to have something to bully you for the next day, of course.

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You stared at your disfigured face in the mirror, standing in the cubical of a bathroom that you all shared. Lightly, you drug your fingers over the quartet of shallow cuts. Sometimes you'd squeeze your cheek, just to watch a sparse dots of red surface. You were still in shock, unable to believe he'd actually tried to harm you.

Maybe you'd pushed him too far, maybe he really did hate you. Maybe you really did hate him. What you couldn't question, however, was the way your tummy churned at the sight and sensation. You couldn't possibly be aroused from this? God, you were sick.

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You lay flat on your back, back in your bunk with Rocket in the same position above, with nothing between you but air, aluminum bars, and a thin mattress. You could hear his shallow breathing, and you wondered if he was asleep or not, not that you were willing to check.

"(Y/N)," he finally spoke, swallowing painfully and running a paw over his forehead to soothe himself in some way. "You awake?"

You were almost scared to answer. What was the correct choice? Was he going to do something to you if you didn't answer? Would it be better to pretend to be asleep to avoid a fight? "Mhmm." you responded shakily.

"I was just gonna say, I put your blaster and a few spare parts in a box in your trunk," he mumbled, barely above a whisper. "Ya might wanna tell whoever ya take it to upgrade the trigger to something with less resistance, that should fix it for good."

"Thank you..." you breathed, quiet as a mouse. "I'll tell him."

"I'm sorry..." he stammered from above, curling himself in a comforting ball. "For...ya know? Does it still hurt...?"

"A little." you answered timidly. "They weren't very deep, it'll probably heal without any scarring."

Rocket's muscles instinctively relaxed at that, relieved he wouldn't have to look at your disfigured face and be reminded of his monstrous temper for long. "That's good..."

"I'm sorry I insulted you..." you confessed, lying still so as not to let the creaking bed disturb the quiet.

"Don't be, I'd be suspicious too." He finally let go of a breath he didn't know he was keeping. "And, for the record, I haven't been giving you broken tech on purpose, but I guess..." he halted, unsure if or how to admit his dark pleasures. "I guess I do kinda like it when we fight..."

"...Why?" you asked, a bit sickened.

Rocket's jaws parted again, as he thought he'd finally found the words to say, but suddenly, there was a searing ache in his chest. Reaching up, as if to catch it in his paws, he sighed. This wasn't the time, he hadn't come to terms with it yet.

"I guess...I just really can't stand you."

#gotg x reader #rocket raccon x reader #rocket x reader angst #rocket angst #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon x you #rocket raccoon x y/n #gotg rocket #gotg rocket x reader #gotg

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caatws · 9 months

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If anyone got mad at you for calling Rocket a Raccoon they're not even worth taking seriously. Part of his arc was accepting he is in fact a Raccoon. How are people who supposedly love him missing that? He literally says at one point that his name is Rocket Raccoon.

Maybe it's because I've never been a huge Gunn fanatic the way some guardians fans are but I'm not understanding why people can't see he's not perfect or infallible when it comes to his writing. Gamora's called a green whore in vol 1 for no good reason. There's a whole running gag about Mantis being ugly in vol 2 that isn't all that funny or respectful to her character. Drax has his intelligence mocked for laughs in vol 3. I saw mcu fans up in arms about the Russo's making Thor a joke because of his drinking in EG but they think Gunn's writing is perfect. Many people were livid Natasha didn't get a funeral and only had her team talk once by the lake after she died. Gamora got no funeral, no moment of any kind from her team and nobody but Peter is sad she died. I love gotg but it's delusional to act like that's not a flaw.

I question if people watched vol 1 and 2 or IW before Gamora died. She had the second largest amount of screen time in all 3 movies. In vol 3 she has less screentime than all the main characters. In vol 1 and 2 she's the female lead with decent influence on the story. In vol 3 she's a side character with minimal development and her arc is understanding why her murdered counterpart had a relationship with Peter. In vol 1 the characters grow to care about her and this continues in vol 2 with multiple relationships built up. In vol 3 only Peter cares about 2018 Gamora and only Nebula cares about 2014 Gamora. In vol 1 and 2 Gamora was recognized as a prominent member of the Guardians of the Galaxy and you could find her included in a solid amount of merch as time went on. In vol 3 she's not made a member of the team, after the movie a lot of people don't consider her a hero and trying to find merch for her is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

This is only some of the issues and it's more than enough evidence Gamora's writing is not anywhere near the level it once was and her character is far less important in vol 3 than any other movie she's appeared in. If people want to argue with you they're lying through their teeth. Stay strong my friend!

Part of his arc was accepting he is in fact a Raccoon.

no bc literally i couldn't stop thinking abt this lmfaoooo

but yeah literally, gunn's writing when it came to the female and poc characters has always been....well it's Something. and it culminated in gamora's total demotion from co-lead of the franchise to estranged supporting character in vol 3.

i think what ppl are not realizing is that i would still have this same critique had any of the other characters esp the white and/or male ones had taken center stage like rocket did in vol 3 because of what had happened to gamora in iw/eg. like that was something that needed to be fixed or at the very least Addressed in some way, and whether it was rocket or drax or kraglin or whoever taking the lead in vol 3, i still would've been disappointed and frustrated by the lack of acknowledgement of the events of iw/eg (for Everyone too, not even with just what happened to gamora) and the lack of effort to at least give gamora her family back. and idk how many times i have to keep saying it, but just bc something is made to be in character doesn't make it a good story or ending for the character. like if gunn had written some grand tale where rocket just fucked off and left the gotg but made it in character would all these ppl be happy with that? doubt it!

#ty for this anon <333 #madibox

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raccoonfallsharder · 9 months

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Chapter 5/20 - Window Across the Galaxy

girl falls first; raccoon falls harder.

He crosses his arms, almost defensively, like he’s waiting for something. She racks her brain for what it could be, and comes up empty, so she just focuses on her food for a minute. She can feel his eyes on her: still calculating, still a little suspicious. To distract them both, she asks, “Where do you want to go after I get back?” She pauses consideringly. “Or do you need more time here?” She glances toward him and - oh, there it is. His whole body has tightened: shoulders raising, folded arms tensing, teeth gritting. “I gotta go to the Kyln.”

Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave.

this chapter might sound like it has a lot of plot but it has none. none plot. lots of dialogue and exposition. thank you for bearing with me. kinda feel like maybe i should have broken this one up a bit more but if I do that 20 chapters are gonna turn into, like, 50

Please see behind the cut for a more general summary/notes/links to preceding chapters/a brief preview to Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. Some day I'll figure out a good way to format these posts (open to suggestions n that front).

General Summary~

let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best raccoon

#rocket raccoon fanfiction #rocket raccoon x oc #slow burn #enemies to friends to lovers #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #gotg fanfiction #rocket racoon x reader #rocket fanfiction #gotg #angst with a happy ending

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greatgigintheskiess · 2 years

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A Broken Promise

[GotG Oneshot|Hurt/Comfort|Fluff]

CW: Implied Abuse, Bruising, Whump, Unconcious, (mentioned) Violent actions

Word Count: 2.4 k

I actually wanted to write this whump ff for a long time now but wasn't sure about the outcome of it. Can't help it, I'm a sucker for the Found Family trope ahhhhghf... :')

Enjoy this cute lil oneshot :D

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He had no idea how long he was laying there on the cold metal flooring. It could've been hours or several minutes. Peter's mind began to slowly drift away, he couldn't see anything through the darkness and his blurred eyesight. And then there was pain. On his upper arm, hip, his right thigh. His head was aching, as his legs from severe exhaustion. Upon the boy's flushed cheeks ran tears, his lips were cracked and bleeding while the little body was trembling in a mix of fear, cold and agony. He was weeping, letting out a soft cry along with quiet sobbing that filled the silence of the empty hall.

The child's crying became faintly, when he felt someone's strong hands reaching under his knees and on his back, slowly pulling him up, which made him wince and whimper to his injured body. He didn't dare to look the one in the eye, who was holding him in his arms, as he was too scared it would be another of them and he would be beaten up again for disobeying their orders or just for fun. Second mostly followed with the first one.

"Who done this to ya, boy?"

The voice was a familiar one, although out of everyone on this ship, Peter would've lastly expected it to be Yondu, who came here. The kid slowly blinked his eyes open to look at the man while pressing together his lips, tears still streaming down. Peter opened his mouth, he tried to respond to the question the captain asked.

"I didn't listen... to them...", The child muttered under his breath in a weakened voice, but loud enough that he understood what the boy meant.

Yondu knew very well who was responsible for that. He knew that part of his crew had been out on a mission in one of the galaxy's most dangerous quadrants. And it wasn't difficult to count one and one together to tell that they dragged along the boy on it too.

Blame on yerself. Should 'ave done what 'em told ya.

Thoughts like these ran through the Centaurian's head. He seemed to not rather care about the fact that they had beaten Peter up but they had ignored his order when he told them to leave the boy alone so that he could focus on his combat training sessions.

Fuckin' bums.

But also considering that they even dared to lay a finger on the child - not to mention he had threatened them if they ever did - made him grit his teeth in anger. He cussed them for that in his mind, screwed up his face in the thought of how they probably stood there in a circle, laughing while the kid cried and pleaded in pain.

Without any hesitant he decided to surely have a little chat with them about that, tomorrow morning.

But right now, his gaze fell upon the wounded child in his arms, which he had carried from the ship's hangar into his own quartier. He felt that the boy was shivering, probably because of the cold or because he was afraid of what would happen next. Completely unfounded was that fear though, when the Centaurian laid the small frail body on the way too big bed. Peter winced and whimpered in cause of his several wounds when he lay down, pulling his legs closer to his body.

"It hurts so much...", He quietly whined.

And although some would anticipate to say something like I know, i'm sorry or don't cry, you're safe now, like that were the words that came firstly to someone's mind when seeing the injured child, he still responded with the same old tone: "Better save 'em breath of yours, boy."

For real, if the boy will continue making such a fuss about every little thing, no one would ever take him seriously on this ship- by the lack of respect they all already have for the Terran. His crewmen were already annoyed by the child's permanent complaining and whining, so if it wasn't for Yondu, the kid would be pretty much dead by now.

The Centaurian had eyed the still shivering child for a moment or two, until he took a blanket from the bed and covered him with it, so that the boy would finally stop crying, for flark's sake.

Peter immediately felt the warmth as he was wrapped in the blanket which nestled softly around his small body. As he tried to slowly turn on the side, he narrowed his eyes, letting out a little sob as his hip still was aching. He started to feel dizzy as from the exhaustion or all the crying, that he felt his pulse pounding in his head.

"My head hurts..." Peter complained while slightly screwing up his face as he turned his head towards the captain.

No wonder from all 'em cryin'.

"I want ya to rest now, boy. Kraglin be there tomorrow checkin' up those wounds." Yondu mumbled to the boy who peered at him with reddened eyes, looking so exhaused and tired, but also ever so slightly comforted.

His voice was so unusually calm but also completely stolid, so you could not make any emotions out of it, that Peter wondered why that was the case. Wasn't he the one who also had beaten Peter up during their training sessions, just so that the boy learned to fight? How was he then the one comforting him too, after his crew did it now instead? To be fair, then he only gave the kid a black eye - almost nothing compared to what he experienced today - but that still appeared odd to Peter.

"And stop bawlin' yer eyes out, boy. It's makin' me furious." Followed right afterwards.

Peter paused and his glance fell again to Yondu, still no sign of emotion. The kid wondered if he was annoyed with him. Usually annoyance looked different on the Centaurian's face. Gritted teeth, accompanied with warning glances and snarls; whenever Peter got in trouble for something. Mostly, it was also him being lectured by the Ravager about sentiments being a sign of weakness over and over again.

"Never show 'em ya vulnerable." He always gets to hear.

or "Boy, quit whinin' now or i'll let 'em eat'cha!" or "One more complainin' of yers and ya'll be dinner!"

Soon or later Peter got used to it. He got used to the threats, to the constant mocking. Life among a bunch of coldhearted cruel pirates sure wasn't easy for a child like him but he also had nowhere else to go. They were his family now.

After a moment of both staring at each other in silence, the Centaurian had averted his eyes from the child and wanted leave the room, when Peter dared to speak up and raise the question that had now circled in his mind all along.

"Why are you doing that?" The child asked.

"Doin' what?"

"Being nice to me..." The captain hesitated after that sentence.

He couldn't help but smile and turned back to the bed, to the kid, who was looking up to him in a confused expression and big tired eyes. Sure, it was rare that he showed - if even- some kind of affinity towards others, praise was also something you won't get to hear from him ever nor nice words coming out of his mouth. So he understood the boy's confusion and was also a bit amused by it.

After a brief moment of pondering and thinking what to reply to such a question, Yondu eventually went back and sat on the edge of the bed next to Peter as if he was a parent telling their child a bedtime story.

"Well, if ya want me to kick ya outta 'ere and punish ya for wailin' down there, that's fine too, boy." The Centaurian ducked his chin until he could meet the child’s eyes while his crooked grin revealed some of his skewed teeth, of which Peter had been so afraid the first time he ever saw him.

A lot has changed since. During his first days on the ship, the kid was terrified of everything and everyone, flinched when any of them - including the captain - came too close. At first, Peter had refused to eat anything the Ravagers tried to give him, so that to the point, where the boy was close to starving, Kraglin had made him something that was closest to food on Terra and Yondu had forced him to eat it.

It's been a year since.

Peter interrupted these thoughts by another question as he didn't comment on the reply the Centaurian had given him. He changed the topic.

"Kraglin keeps telling me something about a Ravager code. What is that actually?" The kid wanted to know and looked up to the captain, still sitting on the bed's edge right beside him. The boy's bright green eyes met his as he raised that question.

"When ya become a Ravager one day, you gotta follow our code. Keepin' an eye on yer crew, never betrayin' each other, that's the thing." He told Peter, who still glanced at him with big eyes. "That's how ya be gainin' honor above all."

By speaking out these words, he again became aware that he already broke that code by the abominations he committed when taking innocent children to Ego for big rewards and a promise that nothing would happen to them. A promise that was now broken. And Peter was that broken promise. The boy lay there beside him, breathing, listening to him as he told him that. He was the only one among many who survived, who got a chance to live, to become a man, a Ravager. Someone better than he himself could ever be.

"It says, when ya die as Ravager, 'em skies will be filled with colors of all kinds, shinin' above your grave." Yondu then continued, looking out of the windows of the quartier, remembering, when his captain had told him that back then. "Showin', yer life was worth it."

Peter had listened so interested in what the captain was telling him. He imagined how such a funeral would look like. Bright colors, accompanied by pretty nebulae and millions of stars. So different from funerals on Terra, where they just put dead bodies in a wooden box under the ground. Kinda sad when you think about it.

"I think that's beautiful..." The child said quietly, slowly starting to close his eyes, which the Centaurian didn't notice as he was still staring outside the room's windows into the vastness of space.

He averted his eyes.

"Well, I dunno how ya Terran's funerals be lookin' like but here in space we-

He hesitated in the next moment, when noticing that the boy had snuggled to him. Peter was laying there on the man's lap, breathing softly as his eyes were closed. The tears had disappeared from his flushed cheeks, his heartbeat slowed down, the little body stopped trembling. Something about that tiny way of showing affection made his heart skip a beat.

He had absolutely no idea how to react in such a situation. What to do, what not. So he stayed still, didn't even dare moving an inch as to not wake the kid and just watched him. And he just couldn't understand why the hell he was so nervous. He'd never been a man to hesitate or overthink a lot. Never had he feared something - not even death - when putting himself over and over again in mortal danger. But now, all of this side of him was gone. Washed away in an instant moment of physical affection.

Sentiments, duh.

He had sworn to himself to never grow something pathetic like such. He didn't even know what those were actually, tried to keep them away as far possible from him.

But then the boy came into his life. The little Terran, who is so full of joy and life, who seemed to warm up the Centaurian's cold heart.

One brief moment after, he carefully put one hand on the boy's shoulder - not even fully understanding why though - and slowly pulled him a bit closer to his side. The kid let out a soft whimper in his sleep but didn't wake up, to his relief. In his mind, Yondu cursed to himself, as he forgot about the wound on the child's upper arm.

Damn it, yer such an idiot!

He didn't want to hurt the boy even more, he has been suffering enough tonight. The child finally got the sleep he deserved.

So he listened to his breaths in silence, watched the slow rise and falls of the little chest and the softness in the boy's face.

It was...

adorable.

Heck.

The Centaurian pushed these thoughts aside.

And yeah, he could try to make it appear like he didn't care, that he also just could've left the boy down there in the cold hangar. But there was something, deep down in his heart, that told him otherwise.

Hell, what'chu doin' there, you moron?

It certainly wouldn't seem like it but deeply he adored everything about the boy; his smile, when he listens to his Terran music, his witty and easygoing demeanor, his stubborn yet so sensitive and frail mind. He adores talking to Peter, wheter he teases or praises him, he adores watching him dance secretly at night in the canteen when everyone is asleep, he adores teaching Peter how to fly a space ship, shoot with a gun or steal things without anyone noticing.

Ever since he saw the boy that night, he had a feeling, which he had never experienced before. Before, it was like his mind had been completely dull, no life, as if he was a statue, not even a living being. That child had made him feel at least something, for the first time in his frickin' god forsaken life.

Since the day of Peter's abduction, Yondu realized he would do anything in his power just to protect the kid and make sure he is safe from this cruel universe.

Is that love, he wonders.

How could he tell? He himself never knew how it feels to be loved. How should he then be able to give love to others?

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