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oswildin · 3 months

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MY LOKI SPOTIFY PLAYLISTS

(and marvel related playlists)

POV PLAYLISTS (YOU X LOKI)

pov: enemies to lovers with loki laufeyson (it’s complicated) // “would you bleed for me?” - halsey // features artists like: florence + the machine, billie eilish, maneskin, rihanna, arctic monkeys (indie rock/dark pop)

pov: best friends to lovers with loki laufeyson // “pauses then says ‘you’re my bestfriend’, you knew what it was, he is in love.” - taylor swift // features artists like: mitski, lorde, the 1975, lana del rey, taylor swift (indie pop/ballads/soft pop)

pov: you’re in love with loki laufeyson despite everything (angst) // “but you love me wrong.” - allie x // features artists like: marina, melanie martinez, aurora, olivia rodrigo, miley cyrus, allie x (indie pop/soft pop/power ballads)

pov: loki wants to do “terrible, awful things… to you” // “think I need someone older.” - isabel larosa // features artists like: she wants revenge, beyonce, the neighbourhood, the weeknd, k.flay, isabel larosa (electronic pop/dark pop)

pov: relaxing with loki laufeyson // “calm again, i feel warm again.” - aurora // features artists like: mitski, the 1975, taylor swift, billie eilish, bleachers, aurora (soft pop/acoustic pop/indie)

pov: you domesticated loki laufeyson and now you’re dancing in the kitchen // “if you dance, I’ll dance.” - lana del rey // features artists like: abba, børns, adele, the goo goo dolls, harry styles, lana del rey (mixed genres/feel good/ballads)

pov: you give loki an ipod with songs you think he’d like // “one day I’ll watch as you’re leaving cause you got tired of my scheming.” - taylor swift // features artists like: rina sawayama, twenty one pilots, marina, billie eilish, lady gaga, taylor swift (mixed genres/pop/soft pop)

LOKI CHARACTER PLAYLISTS

songs that are loki coded // “the truth is you have to be soft to be strong.” - marina // features artists like: panic at the disco, melanie martinez, linkin park, idkhbtfm, aurora, marina (mixed genres/pop/rock/electronica)

songs that are thor!loki coded (don’t ask me why) // “tired of being what you want me to be.” - linkin park // features artists like: twenty one pilots, royal & the serpent, willow, yungblud, aurora, linkin park (indie rock/indie pop)

songs that are avengers!loki coded (don’t ask me why) // “live a villain, die an icon.” - ashnikko // features artists like: halsey, poppy, demi lovato, rina sawayama, maneskin, ashnikko (rock/dark pop)

songs that are dark world!loki coded (don’t ask me why) // “you set my soul alight.” - muse // features artists like: depeche mode, nine inch nails, mother mother, my chemical romance, muse (rock/dark pop/indie)

songs that are ragnarok!loki coded (don’t ask me why) // “I know I created myself.” - aurora // features artists like: idkhbtfm, imagine dragons, maneskin, marina, gerard way, aurora (indie rock/indie pop)

songs that make me think of s1 of loki // “I don’t wanna be a monster anymore.” - rina sawayama // features artists like: gorillaz, grimes, twenty one pilots, blondie, lorde, rina sawayama (indie pop/dark pop/rock)

songs that make me think of s2 of loki // “all of this is temporary.” - halsey // features artists like: aurora, paramore, poppy, taylor swift, coldplay, halsey (indie pop/rock/ballads)

MARVEL POV PLAYLISTS (YOU X MARVEL)

pov: you’re the villain in the mcu

pov: you’re in the spider-verse

pov: you travel the galaxy

pov: dancing in a bar on contraxia

pov: you’re the new avenger

OTHER PLAYLISTS

songs that sylvie listens to in her 1982 pickup truck

songs that are sylvie laufeydottir coded (don’t ask me why)

songs that remind me of sylki

songs that remind me of lokius

pov: loki is drunk at a sakaarian party & the grandmaster is the dj (💅🏻🏳️‍🌈🍸)

loki laufeyson (guardians of the galaxy version)

#loki #loki playlist #marvel playlist #loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki x you #loki pov #marvel pov #mcu pov #mcu playlist #spotify playlist #character playlist #marvel x you #loki laufeyson #loki marvel

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ohbloggerimagines · 11 months

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Hello! How are you? I hope your day is going swell :)

I love your possessive/protective!Rocket X Reader headcanons! The subconscious actions of him trying to keep her safe are so CUTE

Would I be able to request a oneshot of when the Guardians were out, Rocket noticed someone, or a group, staring at (Y/N), so he walked behind her, blocking their view of her ass.

Maybe he pat her hip/ass, something that was a normal thing between Rocket and (Y/N), so she just instinctively scratches behind his ears while Rocket glares or smirks at the stranger/s.

i feel like i could've done better with this one so i might end up redoing it ;;

also i refuse to belive gamora and peter are no longer together so just believe they are ! ill die on that hill

pairing: rocket raccoon x fem!reader

word count: 558

tags: gotg, rocket raccoon x reader, fem! reader, possesive rocket

“Rocky!” You shouted happily, pointing to one of the many shops within Contraxia, almost swooning over the handmade beanies being sold. “The hell you need one of those for? I can make you one! Besides, you get one every time we come here!” He grumbled, waving the shop off and making you groan and roll your eyes.

You and the Guardians needed a break, deciding to stop off at your favorite icy planets for a few drinks. It was pretty packed that day, Rocket making sure you stayed close to him and the group in general with all the idiots and pickpocketers around.

Passing the Iron Lotus, you watched Peter’s wandering eyes almost get slapped out of their sockets by Gamora, making you and Mantis snicker. You two were good friends, being able to have girl talk without being judged was nice. You stepped a little ahead Rocket, lightly bumping Mantis and striking up conversation about how cold it was, and all the little things you two definitely needed to buy.

“I saw this super cute jacket last time we were here, hopefully I can find it before we go. It would look so good on you!” You conversed with her, “You think? We must find it later!” Mantis beamed, excited to hang out with you.

Rocket’s head was on a swivel, watching every single person that walked by or even those who stood at the shops. He was not taking any chances with idiots this time.

There were so many..men everywhere. His nerves were on edge.

Finally, the crew made it to their favorite hole in the wall bar, the Whistling Outpost. Quant enough that nothing too crazy went on, but it was never a dull vibe inside. There was a line outside the door, a guard checking everyone's name on his tablet to make sure they weren’t letting in any stowaways or general freaks.

Peter and Gamora were in the front, behind them was Drax and Nebula, followed by you and Mantis still chattering away, with a very attached raccoon at your side.

He could feel the eyes not only on him but on you. Rocket’s eyes scanned around slowly to find the idiot who thought it was a good idea to stare at what was his. There was a group of them, dirty, drunk, and daring, staring and pointing while making quiet suggestive comments the keen raccoon could hear. Rocket decided not to make a big deal tonight, he just wanted to relax..

Instead, he slyly turned his body to face you, blocking their view of your ass and anything else they might want to stare at, creating a barrier but not making too much of an issue. He glanced over at the group, noticing a slight change in their stature. Rocket gently tapped your ass, his paw sliding to your belt loop and hooking his finger through it to hang on to you.

You felt his comforting touch and without missing a beat you glanced down at him and scratched lightly behind his ear, smiling at him before going back to talking Mantis’ ear off.

Rocket grinned, turning back to the drunken group, taunting them with his smirk. The look of defeat on their faces was enough for him to enjoy it.

No one got to look at you when he was around.

#rocket raccoon #gotg3 #rocket raccoon x reader #gotg2

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shyficwriter · 5 months

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8 & T - Yondu X daughter reader ❤️

Thanks for the prompt! 8. Snow down back of neck T. Tickling [Send me a prompt and I'll write a drabble]

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"Zip up your jacket." Yondu scolded you flatly as he locked up the ship.

You ignored him and continued chattering about the winter festival that would be happening in the nearby town the next day and how excited you were to see the lights. "I read that the trees look like mini nebulas they're so bright!"

Yondu had decided to take the crew on the rare vacation that wasn't on Contraxia. Currently most of his men were in the town drinking it up and the two of you were heading to join Kraglin and Peter by an out-of-the-way ice-fishing hole that Yondu was familiar with. He had sent them ahead to set up while he and you stayed back to repair your collapse-able fishing rod.

Yondu knew the repair would have actually only needed maybe five minutes to complete, but hey, it got him out of having to saw holes in the frozen lake and he knew you wouldn't complain either.

Now the two of you were on your way to join them, following the tracks they had left in the snow.

"Eh- probably exaggerated to bring in tourists," Yondu said, responding to your earlier comment about the lights.

"Can't you let yourself be excited for once?" you half-whine, half-tease.

Yondu glanced at you with a grin. "Nope."

You playfully punch him in the arm.

He returned your playful punch, and told you again to zip up your jacket.

Again you ignored him, a mischievous grin forming on your lips as you allowed yourself to fall behind in your pace just long enough to quickly grab some snow from the ground before recovering your pace to rejoin him at his side.

You turn the subject towards a job you knew was coming up after this vacation would be over, asking about the planet it was to be set on. This, of course, was just a means of distraction before you enacted your mischief. Nothing big. Just a little snow down his back... heck, you could probably blame one of the trees overhead for it.

Yondu starts to answer, and you think you're in the clear to pull off your prank, but the second you go to raise your arm he reaches out and grabs your wrist, making your hand open on instinct and drop its snow.

He turns to you with an eye roll and a smirk, still holding your wrist. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice? You gotta be sneakier than that, kid."

It takes a second for the shock to wear off, but once you recover you return his smirk with one of your own. "Or have a good backup plan!" and with that you swung your other hand up over his shoulder and shoved the other handful of snow you had grabbed down the back of his coat, sure that you possibly even made some of it go down into the back of his shirt.

Yondu's eyes widened and he recoiled as soon as the cold hit his skin, immediately releasing your wrist so he could reach back and attempt to fish out any un-melted snow- though of course that was a lost cause.

In the meantime you just stood there, laughing your ass off.

After a moment Yondu turns back toward you and narrows his eyes. "Betcha thought that was real funny, didn't ya? Real proud of yerself, ain't ya?"

Still giggling, you nod. However, your giggling slows once you notice the look on his face.

He steps towards you and just glares at you for a moment. By now you had stopped giggling and started to wonder how many toilets he was gonna make you clean back on the Eclector for your little stunt.

The silence hung for a good couple moments before Yondu spoke. Eyeing you, a playful smirk played on his features as he asked, "Thought I told you to zip up your jacket?"

You only just had time to look down before Yondu lunged for you, his hands quickly flying past your open jacket, latching onto your ribs, and sending you into hysteric laughter as you tried to fight him off.

You squealed out a "No! No fair!" as he continued to tickle the snot out of you.

"I think it's more than fair, missy!" he laughed. "You ignored me twice about zipping up your jacket, and then you shoved snow down my back! Far as I'm concerned that's three strikes against ya right there! If anything I'd say I'm going soft on ya!" with that he moved his hands up to tickle under your arms, which practically made you scream as it was one of your worst spots.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" you squeal out, grabbing his wrists, but unable to push him off you.

"Yeah, bet you're really sorry. Sorry that you got caught, and sorry that you didn't zip up your jacket when I told you too!" he laughed.

Through your hard belly laughter you manage, "I give! I give up! I'm sorry!"

"Ya gonna do it again?"

"No!"

Yondu finally released you. "That's what I thought. Now get your jacket zipped, it's cold out here."

Still giggly, you finally obey his command and zip up your coat. "That was so mean!" you whine, punching him in the arm again.

"Yeah, you deserved it, brat." He answered with a smile and pulled you into a side hug and ruffled your hair. "You're lucky I didn't decide to bury you in the snow and leave ya there."

You simply stick out your tongue in response, and after he playfully shoved you in the shoulder in response to that, the two of you continue on your way to meet the others at the fishing hole.

#christmas writing prompts #drabbles #gotg fanfiction #papa yondu #yondu x reader #yondu fanfic #dad!yondu #daughter!reader

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raccoonfallsharder · 1 month

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if you liked Giftwrap...

crystallized ginger.[anticipated 3/27] ❤︎

featuring semi-shy ultrafeminine angel-reader from giftwrap (kinktober 2023).

nebula attempts to talk some sense into the captain.

He’d tried to shake you — first on the roof and now, a few missions later, in his mind. It doesn’t help that you’d been so frickin’ smart. Pretty and sweet and now this, too. Once he’d gotten you up on your feet and out to the edge of the roof, you’d started mapping your dreams out on the city. You’d glowed, even when the daylight had been dimmed to nothing: sketching a world of greenery out for him so clearly he could see it. Aqueducts and pumps, little manufactured waterfalls. Fruit hanging heavy from every branch. Root vegetables, and leafy things. You’d had a way of talking about your visions so earnestly that they’d become contagious, he thinks. He’d been able to feel your hopefulness paint itself under his fur, and become his own. Hell, he still frickin’ feels it. He sighs and leans on the lower railing of the Bowie’s bridge, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’s trying to act like a good person these days. A leader. A captain. It’s hard frickin’ work and it doesn’t come natural to him. Nebula keeps telling him he’s overthinking, and he almost believes her — but then he comes across a pretty thing like you, and all the old degeneracy comes surging to the surface. He hasn’t been thinking like a captain at all on this mission. Instead, he’s spent too much frickin’ time remembering how impractical that little dress had been. It hadn’t even had a back: the side panels held together between your shoulderblades with a flimsy bow. He’d been able to see the naked line of your spine above and below it. It had looked old, the stitches on the edge of the ruffle fraying just a little. Ayesha on her throne had at least worn an armored gown. The sex workers he visits on Contraxia usually have high boots, hidden weapons, and discreetly-protective leathers. But that thing you’d been wearing had looked like it had been made to fall apart. He’d only have to tug on it, he’s sure.

wind·fall /ˈwin(d)ˌfôl/ noun.an apple or other fruit blown down from a tree or bush by the wind; an unexpected piece of good fortune.

semi-shy ultrafeminine touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful.

for previous chapters, notes, moodboard & concept art:

⋆˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⋆ masterlist

some explicit statements or references ✩ explicit scenes or fantasy sequences ❤︎‬ long, detailed, and graphic explicit content ❤︎‬❤︎‬ deliberately smut-free, mostly or entirely platonic ✮

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iamdeceived · 9 months

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Kraglin can start another riot!

A/n: Hi, this is just a story that my strange mind has created. It takes place in the second Guardians movie. I proofread it all, but if you find any mistakes, please let me know. (I don't pay for therapy for anyone). Good reading!

WARNING: Mention of rape, foul language, high level of triggers, deaths and murder. IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE, DON'T READ!

🦋female reader🦋

*⁠♡*

You won't soon forget. The day started like any other. Yondu's ship landed on Contraxia, so that the captain and the boys could "relax". Yondu went up to the room with one of those robot whores, and the others got drunk and had a good time.You sat at the bar, massaging your temples. His head throbbed. "Same as usual, dear?" You murmured a low yes to the attendant. A big green alien with tentacles and a filthy apron. You smiled at him. He brought your drink, which you immediately started drinking. Almost desperate. You needed it. Drink until you don't even remember your name. Maybe that would help him forget about the sleepless night.You stayed up all night. You tossed and turned in bed, but you couldn't sleep.

knew very well that something bad was about to happen. Something really bad.It had been a long time since you had been kidnapped from Earth to serve as a sex slave. Yondu rescued you shortly afterwards, and so you live near the captain.It's not like you guys are intimate. But you loved those boys. You feel safe around them. Especially close to Yondu. You owe him your life. And would be forever grateful for that.The Ravagers spent a lot of time in Contraxia.

Since always. Lately, everyone has had a lot of work to do. So finally a little rest would do us all good.You should be very happy for the well-deserved rest. But, I couldn't help but feel that something was wrong.Every time Yondu's ship lands on the frozen planet, you take the same route, to your favorite bar, and stay there drinking like crazy, and making small talk with the kind and pleasant bartender.You had met so many times and spent so many hours together that you were almost best friends. If this position didn't belong to Kraglin.It wasn't mean, you loved Kraglin with all your heart.

He was your best friend and a brother to you. They told each other everything, and defended themselves tooth and nail.But there was no way she could be near him while they were in Contraxia. You didn't really like being around the whores there. Mainly, didn't like to see them rubbing up against his best friend. It was worse when it came to Yondu. Do you feel… jealous? For sure.

You love Yondu.

It's very different from how you feel about Kraglin. Kraglin is his brother. Yondu is the man you would want to spend the rest of your life with. But he doesn't know that.He's cold, and his dates are professional at all times.He's never touched you, and he doesn't get too close. He's the captain, you're just the subordinate who's in love with him.

The attendant stopped. He looked at you with great curiosity. Maybe he sensed her nervousness."Is everything okay, dear?" You lifted your eyes to him. She bit her lip so hard that a trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth. And then you started to cry.You were exhausted.You love Yondu, and you hated the thought of him up there in the room with another woman.

Even though I knew it was just a stupid robot. You love Yondu and he will never return what you feel.His head throbbed hard, as if something was pressing down on both sides of his head with all its might.You were exhausted.Had worked all week without being able to rest properly. You barely saw Yondu, and you couldn't even talk to Kraglin properly these past few days. He worked so hard that he barely had time to eat. S/n was simply exhausted.She tipped the bottle once more. Consuming all the liquid inside, before wiping the tears away and asking for another drink bottle."You didn't answer my question… Y/n, is everything okay?" He knew about your feelings for Captain Ravager. When he gave the bottle to your hand, you took a long drink. "I've been really tired…" her eyes stung. You won't cry, not again. The attendant placed one of his tentacles on her arm and with another caressed her head. "Whatever you're going through right now, I want you to know that you're strong enough to get through this! Don't worry, it's going to be okay in the end, honey, I promise!"She gave him the sweetest, most genuine of smiles. "Thank you, you know that means a lot to me!" The attendant smiled and walked away to attend to someone else.

You raised the bottle to your lips once more. Before she could actually drink his precious drink, heard Tulk call out to Yondu. Apparently he was already drunk. You see the captain coming down the stairs. Immediately looks at the attendant. With a suggestive smile on his face and beckons you to go.

*♡*

You stop next to Kraglin, dodging so the "girls" with him don't touch you. He flashes you a smile, and ruffles your hair. "Is it over yet?" You nodded, then pointed at Yondu, who was walking by without looking at anything but Stakar. He gave a wan smile. Kraglin obviously knows how you feel about the captain. Once, when he was drunk, you had to beg him not to say anything.Yondu walked past you, and his eyes glued to your back.You felt a punch in the pit of your stomach as he and Stakar started yelling at each other.

You squeezed Kraglin's shoulder and he took your hand. The boys had told you about Stakar's relationship with Yondu.

She knew that was important to him. Felt Kraglin squeeze his hand.Taserface said something to insult Yondu. He had been doing this ever since the captain pardoned Peter. But he never said anything to the captain's face. -Disgusting coward- you thought. His eyes were still on Yondu. Kraglin was squeezing his hand. He defended the captain. You saw when Stakar left with his group, leaving Yondu behind in the heavy atmosphere.

You're still holding hands with Kraglin when a golden woman comes up to him.-Sovereign-. You thought.

*♡*

Back on the ship, you were heading towards the guardians. The golden woman wanted to kill them. Rocket, you thought. A smile escaped her lips. "I wonder what you got up to this time?" For a moment you even forgot the bad feeling that walked with you.Yondu was too quiet. He shouted an order here, another there and closed himself in his corner.You wanted to run to him, wrap him in your arms and give him a comforting kiss. But you held back.

Kraglin and the others were busy making some necessary repairs. From time to time, you would still hear Taserface badmouth Yondu behind his back. "Your time is near, my dear! I want to have the honor of witnessing your death!" You told him with a smirk. He rolled his eyes and left.Taserface wasn't man enough to touch you. Yondu said he would kill anyone who tried. It was the first time for a woman on the ship. Some rules have been established.

*♡*

You were alone in your room when the door opened.You thought you were going to die when you saw Yondu enter. "we arrived ?" Yondu nodded his head. "I want you to know something." You shook hands. The nervousness returned to her body. "I have no plans to hand over the guardians." You sighed. You already knew that. Yondu loved the guardians. He would never betray them. "I'll betray the arrogant golden woman instead. Steal the batteries and sell them on the black market." You nodded. "Do the others know?" Yondu said no. They wouldn't react well. You both knew that. "Why did you come to tell me that?".He turned away before answering. "You have more maturity than those idiots." And then he left. Leaving you alone with the feeling that something bad is going to happen.

*♡*

Everything happened way too fast. You went to the guardians' ship. They saw no sign of Gamora, Drax or Quill.You held your breath when Kraglin spoke out against Yondu. It wasn't a good demonstration. But it was enough to get all shit started.You felt your body shake when Taserface proposed mutiny, and you had to fight not to fall when Nebula shot Yondu.

Rocket and Groot were taken to the ship.

*♡*

Taserface was humiliating him. Making sure he saw his friends being murdered. "You killed these men. Why are you weak!" You were close to Kraglin.At that moment, you wanted to kill him. But when you looked into his eyes, you saw that he didn't want that to happen.

Taserface hit Yondu. The others laughed as they waved at the lifeless bodies floating in space.You clung tightly to Kraglin's arm. He returned the gesture grabbing her shirt.You didn't have a choice.Helping Yondu at that moment, or even saying they were in his favor, means death.Kraglin didn't want to die. Taserface hit Yondu. You didn't want to die. Taserface hit once more. And others. Yondu didn't even bother to lift his head. Defeated. You can see the sadness in her eyes. Once again. And another.His fists clench. Taserface lands a punch to its captain's chin. He lets out a painful sigh. His red eyes glued to the ground. You clench your teeth.Another painful sigh.

Kraglin understands what you want to do. He holds you tight.You let go of him.You're not even thinking about it when your fists slam into Taserface, hitting his nose with all the strength you have.The ugly man takes two steps back.

Cold sweat trickles down Kraglin's forehead.You place yourself in front of Yondu.

The laughter in the ship ceases. All eyes are on you.The captain finally looks up. You quickly turn to face him. You see a mixture of many emotions in his eyes, his beautiful red eyes. You never had the right to be this close to him. Those seconds seem to turn into hours.

You see hate, fear, sadness, disappointment, humiliation, relief, pride and despair in their eyes.

Before you can look forward again, the Taserface grabs you by the wrist, injuring you in the process. He lifts you off the ground, bringing you into his eyes.

A scream catches in Kraglin's throat.

Yondu looks down again. He doesn't want to see you get killed."You are very abused, little girl!" You hear the laughter start up again. "What should I do with Udonta's hot girlfriend?" The free hand goes to your neck, still lifting you in the air.Rocket who was just making small jokes, is now completely silent, bright eyes wide open staring at you, breathing fast and desperately. "Don't hurt her!" he whispers. Groot is clinging to the bars of his cage.Taserface smiles at the raccoon, before squeezing its neck. "I'm not going to kill him. I'm just going to…play with him! And then I'm going to sell him to the slave traders who wanted him in the first place." Yondu looks at you.You wave your feet in the air. Breathless.Kraglin closes his eyes with all his might - it's my fault, she will be a slave because of me! The captain will die because of me, my fault! - He wanted to help. All of you though, fear paralyzes your skinny body. He cannot move.

Nebula was in a dark corner. Waiting to intervene in case those stinking idiots try to kill their wares. You weren't very important to her anyway.Taserface throws you to the ground. And immediately you go close to Yondu, ignoring the pain and shortness of breath. You breathe desperately to fill your lungs with air. His hands left huge purple marks on her neck. You look at Yondu. Something in his eyes says you're the dumbest, bravest human he knows. Is he… sad for you? You hug his neck."Ownnn, they are so cute!" Someone yelled. And then another session of giggles began. Rocket lowered his eyes. Groot let out a scream.

Taserface grabs you by the hair.

*♡*

You were on the cold floor of the ship. Naked.

Doesn't know how long the torture lasted. Doesn't know where Yondu or Kraglin is. Doesn't know what they did to Rocket and Groot.

You choke on your tears.Remembers seeing Yondu lower his head, remembers hearing Kraglin scream. It was so noisy there that no one even noticed. Only you.

You didn't even bother to get up. You flinched in an attempt to hide your intimacies.Cry low.The ship has been silent since Taserface threw you in the cell.Her skin burned. Dishonor. Disgrace. Your damn habit of wanting to play heroine.Suddenly you heard footsteps and laughter. You cringed, knowing they were close. again. And then Rocket and Yondu were thrown into the same cell as you.They avoided looking at you at first. You sat on your thighs, and hid your breasts with your arms. Yondu took off his coat and threw it at you without looking at you.

"I'm sorry girl! I couldn't protect you out there."Your eyes filled with tears.

You sat next to him. Huddled inside her coat.

*⁠♡*

In the end, Kraglin ended up helping you anyway.All the rest of the crew were killed by you, Yondu, Rocket and Groot.Soon after you went to Ego. Save Peter from his father.And then they got an indefinite ride until Yondu got a new ship. After all, yours was blown up.

No words were exchanged.You spent a lot of time alone.You avoided Kraglin, and barely looked at Yondu. Tried to have as little contact as possible with the guardians.When they got the new ship, you installed yourself in what would become your new room. And spent most of the time on it.Kraglin got tired of being ignored by you and left you alone. Yondu was barely looking for you.

*♡*

You gathered enough courage to go to Yondu.He was seated, in front of the panel, which opened directly into the space. You went to him."You have to stop ignoring Kraglin, he's going crazy. I can't stand hearing him complain anymore!" You faked a smile.

After all, Yondu couldn't sleep.

He almost died after saving Peter from his father.

You went to him."Seriously, you need to stop!"You noticed the nervousness in his voice as he approached. You stopped beside him. It cost him to look at you. You caressed his face.

You were also having a really hard time sleeping since everything happened. He went rigid under her touch. He cocked his head in her direction. You let him relax his head on your chest. Stroking her face, her head and her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her waist. He pressed you against his body. "You need a new crew, captain. "His grip tightened. And then he cried softly in her arms. He let himself be beaten again, this time in a much nicer way. "Damn it, I know, girl!"

*⁠♡*

Kraglin had told him about his feelings. You heard him tell. And for some reason, his reaction was different than you imagined. You talked more. They spent more time together. They stayed together.

You and Kraglin were there when Yondu recruited more men to form a new Ravager team."Watch out, captain! Kraglin might start another mutiny!" You wrapped your arms around his waist. Yondu laughed. Kraglin snorted. "I already told you it wasn't on purpose!"

You both laughed.

#yondu x reader #yondu udonta x reader #kraglin obfonteri #kraglin x reader #gotg #gotg2 #michael rooker #yondu udonta #rocket raccoon #peter quill #gamora #baby groot #ravagers #michael rooker x reader

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mrwolfhare · 6 months

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Kind of a Drawtober thing

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26. Bounty

“Now what are you, little guy?”

“Someone who doesn’t like being spoken to like that.”

“Sorry little guy, what should I call you?”

“Rocket.”

“Okay, what are you, Rocket?”

“What?”

“I need to know what species you are before I’m allowed to serve you anything. My boss don’t want me killing our clientele, so I need to know what’s poisonous to you first.”

“Oh, I’m not looking for anything to eat. Or drink.”

“Fair enough. What’s a shivering little Rocket doing in a bar this early then?”

“I heard from an inmate... I mean from a friend, that this is where I need to go for bounty hunting?”

“What luck, you heard correct. Yes, welcome to Tracker’s Den. I’m not Tracker though, that’s my mom’s boyfriend, he lets me work here to earn some cash on the side.”

“Okay? Look, I just need to know how this bounty hunting thing works. Could you go through it for me?”

“Sure thing, Rocket. But before we get into the nitty and the gritty of hunting down people, I just need to know if you’re maybe cold, because you keep shivering, and stop me if I’m assuming anything about your species, but most mammalian people on Contraxia usually wear something to stay warm.”

“Why you askin', you got something for me to wear?”

“Funny you would ask, I might have something. Lots of people get stupid drunk here and forget their stuff here, and never comes back to pick it up again. Here, have a look through the box.”

“Okay, thanks. There, happy now?”

“Good choice, the stripes compliment your tail stripes, plus you look like a little wizard.”

“Yeah, fine, now about the bounty hunting thing.”

“Certainly, so, people come in here, they sign the register, and then pick a bounty to hunt.”

“Wait, you gotta register?”

“Not to worry, it’s all private, you can even use a pseudonym, it’s just to make sure two people don’t go after the same bounty.”

“Huh, okay, how do you get paid then?”

“You just contact the client that put up the bounty. Payment happens on delivery.”

“Yeah about that, is it like actual payment stuff in hand, or do I need an account at a bank?”

“That depends on the client. Most just do the account payments.”

“And what if I don’t have one of those?”

“No worries, you can just sign up for a account.”

“Yeah, I tried doing that at the Contraxia Bank, but I got.. removed.”

“Oh, yeah, Contraxia Nexus people aren’t that great. Laid off a lot of people to replace them with reprogrammed pleasure bots. Personally I don’t see the attraction of pleasure bots, but I think that’s a species thing. Or it’s a personal thing. Frankly I’m just hoping to maybe find someone special.”

“Can we get back on point?”

“Oh, right, so I got an account with the bank of A'askavaria, apparently nobody has ever even robbed them. They got a nice referral system going on, so I can just refer you, and then they set up an account for you, how’s that sound?”

“Great, thanks, how do we do it?”

“I’ll go grab my com-pad and start setting it up for you, you can go ahead and start looking through the bounty board. Do you have a com-pad?”

“Not anymore, mine got confiscated.”

“You know I think we got an old spare one around here. I shouldn’t really be giving out free stuff like this, my boss will end up firing me, but I really don’t care that much about this job. You know I’m not even from Contraxia, moved here when Asgard made sure there was peace on our planet, but I’m from a sort of a warrior type of people, you know.”

“Uh-huh, I sign here?”

“Yeah, and then the next page. So now I was thinking about this kind of itch my people get when we want to fight, and my mom’s got her own fight club around here, maybe I should go and find a place that’s got a lot of fighting. Where you from anyway?”

“No-where. I just submit then?”

“Yeah, just make sure you fill in the necessary places. I think I heard of that place. Big head, right?”

“What? No, I mean, I came here from Sakaar.”

“Oh right, I met people from there, none of them seemed happy.”

“Yeah, probably because they’re ruled by a dictator asshat that’s an absolute idiot. Okay, everything is submitted.”

“Great, there’s all the info you need to get paid. Now when you say dictator… those tend to cause rebellions, don’t they?”

“Probably, I don’t know.”

“I think I need to quit and head over to Sakaar.”

“That’s great, so I just select a bounty on that board there?”

“Yup, but you can also just log on to the Hunter Network on your com-pad. I wonder if I should make revolution pamphlets.”

______

Years later over at New Asgard on Earth, after Rocket, Bannerhulk and Thor left to undo the Thanos snap...

"Hey, Miek, I was sort of playing the game, and my attention was mostly on it, but there was like a small furry guy in here, right?"

*clicklick*

"Right right, I was actually afraid I was imagining him when I noticed him, and was too worried to say something, but I think I know that guy. Although when I last saw him, he was a wizard."

*clicklick*

"Nah man, I don't touch the stuff anymore, makes me too paranoid."

#Rocket Raccoon #Kronan #Korg #Drawtober

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fanficsforfun · 11 months

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Not all the Ravagers are the same

Pairing: Yondu Udonta x female reader

Word count: 1,9k

Warnings: sexual harassment, violence, rough language

Summary: Some idiot forcefully touches you in a bar, but Yondu happens to notice the situation and intervenes

Author’s note: it took me ages to finish this but yeah, here you go! Also, no smut in the end as the majority of you guys wanted.

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You had went to a bar on Contraxia to spend the evening with your friends like many times before, but when you were left alone for a moment, a rather obnoxious man from whatever planet came to sit next to you. You paid him no attention, although he did try to catch your eye by stupid catch phrases.

Eventually you got sick of him and told him to piss off since you weren't the least interested in letting him ruin your evening.

"I don't think I will, babe", he replied, squeezing your thigh.

You flinched and quickly stood up, feeling disgusted and angry that your personal space was violated like that. You could tolerate stupid comments but not touching without permission. No way.

"Seriously, stop it. I'm not interested in an asshole like you", you snapped.

"Oh, you better watch that mouth of yours", the man scolded and tried to grab your hips, but you managed to get out of the way.

You weren’t only pissed off anymore but became worried too; his behavior no longer seemed annoying but rather intimidating. You decided it was best to get away from him and hurried towards the ladies' room, thinking he wouldn't dare to follow you there. You were wrong. He was right on your heels and as soon as you reached the corridor where the toilet was, the man pinned you against the wall and forcibly kissed you. You were so shocked that it took a moment for you to react and fight against him, but he was too big and strong; even though you fought back, you couldn't escape.

"Behave yourself, girl, or I'll have to get rougher", he threatened, looking down at you with a partly annoyed, partly amused look in his eyes. Your heart was pounding and you were getting really scared now.

"Stop it, let me go!" You screamed and you tried to push him off you, but he just put his hand over your mouth, almost suffocating you.

"Shh, shut up now."

Tears ran down your face as he roughly pinned your hands over your head with one his hands while the other boldly roamed over your body. You trembled with disgust and fear as he squeezed your breasts, and your heart clenched coldly when he slid his hand between your thighs. You squirmed fiercely to break free, but failed again. His hand rubbed your pussy, luckily over your clothes, but it still was horrible. The smug smile on his face was the worst thing in the whole situation. The mother fucker was enjoying himself and didn’t give a damn about how bad it was for you.

Tears were already blurring your vision and you felt dizzy, convinced that he was going to rape you. And you couldn't do a thing to stop it. Suddenly, the door to the men's room opened nearby, and the next thing you knew, a sharp whistle pierced the air. Your harasser let go of you and backed away in terror towards the other end of the corridor, leading to the bar. A golden arrow flickered between his eyes, following him as he stumbled down the corridor, tripped over his own feet and landed on his ass on the dirty floor.

“If I was ya, I would leave this girl here alone”, a husky, dangerous voice stated.

Your gaze shifted from your harasser to this other man who had stopped beside you. He was dressed in red and black clothes, had a striking blue skin, and some kind of red fin implant attached to his head. The man's eyes were as red as the implant and blazed with fury, despite the calmness of his voice.

“I, I-” the asshole on the ground stammered, obviously too scared to move an inch.

“Not so brave anymore, huh?” The man with the blue skin mocked.

“Say you’re sorry. And promise you’re never gonna get anywhere near her again”, the man snarled, his voice changing from taunting to murderous.

“I- I’m so-sorry”, the other man whimpered from the floor. “I- I’ll leave her alone.”

“You'd better 'cause next time I'll kill ya", the man with blue skin stated. Then he called back his arrow, walked over to the other man, pulled him to his feet and punched him in the face so hard he dropped back to the ground. The man kicked him so hard you were sure it broke at least a few ribs (of which you were not the least sorry for) before turning back towards you.

“Come on, we better leave this shithole before we get police on our ass”, the blue-skinned man said.

Feeling rather numb, you only nodded and let him walk you out of the bar. He led you to his spaceship, but stopped outside.

"There wasn't much time for introductions, sorry ‘bout that. I'm Yondu", he said.

"Y/n", you answered weakly. Then something shifted in your mind. Yondu? You looked at him more closely and flinched. He indeed was the Ravager captain you had heard about a few times and none of the things were particularly flattering.

But he had just saved you.

"Ya know who I am", he guessed after noticing the change in your expression.

You nodded slowly.

"I get it if ya don't wanna come with me, but you'd better not stay here", Yondu said. "If ya do, ya could get in some real trouble. That prick ain’t touching ya when I’m around but when I’m gone, he might get bold again."

“Yeah, I… um- I’ll come with you”, now it was you who were stammering.

“Smart move”, he noted and let you in his ship. You two entered one after the other, and you took the passenger seat while Yondu sat behind the controls.

“Allright, let’s get out of here”, he said, and soon you were airborne and on your way to space. The ship was small and remarkably nimble but that wasn’t your main interest at the moment. You carefully glanced at the man beside you and only now did begin to think about where he was planning to take you.

“So, ya have a place to stay outside of Contraxia, or?” Yondu asked before you could say a thing.

“Yeah. I live on Aothea, do you know where that is?”

“Sure thing. Ya ain’t Aothean though.”

“No, I’m Terran.”

“Right. To Aothea then. It’s a nice place.”

Then, after a short moment of silence he asked: “What were ya doin’ in Contraxia?”

“Just spending the night. My friends and I go there sometimes to… Well, have fun.”

"I wouldn't say it's the best place for a young woman to be just with other women", Yondu commented, furrowing his brows.

“Apparently not. But nothing like that has ever happened before, usually people just talk shit but that’s it.”

“You've been lucky. Drunken space pirates and other scumbags rape lonely women on a regular basis. I mean, who wouldn't rather fuck a real woman than a sex bot?”

Your gaze jumped on him immediately, a sudden wave of fear rushing through your body.

“I’m not an asshole who does that kinda shit”, Yondu soothed you after realizing how wrong his words came off. “I’m well aware of how fuckin’ horrible it is, trust me.”

You relaxed again, something in his voice tone telling you he meant what he said. Besides, he had stopped a guy from raping you so… He couldn't be completely bad, right?

A silence fell between you, during which you let your gaze wander cautiously over Yondu. He looked to be in his fifties in human age, he had a stubble and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, making him look rather attractive, you had to admit. His hands were strong, clearly they were the hands of a man who had done quite a bit of physical work, and his demeanor was relaxed and confident, exuding a sense of authority. No wonder the man in the bar had almost shitted on himself. You would have too if you’d be the target of his anger.

Yondu, on the other hand, was looking at the approaching turquoise planet you lived on, wondering what a Terran was doing there, so far from the home planet of her species. He turned to look at you and saw you gazing at him. He smiled softly, making you blush and quickly look away. You were embarrassed to be caught like that, but you were fascinated by the man's essence.

“Ya haven’t ever seen a Centaurian, have ya?” He asked, smirking.

“Nope. You… you-kinda-look-good”, you said quickly before thinking twice.

“What was that?” Yondu asked, though he was quite sure of what he had heard.

“I just- I said you look good”, you repeated, feeling like it was quite stupid thing to say despite it being true.

“Thanks. Ya ain’t half bad either.”

The heat on your face grew hotter and a smile spread over your lips. However, you didn't get the impression of inappropriate ulterior motives from his comment. He was just being kind, not trying to seduce you into anything.

Your conversation quickly turned to comparing yours and his planets and quite much stayed in the topic until you were approaching the atmosphere of Aothea.

“What’s the address?” Yondu asked, ready to find it on the map.

You told him and it didn't take long before Yondu landed his ship near your home. You took a deep breath before turning to look at the man next to you.

"Thank you. For everything. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come to help."

"My pleasure", Yondu replied. "I couldn't have left anyone in a situation like that, now could I?"

“Well, I thought that’s what Ravagers usually do.”

“Just ‘cause some of us don't have a conscience doesn't mean it applies to all of us.”

“Hm, good point. Well then, I guess I just…”

You got up from your seat and to your surprise, Yondu did the same. He must have noticed your expression that told all he needed to know because the next thing he said was: "A gentleman walks a woman all the way to her front door."

"I thought that custom only applied on Terra", you commented, feeling even more surprised.

Yondu merely smiled and motioned you to step outside.

You two walked together over the grassy front yard to your door but before opening it, you stopped and turned to him.

"Again, thank you", you repeated.

Then, after hesitating for a moment you took a step closer to him and gave him a quick hug. Yondu was mildly surprised by the act, but didn't mind. He bid you a kind farewell and waited by his ship until you had closed the door behind you. Only then did he climb in and leave.

You looked after the ship as long as you could see it, and didn't leave the window for a while after.

Now that you were alone, the distressing memory of that asshole touching you came back to your mind, but soon another image popped up, that of Yondu's strong arms around you for that brief moment at your doorsteps. You closed your eyes and sighed, concentrating on holding on to that memory to stop the other from getting to you again. After a while you realized you were wishing he had stayed with you. Silly perhaps, but you actually had felt safe and comfortable being with him.

#yondu udonta #yondu #yondu fanfic #yondu udonta x reader #yondu x reader #guardians of the galaxy

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starbula · 6 months

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maybe we make a deal

prompt: free day rating: T for @starbulaweek, day 7

The Guardians were on Contraxia, tracking some valuable information for their latest mission. Nebula was working a target, but she was getting frustrated. Peter’s eyes had not left her in hours and he kept popping in on her radio comm with "helpful" comments.

Her target was an idiot, but even they were going to notice something soon enough. She needed to shut this down before it got out of hand.

Excusing herself to the restroom, Nebula jumped on comms. “Peter, get your ass over to my location now.”

Nebula watched as Peter made his way to her. As soon as he was within reach, she grabbed his arm and hauled him into a nearby closet.

“What’s the matter with you?” She was trying to keep her emotions in check. “Are you trying to blow this entire mission?”

“The target is a scumbag.” Peter huffed.

“No shit. If you haven’t noticed, we’re on Contraxia. This whole place is crawling with scumbags.”

“Yeah, but the others aren’t manhandling you.” Peter countered.

Nebula was starting to realize what was going on. She glared at Peter, “You do not need to protect me. I’m fully capable of handling this.”

“I know that, but-”

Nebula cut him off. “But nothing. You don’t get to act like this just because we’re dating.”

Pete’s voice softened, “I know I don’t, but I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.”

Nebula sighed and placed her hand on his cheek. “Peter, I can’t promise you that I’m never going to get hurt, but I need to be able to do my job.”

She rubbed her thumb over his cheek. “Can I trust that you’ll leave me alone out there to do my job. A job that I’m very good at?”

Peter leaned in for a kiss, “Yes, ma’am.

☆

#starbula week 2023 #starbula #quebula #nebula x peter quill #peter quill x nebula #nebula x peter #peter x nebula #mystarbulastuff #triple drabble

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archangelofzion · 3 months

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Snow and Lights (Meredu)

The lights of Contraxia twinkled over the floor through the cold window, casting dancing colors of pink, purple, orange and red.

Meredith sat up in bed, running a hand down her bare arm from the slight chill her cropped, sleeveless top didn't ward against.

She blinked the sleepiness from her eyes and brushed the hair away from her face as she saw Yondu standing in front of the window, the muscles of his back looked tense as he clasped his belt together.

"Something wrong?" she asked quietly, she caught his eyes move to the side at her voice.

"Why do you ask?" he said, the rasp in his voice was thick.

Meredith chuckled softly to herself, as if she'd spent the last twenty six years with this man and didn't know him by now. "Because I know when something's bothering you, hon'."

He made a soft noise to show he acknowledged her but said nothing else, so she just chewed her bottom lip, dragging her sky-blue eyes up and watching him.

Though something inside her churned a little when she looked at them, the scars on his body mesmerized her. She'd ran her fingers across them so many times by now, but still, she found them hard to look away from. The marks of a survivor.

To her, they were beautiful. Even if they were a morbid art snaked down from his head to the small of his back.

"What're you starin' at, girl?

Girl. As if she wasn't pressing her fifties, the mother of three adult children, he still called her that fond name. "Just you." she whispered, her voice soft and sultry.

"Ain't nothing worth looking at, darlin'." his voice dropped considerably.

"Then your eyes have finally went, 'cause not from where I'm looking." She stood and crossed the short distance, but he didn't move as she wrapped her thin arms around his chest, pressing her temple into the back of his neck and savoring his warmth and familiar, soothing scent. "Tell me what's wrong."

There were a few moments of silence all but his pulse in her ear and the muffled activity down below. "Where do you think they are?" he asked softly, his voice reverberating against her ear when he spoke, sending a warm shiver into her core.

Meredith knew he was talking about Peter and their adopted daughter, Mantis. "I'm sure he's alright, off flying around with that pretty girl of his and his new friends."

Yondu clenched his jaw, and she felt the muscles under her cheek flex when he sighed, she ran her hands along his arms. "Why can't he just say that, then?" he said.

She bit her lip, knowing he was worried about them, whether he'd admit it or not. He loved Peter in a way she didn't know the depths of. And Mantis had been his little girl for so long that she'd seen the toll her leaving had taken on him. "I know they're alright, baby." she tried to keep her voice gentle, turning her head to place a kiss on the ruined flesh of his shoulder, he shivered almost unnoticeably at her touch, the soft curls of her hair falling over his shoulder to his chest, brushing against his neck.

"I want to find them." he barley spoke aloud, his voice so tight she wondered what was fully going on in his head.

Meredith smiled and tipped her head so she was looking up at him. "It never once occurred to you that maybe they're just following in their daddies footsteps?"

He drug his ruby eyes down to meet her blues. "What're you talking about?"

"Peter runs off to start his own crew of misfits, brings in the strays he finds along the way, becomes a captain." She smirked playfully and traced a teasing finger across his back. "Trying to be all strong and charming and—"

"Alright, Meri, you made your point." he shut his eyes, waving a dismissing hand and she snickered as he turned around, giving her a look and she moved her hands up to clasp behind his neck.

"What happens if I keep talking?" she asked slyly.

He ran his tongue along his teeth and grabbed her thighs to pull her closer, making her let out a tiny laugh. "Don't test me."

She clicked her tongue and kissed him softly, pulling away quickly. "We've still got time..." she angled her head to the side, and she felt him fluster but he planted a kiss on the top of her golden hair, his callused fingers making her shiver as they scraped against her legs. "I said don't." he reminded, then stepped away, grabbing the rest of his clothes.

Meredith pouted and headed to the small sink and mirror to fix herself up, smiling again to herself.

{part two hopefully soon.}

#guardians of the galaxy #yondu udonta #meredith quill #meredu

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evolvingchaoswitch · 7 months

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Rocketober: Day 6 Bounty Hunter

Rocket was expecting the bounty that he had taken to be an easy job, finding the person named on the paper and hauling their ass over alive to where they needed to go. Some jackass on Contraxia was paying a hundred credits to have this person returned to them, something about a huge debt owed, Rocket didn’t care he just needed some quick funds to secure a better ship to fly. He found her at the edge of Kree space on the planet Lamentis hiding out in a shack just outside of one of the bustling marketplace, Rocket's scanner was able to verify using biometrics that he had the right person; Opaline.

The sage green hood had kept most of her features covered but after Rocket had used his blaster set to stun to knock her out he was able to get a good look at her. Long strands of curly blonde hair curtained the fragile features that made up the girl's face, long lashes and full lips Rocket could only assume what happened to her on Contraxia. Rocket made sure to keep his bounty securely bound to the seat next to him as this tiny ship didn’t have a holding bay for prisoners, so this was going to have to do. His prisoner was silent so silently in fact that Rocket didn’t notice when she woke up and turned to be trapped in a set of brilliant vermillion eyes but Opaline didn’t say so much as a peep.

At first it didn’t bother Rocket, it was nice not to hear his bounty beg for their freedom but once the second day hit, knowing that there were still four days left in travel time, Rocket was beginning to crave some form of conversation. It took an impromptu fight with a bunch of space pirates (not Ravangers) who also tried to take his bounty before he heard Opaline speak in a voice more delicate than crystal.

“I appreciate you” Before something tumbled out of her mouth and onto the floor below as Rocket picked it up he could see that it was a pile of three units and when locking eyes with Opaline who looked terrified.

“Explain” Rocket’s voice was gruff, leaving no room for argument; he wanted to know what the krutracking flark was going on here!

“Every woman in the maternal family will have twins, always girls and the oldest set of twins gets what is referred to as a blessing. Each will end up having a set of words associated that when said cause certain effects?”

Rocket thought this sounded like bullshit but he still asked “Effects?”

Opaline took a moment to compose herself before continuing “We don’t know the words that are special till we say them, one twin will spit fortune the other food usually in the form of amphibians oddly enough”

Opaline looked over at Rocket, getting the immediate sense that he was seeing is believing type “La Peine” a medium sized moonstone tumbled from out her lips and onto the floor before Rocket.

“So you spit fortune then?” The head bobbed up and down quickly “I need time to think that over, get in the ship” Opaline complied she didn’t really have a choice otherwise.

A few hours after Rocket asked for more of her story, and why Contraxia wanted her back so badly it wasn’t a hard leap in logic they wanted their literal money maker back. Rocket’s face pinched into a deep scowl when he listened as Opaline described how much some of the glittering treasures hurt to pass, her voice was so soft after years of having her vocal cords ripped by sharp gems, and he audibly snarled when the implications of wanting to see how far Opalines biology could be shared to have the effects replicated.

Rocket hated losing out on the credits but even a piece of shit like himself couldn’t hand over a treasure like Opaline to those assholes.

The two fell into a comfortable rhythm of him picking up a few jobs here and there while Opaline worked her skills keeping the living spaces usable as well as making sure he ate. The problem was the amount of interested parties in Opaline's existence, she was well known as the galaxy's golden goose as the Terrans would say. Rocket neverminded the conflict but he could see as it began to wear on Opaline, guilt illuminating in those glittering eyes more each day. Rocket couldn’t explain the warm feelings that stirred within his gut when she looked at him, sometimes he found himself rambling to her just to hear her delicate laugh fill the dark corners of the ship.

It made complete sense to Rocket that they both kissed after sharing a bottle of Liquid Gold as they were forced to wait out an ion field storm before they could safely fly again. Rocket was curious to see how many jewels he could find exploring Opaline's body.

Eyes flushed so bright they glittered like twin Topazes.

Skin flushed pale pink like Calcite.

Lips that he kissed Ruby.

And a cunt flushed as brightly as Coral.

The greatest feeling of fortune was felt in her arms afterward as Rocket fell into a restful sleep but to his surprise when he awoke Opaline was nowhere to be found neither was his escape pod. Livid he pulled on his pants moving towards the Captains seat to start tracking her down when he saw a note.

Dear Rocket,

I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt because of me. I’m too well known and they are never going to stop. It’s selfish and I’m so sorry that this is going to destroy you but please don’t close yourself off to the next person they might be everything I can’t be. I hope the gift I left you helps to soothe the wound a bit though I know that it won’t I wanted to try.

I care about you Rocket, you make me rethink the concept of my line ending with me but I know that’s what I need.

Goodbye <3 Opaline

Under the note was a pile that amounted to one hundred credits and one large azure blue stone that was the size of his fist and it looked like she had captured the sky for him; he wondered what word she used.

He wondered how she could be so stupid to think that he wouldn’t look for her.

Her mistake.

(Inspired by the French tale Diamonds and Toads) @raccoonfallsharder @glow-autumz @funkydancingdinosaur @rebel-21 @honeypleasesugar

#rocket raccoon #gotg rocket #Rocketober2023 #Fairytale #implied sa

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awesomegalaxysavior · 6 months

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Starbula Week 2023

Day 1: Space Mission / First Date

I'm a bit late to this and I'm a bit lazy to translate. But since I don't see enough Starbula content in Spanish, I'm adding this one to our small Fandom.

Maybe later I'll consider translate the story. And also excuse if it feels hectic. I tried my best in less than three hrs.

First date

“Sigo sin encontrarle el sentido a esto” Refunfuño Nebula mientras caminaban por la transitada acera repleta de niños y sus papás, la gran mayoría disfrazados. Estos últimos les tiraban miradas extrañas y desconfiadas al ver dos adultos disfrazados pidiendo dulces. No los culpaba, pero haberse perdido 41 noches de brujas le hacía olvidar a Peter por completo qué era un hombre de 41 años disfrazado de Skeletor. Si, no le importaba un carajo.

Pero lo que hacía esta noche más especial es el hecho de que convenciera a Nebula de visitarlo justo en halloween y convencerla de disfrazarse junto con el. Su idea era que se disfrazara de Terminator pero hasta ahí llego su poder de convencimiento. De todos modos su aspecto cyborg era suficiente para causar sensación sin esfuerzo alguno.

“Ya te dije. El único propósito es divertirse, pasar un buen rato y comer nuestro peso en dulces.” Le explico por quinceava vez a la lupfomoide mientras sacaba de su bolsa una paleta de caramelo suave sabor sandia. Su bolsa apenas y estaba un cuarto de llena, pero era de esperarse. La gente normalmente espera ver niños llamar a la puerta.

“Eso no suena saludable.” Declaró Nebula, sintiéndose muy confundía al porque alguien dañaría su salud de tal forma o disfrazar e par conseguir dulces cuando simplemente podías comprarlos y listo. Por más que lo analizará, no podía encontrarle lógica o razón alguna de esta tonta tradición terrena, pero al rubio parecía encontrarla atractiva y divertida. Además de que los dulces eran exquisitos, mejor que los caramelos qué encontrabas en Knowhere o Contraxia.

“No tiene por que ser saludable—“ Dijo Peter mientras abría la envoltura con los dientes, la cual le estaba dando una dura batalla. “Además es solo por… hoy! —Estúpida envoltura.”

“Necesitas ayuda? “ Pregunto con una ceja levantada sin pasar por alto que ver al hombre pelearse con una envoltura de caramelo como si se tratara de su última comida era adorable.

Peter Quill era adorable. Y eso… le molestaba? ¿Le agrada? ¿O le molestaba que encontrar a un tonto como Peter Quill adorable significaba qué se había vuelto débil como su hermana? Todo era confuso porque pensar en ello le revolvía el estómago, pero se sentía bien, y extraño a la vez

“No, yo puedo con esto.” Tan obstinado como siempre.

Giro el rostro para mirar la decoración de una casa a su izquierda en el momento en que sintió que sus labios formaban una sonrisa y sus mejillas se sonrojaban acompañadas de una sensación cálida invadir su cuerpo.

“Oye…” La voz de Peter la trajo de vuelta de ese pequeño trance en donde trataba de averiguar por qué su cabeza hacia corto circuito con todas estas nuevas sensaciones. ¿Acaso algo en su sistema está fallando? Rocket había dicho que todo parecía estar en orden la última vez que le hizo un chequeo.

El rubio se limpió la garganta, su paleta de caramelo ahora en su boca. Su tono de voz había cambiado, ahora sonaba más serio en comparación con la jovial entonación de hace unos momentos y la mirada la tenía fija al frente como si estuviera evitando en su dirección.

¿Estaba molesto porque no le encontraba lógica a este día? ¿O por regañarlo por querer comer su peso en dulces? Sus ojos escaneaban cada gesto suyo, pero no encontraba molestia. Había un rubor en sus mejillas, y mordía su lengua. Estaba dudando ¿Pero de qué?

“Hace tiempo que quería preguntarte algo…” Su voz volvía a cambiar, esta vez sonaba suave, cariñosa y cálida. Ya lo había escuchado hablar de esa forma con Gamora.

Su corazón se aceleró.

¿Qué era exactamente esto?

“Y bueno, estando aquí en la tierra he tenido tiempo para pensar sobre muchas cosas. Sobre todo, una qué espero—y esto ha sido una gran revelación para mí y no quiero… bueno… oh, Hala, ¡ya lo tenía ensayado!” Grito en frustración el ex líder de los guardianes. El corazón de Nébula parecía que iba a explotar en cualquier momento.

“Iré mejor al grano, porque si le busco más palabras bonitas a esto voy a confundirte.” Sus ojos esmeraldas miraron sus oscuros ojos. Se veían mucho más brillantes qué hace unos momentos, el verde esmeralda era ya profundo e intenso. “Pero lo que dijo Gamora sobre, ya sabes cuando estábamos—“

Todo tuvo sentido en menos de un segundo. Estaba confundía y asustada y por eso estaba sobre pensando sobre estas nuevas sensaciones. Estaba enamorada, de eso no había duda y escuchar a Quill, Peter confesar sus sentimientos destruía ese temor.

“Quill… Peter.” El rubio detuvo su habla, sus ojos esmeraldas mirándola fijamente. Pero antes de que pudiera continuar, Peter volvió a tomar la palabra.

“¿Sabes qué? Mejor olvídalo. Hagámoslo oficial de una vez por todas y que esta sea la primera cita” Ofreciendo una sonrisa, Peter tomo la mano tensa de la lufomoide. “Mira, no nos hagamos idiotas. Ambos nos hemos dado cuenta de esta extraña e inesperada atracción entre los dos muy, pero muy tarde. Incluso mi abuelo fue el que me dijo que no fuera cobarde y confesara de una buena vez porque estaba perdiendo la paciencia.”

“Entonces…” Nebula se detuvo y miro las manos de ambos entrelazadas. Era todo un mar de sensaciones poder estrecharle, sentir su callosa palma con su única mano aun intacta. Era demasiado… ¿qué tal si esto era un sueño inducido por las torturas de su padre?

Apartó su mano y mirada, comenzando a alejarse del hombre que tenía en sobrecarga todos sus circuitos.

“Nebs, espera… mierda.” Murmuró para sí mismo la última parte y le siguió el paso apresurado. “Lo siento, no quize—creo que asumí que tú, pero es que—“

Se detuvo y se volvió de unevo hacia él. “Pero asumiste bien Peter, pero…”

“Pero~?”

“¿Cómo estás seguro que…?”

Peter resoplo divertido ante su pregunta, su tonta sonrisa cariñosa nuevamente haciendo que su mente hiciera corto circuito. “Simplemente lo sabes. No se la ciencia detrás de todo esto, pero es algo que… simplemente sientes y pasa.”

Nébula asintió. Tal vez este un poco asustada ante todas estas nuevas emociones, pero estaba segura que le gustaban, y más aún, todo lo que Peter le estaba intentando decir era lo que ella misma también estaba intentando decir desde hace un largo tiempo, pero ahora ya no existía la duda si ese amor era correspondido.

“Tengo sentimientos por ti.” Declaró finalmente y el rostro del rubio le decía que esperaba esa confesión directa y sin tanto rodeo. Agitó una mano, señalando le hasta sonreír.

“Entonces… ¿Podemos considerar esto como una primera cita?” Esta vez no hizo nada para ocultar la sonrisa que se formó en su rostro.

“Si, con la condición de que dejes de verme con esa mirada de cachorro.”

#peter quill #guardians of the galaxy #starbula #gotg #nebula #chris pratt #star lord #peter x nebula #mcu #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #Starbula week 2023 day 1

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pa1kaa-toto · 4 months

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My GOTG OC

soooooo… first of all, good any time of the current day, and here I come to introduce you to one of my many OCs, Lyu.

Full Name: Lyubov Balkirev Age: 28 Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight, Demi-AroAce

Attribute: She has a pair of white retractable wings with some dark spots and a tail of the same colors (usually hides the tail, occasionally shows it, like, it can change the size of her tail and wings).

Example:

Likes: The smell of air after rain, listening to music, fruits, photography. Dislikes: does not like injustice and being treated as a foolish person.

Abilities: Flying and running very fast, Atmokinesis and can fly carrying people on her back (as long as they are not TOO heavy), advanced animal communication, versatility in combat and mental resistance.

(For Atmokinesis, she usually has to concentrate all her energy and when she finishes using that power she ends up exhausted)

Weaknesses: High emotional sensitivity, excessive caution, need of lonelines (given her ambivert nature, Lya may need periods of solitude to recharge her emotional energy. During these times, she may be less effective in group situations). Items she has most of the time: A voice recorder, her smartphone, headphones and a polaroid camera. Defense item: A scythe.

She was born on a distant planet called Garmoni, inhabited by people with human characteristics but with bird wings and other characteristics. Specifically she was born in a continent very close to the south pole of the planet, that's why her hair color and feathers and there she grew up normally like any other child, but her parents gave her a lot of freedom, they let her go to run errands alone and that was a mistake, because one day people from another planet kidnapped her and sold her on the black market; but she managed to escape.

After 12 years she was in Contraxia when she met Kraglin in a bar, it was not the best encounter of all but they got to know each other until he introduced her to the crew he belonged to, including Yondu; She did not get along very well with Yondu but in the end she got along with him. She wanted to spend more time with both of them, so she decided to show Yondu her skills and try to convince him to join her to his crew. In the end she managed to convince him and she was part of his crew for quite a while.

After a looong time, when the most of the crew revealed themselves against Yondu she knew it was best to pretend to be on Taserface's side. She helped Yondu get rid of the others. When Yondu died she was devastated for a while until she got over it with difficulty. In the end she stayed with Kraglin, with the Guardians of the Galaxy and there she met Ember (credits to @thirteens-lucky-tardis and thanks for your permission to create an oc that has a relation with your oc) and Lya couldn't believe that she met another individual with wings, they got to know each other and shared a lot of things to finally become friends.

P.D: I based the character on the snow owl

#kraglin #yondu-udonta #guardians of the galaxy #oc #original character #gotg oc #guardians of the galaxy oc #harpy oc #avian oc

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cogentranting · 9 months

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So, presuming what G'iah said was accurate, Fury's reason for never finding the skrulls a home is because it became evident that there wasn't another planet out there for them and they'd have to stay on Earth but it would take a long time to get people on Earth to accept the idea of an alien race living there with them. This kinda works as an explanation but there are three problems with that.

The idea that humans just aren't ready to accept an alien race living as refuges permanently on Earth would feel a lot more valid if New Asgard wasn't a thing that exists on Earth in the MCU and that seems to have caused no problems. Now, granted, the situation is a little different. Skrulls are a little harder to accept because: - Asgardians LOOK human. Skrulls are green and have pointy ears and are just generally kind of goblin-y. -Skrulls can shapeshift and that's just a concept that is going to make people nervous and untrusting. -The Asgardians have Thor as their face and people like Thor.

However, even if the Skrulls would be harder to accept, the existence of New Asgard should be an opening for gaining actual legitimacy for New Skrullos. Which leads me to

2. Yes it takes a lot more time to change people's hearts and minds, but Fury doesn't seem to have done anything to START this process. And you know what he COULD have done? Stuck a skrull on the Avengers. By the time the Avengers get together Fury's been working with the skrulls for 17 years. And a lot of them could do it-- shapeshifting, spy skills, and enhanced strength totally qualifies them. So pick one of the skrulls, probably Talos, but Varra, Gravik (you know, before he radicalized) and maybe even G'iah are all options too. But make Talos an Avenger. Maybe at first you don't even tell that he's an alien-- he just has a shapeshifting power. Then after he's saved the world a few times, you start telling that he's an alien and you tell his story-- Talos' world was destroyed! Talos cares about his wife and daughter; a real family man! And you make the public like him. He's a hero, he's got a sympathetic story. And Steve Rogers is his friend! If Steve Rogers likes him he can't be bad right?

And you start working on the public's view of the skrulls through Talos, in a similar way to how the view of Asgardians is shaped by Thor. But Fury didn't do that. Didn't appear to do anything.

3. The idea that there is no other place for the skrulls other than Earth would feel a lot more tenable if our only knowledge of space in the MCU was the Avengers movies and Captain Marvel. BUT. We have the Guardians movies. The planet where we first see adult Peter in Vol 1 looked like it was abandoned-- can they go live there? Or maybe it's not, maybe just that one place Peter was is like that. But there's really NO other planet they can go to? OR. If there is no planet JUST for them, surely there is a planet that could take them in as refugees that is a better option than Earth because they are familiar with and used to different alien species all living together. Like Xandar. Wouldn't Xandar be a great place for them? It seems to have a lot of different aliens there, it ALSO doesn't like the Kree, it seems fairly powerful and prosperous. Now. If you brought them to Xandar AFTER the peace treaty with the Kree, then that might be seen as a violation of the treaty with the Kree, but that treaty happened nearly 20 years after the skrulls went to Earth. ALSO I think Thanos might've wiped out Xandar so its good that the skrulls didn't go there, but that is not something that was foreseen by Fury. And Xandar is more of an example. Pick a planet. Kitson. Berhert. Contraxia. Heck, Knowhere might even be big enough to hold them, I don't know. It just seems like there are surely better options than Earth.

#secret invasion #mcu #what if episode where talos is an avenger? or gravik or varra.

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bit-dodgy-innit · 2 years

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Scared to be Lonely - Epilogue

Part One Part Two Part Three

Summary: The morning after. Marc and Sigyn have #noregrets, but they do have some things to answer for...

Pairing: Marc x Fem!OC, Steven x Fem!OC, Jakex Fem!OC, past Loki x Fem!OC, past Marc x Layla, platonic Thor x Fem!OC

Rating: Mature (for once)

Word Count: 2.6k

TW/CW: Sexual innuendos and suggestive themes, invasions of privacy, Sigyn oversteps when discussing Marc’s DID (but apologizes)

A/N: THANK YOU again to everyone who’s read and supported! Can’t believe we’re wrapping this beast of a fic up! Though of course I have a few more plot bunnies thumping around in this silly little head of mine for Moon Knight...

It was nearing midday when Thor trudged down the hotel corridor. His battle-weary appearance – blood smeared across his face, cape torn and singed, ash and dirt clinging to his hair – was incredibly out of place amongst the pristine hallway he lumbered down.

Yelena and the rest of S.W.O.R.D. weren’t far behind him. He’d arrived back first, opting to use the Bifrost to travel back to London instead their ship. Thor needed the space. It wasn’t often the god felt defeated, and he feared if his comrades noticed just how despondent the previous night’s battle had left him, the whole team would lose morale. Gorr was much more slippery than they realized, which meant he was all that more deadly. They were outmatched on Contraxia. It frightened Thor. Heavy is the hand that carries the ax.

Thor was genuinely looking forward to seeing his sister however. He wanted nothing more than to take a long, hot shower, order a feast’s worth of room service, and watch the show about the Midgardian island of love with Sigyn that they’d grown shamefully fond of.

The door guards ushered the Asgardian in without hesitation. Thor wasn’t sure what he had been expecting when he entered the suite, perhaps Marc asleep on the couch or he and Sigyn eating a late breakfast, but the god’s heart dropped when he found the living space quiet and deserted.

“Seeg?” he called. When there was no response, he tried “Marc?”

Nothing from either of them. Thor brushed it off, they must be sleeping in!

He checked the suite’s smaller bedroom first, the one assigned to Marc. Empty. Not only was Marc missing, the bed was still made up, clearly never touched over the course of the evening. Indignant rage and cold fear competed for Thor’s attention. That puny Midgardian shit. Where had he gone? Surely Marc wouldn’t have abandoned Sigyn?

Sigyn. Before the god’s anger could consume him any further, he raced down the hall to the principal bedroom. They must’ve escaped, he assumed. A worse thought pushed into his mind on the heels of the last, what if they were taken? Though he hadn’t met this version of Loki, he knew no incarnation of his brother would let his supposed bride be absent from his side for long.

“SIGYN!?” Thor bellowed as he threw the bedroom door open, startling the lump in the bed from slumber.

“In the name of Valhalla, what is it?!” Sigyn hollered back.

Yet the sight before him rendered Thor speechless. Sigyn and Marc were safely in the suite alright, naked in bed together. Both lovers had bolted upright in the bed when Thor intruded. Sigyn clasped the sheets to her bust to preserve some sense of modesty while Marc brooded bare-chested next to her.

She turned to her bedmate, searching his face, and murmured something Thor couldn’t quite make out. Marc replied back just as lowly, his response causing Sigyn to relax somewhat and whisper “good.”

“I um…I just wanted to make sure you were here,” Thor told them with all the nonchalance he could muster. It wasn’t much.

“Brother, would you give Marc and I a moment?” the princess asked.

“I can leave,” Marc volunteered before Thor could respond, moving toward the edge of the mattress.

“No,” Sigyn objected. The softness and need in her words didn't go unnoticed by her brother.

“Your highness, could you?” Marc gestured to his exposed skin.

Whereas before Sigyn had required Marc to call her by her title, now its use stung her with its cold formality. Nevertheless, Sigyn conjured a similar set of pajamas onto Marc’s body as she did for Steven.

Thor stopped him when the Midgardian tried to pass him to the door. “I wager you’re not stupid enough to leave these rooms before I speak to you?”

Marc nodded and the god allowed him to leave, closing the door behind him.

A heavy, anticipatory silence transpired between the two Asgardians. For the first time, Sigyn observed how disheveled her brother appeared. The mission couldn’t have gone well. Thor would be ornery which meant she had to get the first word in. She straightened, trying to seem as imperious as possible with her messy hair and lack of clothing.

“Brother, you more than anyone cannot judge me for laying with a Midgardian.”

“That may be so, but he was your guard,” Thor began pacing. “Which alters did you sleep with?”

“All of them.”

“All of them?! By the Norns Sigyn!” the god exclaimed. Deep down, he was impressed at his sister’s stamina, but concealed it.

“What did you think would happen?” She shot back. “You’re the one who enlisted the devastatingly handsome, recently divorced man to watch me and then left us alone!”

Thor pinched the bridge of his nose. Tried to calm himself.

“I thought you’d be pleased that I didn’t leave the hotel.”

He summoned some of the breathing techniques from the meditation applications Bruce had shown him, but like always, they only made him angrier.

“You mustn’t be cross with me,” Sigyn argued, “You’ve locked me away–”

“I’m not cross with you,” Thor cut her off. “I’m exhausted, and frustrated, and smell like a bilgesnipe that bathed itself in mud.”

“I can smell you from here,” she attested. “I do apologize however. I’d planned to be decent by the time you returned and overslept.”

“I’m sorry I freaked out,” he admitted. “I was afraid you’d left.”

“Have the rest of your compatriots returned?” Sigyn asked, concerned by what Marc was potentially walking into outside of the bedroom.

“No, thank the Norns,” Despite his hellacious B.O., Thor leaned Stormbreaker against the wall, and sat on the edge of the bed closer to his sister. “It was a disaster, as I’m sure you can tell.”

“I’m sorry,” the princess swallowed the remark she wanted to make about bringing her along and increasing their chances for victory. Instead she inquired, “Was he there?”

“No,” Thor knew she was asking about Loki. “They’ve divided and conquered it seems.”

Another pregnant lull ensued.

“Did you um, enjoy yourself at least?”

“Thor!” Sigyn tossed a pillow at him. “But yes, if you must know.”

“Was that the first time you…since–”

“Thor,” Sigyn interrupted before he could say her estranged husband’s name.

“What?! You promised we wouldn’t keep secrets!”

The dynamic between the two gods was unexpectedly endearing, Marc contemplated on the other side of the door while he eavesdropped.

We shouldn’t be doing this, Steven admonished, they’re having a private conversation.

Jake jumped in the headspace so Marc wouldn’t have to reply verbally. Too bad hombre, this Gorr and Loki shit concerns us. Besides, she just said she enjoyed herself, don’t you want to hear what else she has to say about us?

Steven harrumphed but quieted down. He did want to know if she’d mention him to Thor. He didn’t have to wait long to get his wish.

“So what do you think?” Thor queried. “What’s the other alter like?

“Steven is much warmer than Marc,” Sigyn divulged. “He’s open and trusting, and I sense that he’ll fight to his last breath if he believes in what he’s fighting for. Which is advantageous for us.”

“Then we recruit them,” Thor concluded. A pause, then the god followed up with “Why not?”

“Because there’s a third.”

“You had a threesome?”

“NORNS, Thor! No!!” Marc heard the distinct thump of another projectile pillow. “Marc has a second alter he neglected to tell us about.”

Shit, the system swore in unison. They’d let their guard down and she’d ratted them out. Fucking Sigyn and her fucking sparkling eyes and fucking perky tits and fucking juicy pussy and fucking plump ass. Of course the wife of the god of mischief would have ulterior motives.

Sigyn continued. “His name is Jake. If Marc is cold and Steven is warm, Jake is fire. He’s the most ruthless in battle I suspect.”

“I don’t see a problem, Seeg.”

“Brother, not only did Marc keep his existence from us, Jake professes to be Khonshu’s favorite. I know you’re desperate to–”

“I’m not desperate–”

“I know you’re keen,” Sigyn amended, “to rebuild the Avengers but we can’t trust them. Not until we know their true intentions, let alone Khonshu’s.”

The god hummed as he mulled over her words. “I trust you, sister, and if you don’t believe we can rely on them, especially after you–” Marc assumed Thor paused to gesticulate the word “fucked” instead of saying it “--with all of them, I take your word.”

“Thank you, brother. Now please, I beg you, go take a shower.”

Thor laughed, a quick, booming guffaw, then stood. The sound of his heavy footsteps sent Marc backpedaling to the living room so as not to be caught. He pretended to be fascinated with the bland hotel art.

“You and Sigyn had quite the night, huh?” Thor stood a few feet behind him.

Marc crossed to the Asgardian and played dumb. “Look I don’t know what she told you, but it just sort of happened. It was unprofessional as hell, but I swear I didn’t make her–”

Thor held a hand up to stop him with a chuckle. “Oh believe me, I know you didn’t. You can’t make Sigyn do anything as far as I’ve seen.”

Marc cocked his head in silent agreement. “Rough night?”

“I wish I had better news for you to bring Khonshu, but Gorr is a man possessed,” Thor recounted. “Literally. He has the Necrosword and it’s corrupting him. We’ll stop him though, no matter what.”

“You know I have a lot more skills than babysitting a goddess,” Marc began.

“Clearly.”

Marc let out an irritated sigh. “That’s not what I meant. I can help, and so can your sister.”

Thor grinned “I see she worked her magic on you.”

Again, Marc faltered.

“I hear you, Marc Spector,” Thor told him, “and I’ll consider it.”

“Thank you, Thor.”

“And for the record, I’m not angry you bedded my sister, but I will be angry if you don’t go back in there and tend to her. Very poor bedside manner back there.”

The god motioned with his hand for Marc to leave. He didn’t usually let others tell him what to do, but the Asgardian had six inches on him, plus an ax the size of his head in his hand. He headed back toward the bedroom but Thor stopped him with a call of his name.

“Now I know you’re both adults, and you’re entitled to your privacy…but if you ever abandon or hurt my sister I will tear you limb from limb and feed you to the most heinous beast I can find.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

He knocked on Sigyn’s door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Marc.”

The door swung open on its own. Marc stepped through just as Sigyn emerged from the en-suite refreshed and clothed in her black robe again.

“Did Thor threaten you?”

“Yeah, standard stuff,” he shrugged.

Sigyn shook her head with a little annoyed huff, then refocused back on Marc. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

She was sheepish. “I’m presuming that you could see what happened last night after we made love?”

“Yeah.”

She nodded. “Are you angry?”

“Not about that.”

Her brow creased with concern. “Then what about?”

“Why did you tell your brother about Jake? That we shouldn’t join the Avengers and the effort to stop Gorr? What is it, you think I’m crazy? A fun fuck to tell your brother about?”

Sigyn rushed to his side, genuinely hurt. “Marc, no.” She tried to place her hands on his arm but he shook her off. “That’s not it at all.”

“Well what was it? Because that wasn’t your information to share.”

“You’re right, I shouldn't have,” Sigyn’s apology was instant and sincere. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why did you?”

“Because as much as I love my brother, though I’ve only known this rendition of him for barely a week, he’s aligned himself with incompetent fools. I didn’t want him to recruit you because I wanted us to go find the Godbutcher ourselves. S.W.O.R.D. will only slow us down,” she confessed. “Besides, you don’t strike me as one who works well in a team per se.”

Marc arched an eyebrow in amusement. “You’re right there.”

“Again, I’m terribly sorry Marc,” she reiterated. “I hope you, Steven, and Jake can forgive me.”

Marc was reluctant to accept her apology.

“I had a dream last night. About Loki. I believe I know where he is.”

“How do you know it wasn’t just a dream?” he followed up, still not convinced.

“Because the only thing Loki loved more than fucking me was to fuck with me,” she told him. “He’s likely watching me too, and furious I had such stellar sex with you.”

Marc cracked a smile at that. “It’s probably a trap.”

“That’s why I’d like you to come with me. He’s angry which means he’ll be sloppy. We could outsmart him.”

“Okay.”

“Really?!” Sigyn beamed. She threw herself into Marc’s arms and kissed him.

He let her. But she could feel he was still holding back, so when they broke apart she asked, “You’re still cross. What is it?”

“You let Jake do anal.”

A laugh bubbled out of Sigyn but she tamped down on it. The princess pressed herself into him, caressing his shoulders and biceps as she assuaged Marc, “That doesn’t mean I won’t let you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm I’d love it,” the princess purred as she grinded her hip against his growing erection.

He kissed her again, this time holding nothing back. “Fuck, you’re bad for business. You scramble my brain like an egg.”

Sigyn treated Marc to the open smile he’d grown to crave. “I’m rather fond of you too.”

There was something else on his mind. “I have a question. You and Thor never..”

“No!” Sigyn exclaimed. “He’s my brother.”

“In-law,” Marc pointed out. “And this Thor isn’t even that.”

“Even so, I assure you our relationship is nothing but familial,” she averred. “To be candid, I could always see and understand his appeal intellectually, but never actually felt it. It must have fed into my resentment toward my mother for trying to match my sister with him when I lacked the desire every other maiden seemed to possess in Asgard for the prince.”

“I see.” Marc believed that they weren’t romantically entwined, but couldn’t shake that the two were in cahoots on something that went beyond stopping Gorr.

He kept it himself for the time being, enjoying the view of Sigyn changing out of her robe into a simple dove gray dress.

“Now I have a question,” she announced, sitting on the arm of the chair Marc had taken a seat in.

“Shoot.”

“I didn’t take Steven’s virginity, did I?” Before Marc could reply she added, “Please tell me I didn’t.”

“You don’t want the honor of being his first?” Marc teased. Sigyn slapped his arm. “You’re safe.”

She sighed in relief.

“Were you afraid that you were?”

“Losing your virginity to a goddess sets a rather high bar, don’t you think?”

Now it was Marc’s turn to give her a playful shove, which resulted in Sigyn climbing into Marc’s lap.

“So what’s next?” He asked, searching her deep blue irises, ignoring his body’s urge to buck up into her.

“You’ll need to summon your avian master, I presume. We need to get to Knowhere.”

“Where?”

“It’s a moon, made up of the severed head of a Celestial,” Sigyn elucidated, extracting herself from Marc’s hold. “I saw Loki there in my dream. I recommend getting dressed.”

Marc smirked, the wrappings of the suit already encasing him. “Way ahead of you, your highness.”

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