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graves4girls · 11 months

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☆ haven't i given enough | peter quill

✩ summary: you knew you should have listened to him, yet you just couldn't abandon your sword. ✮ word count: 1.5k ⚠︎ warning(s): angst (maybe idk), fem!reader ✧ be sure to check out my work on ao3 ⇢ gravesforgirls !!

It wasn't supposed to be this difficult. You were only supposed to retrieve a few scraps to repair the ship, but had unceremoniously stumbled across an agitated monster-worm-thing, tripping over one of its enormous tentacles and awakening the beast.

You grunt as your back collides with the large boulder, sword slipping from your grip on impact and clanging across the stony ground, and your head spins. You can't find the strength to move, body sore and weak and hardly staying conscious. You can vaguely hear shouting to your right, and before you can really gauge the distance that sharp tentacle is speeding right towards you, a shadow of that familiar red leather falls into your line of sight. You fight to find your focus as he shoots at the creature, buying you some time as the appendage lurches back.

"Jesus Christ, are you okay? C'mon, you can't stay here."

He reaches to lift you from the ground, and you weakly lean against his chest, but it's when he tries to pull you toward the ship that you protest.

"My…Peter, my sword. I can't –I can't leave without…my sword."

You try to pull your arm from his grip, but he only tightens his hold on you.

"We don't have time. We have to go."

You shove his chest with as much strength as you can muster, tugging your arm away.

"Peter, I can't leave my sword! I'm not leaving without it."

He opens his mouth to scold you, but before he can speak you slip from his grasp, charging toward the abandoned blade as he yells after you.

"What the fuck are you doing?! It's gonna kill you!"

You ignore his shouts as you draw closer and closer to your prized possession, and it's right out of your reach. As your hand wraps around the leather handle, a piercing pain collides with your stomach, sending you back to slam and slide across the ground, and you can't think.

Hands are cradling your head, and you can barely squint your eyes open to find the fuzzy outline of that blond head of hair looming over you. Your hand slinks up to feel for the source of the stinging pain in your abdomen, and you sob at the burn as your fingers meet wet, squelching flesh, bringing your blurry gaze down to your hand, drenched in a nauseating red color. The ringing in your ears slowly fades, and you can hear him stumbling over his words.

"No, don't look. Don't touch it. You're gonna be fine." He keeps your neck craned back as he holds you against him, pushing your hand down.

You whimper at the ache every breath brings, screwing your eyes shut.

"Hey, c'mon –stay with me. You're gonna be fine, just –just keep looking at me. You're okay."

He stares down at you with glossy eyes, darting across your face as he brushes away the hair that's sticking to the sweat on your face.

"My…sword. Where –where is it?"

You try to sit up, but he keeps you laid out on the ground when you whine at the jolt of pain that surges through you.

"No, don't move. Just, stay. I got your sword. Rocket's getting the ship. Please –just stay with me."

His hands are hot against the contrasting cold of your cheeks, and your eyes feel far too heavy to stay open, all you want is to sleep. You wheeze out a few coughs, and cringe at the warm liquid that spews from your throat, dripping down your chin. Your eyelids flutter closed, and you can't seem to peel them back open as he shakes you.

"No, c'mon. Don't –don't do that. Open your eyes. You can't –please. Rocket, hurry!"

He lifts you into his arms as he stands, rushing to get you into the ship.

"Please –we need to help her. Drax –Mantis, help me!"

You groan at the throbbing in your stomach, eyes peering around the bright room as you slowly recollect yourself. You're splayed out on the small berth, blanket thrown over your body. You scan the room, glint of light catching your eye, and you let out a breath when you find your sword propped against the wall. Your eyes flick to the door as it slowly opens, and throw a weak smile to the intruder.

"Didn't expect you to be awake."

"Me either, honestly. I thought that was it."

"You remember what happened?"

You nod slowly, wincing as you sit up. "Up until, y'know…falling asleep. Or something…where's Peter?"

"In his bunk, pulling his hair out. He's been fucked up since the mission."

You frown, hands fidgeting with the loose threads on the blanket. "Can you tell him to swing by? I'd like to see him."

"Sure thing, kid. Don't move around too much. You're still healing."

You only give a small nod as he slips out the door, and you slowly push the blanket off to eye the bandages that wrap around your waist, faintly blood-stained and in need of a change. You grimace a bit at the thought.

The door opens a while later, and he really does look rough. Hair tangled and mussed, dark rings under his eyes, and he moves slow and careful, as if not to startle you. He stands by the doorway as he pushes it closed, and you smile at him.

"Hey."

"Hi," is all he croaks out, unmoving from his spot by the door.

You frown once more, gesturing for him to step closer. "C'mere."

He cautiously approaches the bed, gently perching himself at the edge as you reach a hand out to comb through his tousled hair. He doesn't speak, eyes falling to stare at the dirty wrap, and you sigh quietly.

"I should've listened to you," you mutter softly, letting your hand caress the nape of his neck. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry."

He finally meets your gaze, scooting closer. "You're here. That's all that matters." His hand snakes around your thigh, squeezing comfortingly, a few moments of silence falling over you before he speaks again. "I really thought I lost you."

Your heart breaks at the way his eyes tear up and the break in his voice, and you pull him closer to hug him against your chest, ignoring the dull pain as he wraps around you like a constrictor, face nestling into your neck.

"I know. I'm sorry."

He hiccups, muffled against your skin, and you press a small kiss to his shoulder.

"I don't know what I would've done."

Your hand rubs up and down his back, tangling in his hair as it slides up to the back of his head. You stay there, with him stuck to you like a leech, cradling his head as he sniffles, tears staining your skin.

"I think I need a bandage change. They're kinda gross."

He pulls away, eyes red and puffy, and he follows your gaze, scrunching his nose as he nods. You let a hand catch his cheek, thumbing at the wet remnants under his eyes as you smile. He reluctantly releases his hold on you to stand, pressing a hand to your chest when you try to follow.

"You're not supposed to be standing and moving around. Lay down."

You roll your eyes, shoving his hand away as you slowly let your feet meet the floor. "I'm fine. It'll be alot easier if I'm standing. I won't move around. Just go get some clean bandages. I feel disgusting."

He huffs a bit but doesn't protest, disappearing for a moment before emerging with a small med pack. You watch as he digs through the bag and pulls out the white wrap, setting it aside to peel away the old bandage. You cringe at the sticky sound it makes as he unravels it from around your waist, and you eye the line of stitches across your stomach as he tosses it away.

"I'm gonna have a gnarly scar, though."

He glares at you, unamused at your attempt to lighten the situation. He cleans the blood-crusted wound, and you whine at the sting.

"Stay still."

You let a hand squeeze at his shoulder to brace yourself, and he drops a small kiss to your lips as an apology once he's finished. He wraps the clean bandage around your waist, pushing aside the pack to help you lay down.

"Thanks."

He smiles down at you, big hand reaching to clamp around your own, thumbing over your knuckles.

"Do you need anything else?"

You think for a moment, playing with his fingers. "Maybe just stay here with me for a little bit. I feel like an asshole for putting you through that."

He glowers at you as he situates himself beside you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I'm just happy you're okay. Just don't pull any shit like that again or I'll kill you myself."

You scoff quietly, pulling at his hand to tug him down, big hand falling beside your head as he hovers over you. You lift your head to kiss him, sweet and soft, and he's more than eager to reciprocate.

#p.quill #peter quill #star-lord #star lord #peter quill x reader #star-lord x reader #star lord x reader #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy volume 2 #guardians of the galaxy volume 3 #gotg #gotg 2 #gotg 3

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miss-lauryn-hill · 1 year

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"I guess David Hasselhoff did kind of end up being my dad after all. Only it was you, Yondu. I had a pretty cool dad. What I’m trying to say here is… sometimes that thing you’re searching for your whole life… it’s right there by your side all along. You don’t even know it."

GET TO KNOW ME MEME [2/10] CHARACTER DEATHS:

YONDU UDONTA || GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL. 2

#guardians of the galaxy volume 2 #guardiansofthegalaxyedit #gotgedit #gotg 2 #gotg vol 2 #yondu #yonduedit #yondu udonta #yonduudontaedit #marveledit #mcuedit #peter quill #michael rooker #tw flashing gifs #my gifs: movies #gtkm meme #gtkm: character deaths

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cressida-jayoungr · 8 months

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One Dress a Day Challenge

August: Fantasy & Sci-Fi

Guardians of the Galaxy, vol. 2 / Elizabeth Debicki as High Priestess Ayesha

Ayesha and her people, the Sovereign, only appear in a few short scenes in this film, but they are extremely memorable, and the visual design plays a large part in that effect. This gown was made mostly of leather.

The designer, Judianna Makovsky, had this to say in an interview: "I wanted it to have a very metallic and intricate feel. One of the things that James Gunn said is that 'everything in the world is gold.' But we didn't want it to look like Las Vegas. So it wasn't going to be sequin-sparkly, anything like that. But also, we wanted something that was quite sexy as well as being armor. We were also paying a bit of homage to Flash Gordon. Everybody seems to love Flash Gordon, so I wanted to keep it in that world.... We had two versions of skirt: one for sitting and one for standing. One that would fully tulip all the way around and one that was flatter in the back. So it was pretty either way."

Elizabeth Debicki also commented that the costume helped her to get in character: "The restrictions in a costume like that, the corset element of it, the severity of the angles of it and even the weight of it, completely informs how you move because you can' t do certain things in it, which then indicates the type of person you are. When you think of the logic of that character, you wonder why she wears something like that. But it's because she' s informing her people the type of queen she is. It completely changes your physicality, though. I didn' t really feel like Ayesha in a way until I put that dress on and then sat on that throne. Then I really knew what she was all about."

#guardians of the galaxy volume 2 #scifi costumes #elizabeth debicki #one dress a day challenge #one dress a week challenge #movie costumes #marvel costumes #guardians of the galaxy #2017 movies #2017 films #high priestess ayesha #gotg vol 2 #gotg2 #judianna makovsky #gotg #sovereign #ayesha

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amillsy191006 · 11 months

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When the cgi raccoon with a tragic backstory likes radiohead

#guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy volume 2 #guardians of the galaxy volume 3 #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon fanart #gotg #gotg vol 2 #gotg vol 3 #gotg fanart #gotg vol 3 fanart #guardians of the galaxy fanart #guardians of the galaxy volume 3 fanart #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 fanart #rocket gotg

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aleksmaximoff · 1 year

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Mantis Icons

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #avengers #mcu #marvel movies #infinity war #endgame #guardians of the galaxy icons #guardians of the galaxy volume 2 #mantis #mantis icons #pom klementieff #pom klementieff icons #christmas icons #cute icons #marvel icons #icons

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somewhere-on-knowhere · 11 months

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Watching GOTG2 after seeing GOTG3 and being dragged down into Starbula/Quebula hell makes me feel like a frigging conspiracy theorist, because I lost my entire mind when I saw that immediately after Drax tells Peter that he needs to find a woman who is "pathetic" like him, it cuts to Nebula (and Gamora I know xD). Like I don't believe this was intentional in the slightest but it makes me happy anyway.

#guardians of the galaxy volume 3 #guardians of the galaxy volume 2 #quebula #starbula #peter quill #nebula #drax #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #gotg2

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figures4fun · 1 year

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Face the future…together or apart

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halo20601 · 3 months

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"What...?" (Persona 5 ACAU Incorrect Quotes)

Goro: "Your parents were brilliant when it came to their research in Cognitive Psience. But they lacked the vision for what it could be used for. How it could fix this country. Still, it did hurt me giving them that mental shutdown."

Sojiro (now realizing Goro was responsible for causing the car accident that not only killed his parents, but Wakaba as well): "What...?"

Goro: "Now, I know that sounds bad..." (Before he could finish, Sojiro shoots Goro until he runs out of bullets.)

#source: guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy volume 2 #Persona 5 #Adult Confidant AU #scruffyturtles #incorrect quotes #Persona 5 ACAU #sojiro sakura #goro akechi

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bathmob · 11 months

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mantis warm uop

#uop is pronounced w/ a burp #my art #doodles #mantis #gotg #guardians of the galaxy volume 2 #guardians of the galaxy

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guardingthegalaxy · 3 months

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He means well, I swear.

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL.2 (2017)

#drax the destroyer #peter quill #star lord #guardians of the galaxy volume 2 #gotg vol 2 #dave bautista #chris pratt #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe

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graves4girls · 11 months

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Hiiiiii :) could you do Peter quill x reader, he was cuddling his new baby and sing his favorite song to her, put the baby to sleep , reader went out with friends and she wanted Peter to baby sit their daughter, father and daughter day. I thought it was cute, fluff thank you

☆ all i ever asked | peter quill

✩ summary: request ✮ word count: 915 ⚠︎ warning(s): fem!reader ✧ be sure to check out my work on ao3 ⇢ gravesforgirls !!

You slip on your heels, patting down the wrinkles that had formed across your shirt as you step out of the bedroom, swiping your purse on the way to the living room.

"Peter? I'm about to head out," you call, smiling when you find him laid back against the couch cushions, arm draped over the back, pulling his eyes from the television.

"Have fun." He mirrors your expression.

You bend down to drop a kiss to his lips, soft and chaste, combing back the messy curls that somehow always end up falling into his face. "Make sure Meredith gets to bed on time. You and I both know how she gets when she doesn't get enough sleep. The milk's in the back of the fridge, middle shelf. She's asleep right now so she should be okay for the next two hours or so. I'll be back around eight."

"Yes, ma'am." He nods, pulling you down to press one more kiss to your lips, holding you in place for a moment. "I love you."

You let your hand caress the side of his face, thumbing over his jaw as you pull away. "I love you, more. Remember, put her to sleep right on time. Not before, not after."

He nods with a dramatic sigh, throwing you a pout as you glare at him. "I messed up one time and I'm still getting reprimanded."

You roll your eyes, pulling the door open. "I'll never get back those few hours I could've used to sleep instead of having to tend to our screaming daughter. On time."

He waves you away as you step out the door, propping his feet onto the coffee table in front of him and bringing his focus back to the television.

He stirs awake at the wailing that floods into the room, jolting from the cushions and rushing to the nursery to peek over the crib.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the crib. Shh…"

He hushes the infant, lifting her into his arms to hold her against his chest, big hand secure against the back of her head as he carries her into the kitchen. He shifts her to nestle into the crook of his elbow, supported against his chest as he wrenches open the refrigerator, pulling one of the many bottles from the back of the shelf and nudging the door closed with his hip. He turns to flip on the faucet, letting his hand hover below the spout until it runs warm and holding the bottle under the stream, warming up the chilled liquid and humming quietly as he assures it's the right temperature before lifting it.

Tiny hands wrap around his fingers, small grunts and little breaths with every sip from the bottle, and she coos as he gently pries it from her hold to drop it into the sink when she's finished. He lifts her to rest against his shoulder patting her back as he wanders into the nursery, laughing at the loud burp she gives.

"That was impressive."

He sets her down on the playmat, kneeling down to her level and picking a book from the shelf beside the crib, opening it and reading aloud to the infant. She turns at the sound of his voice, eyes big and innocent as she reaches out to grab at the bracelet hanging around his wrist, pulling at the elastic as he pauses.

"You're a terrible listener. Here, play with this."

He uncurls her fingers from the band, setting the book down to offer a small teething toy in place of his jewelry, watching her clumsily grab for the toy and mouth at it.

He eyes the watch on his wrist, groaning as he slowly stands from the floor.

"Holy shit, I'm getting old, " he grumbles as he stretches out his legs, bending over to pick up the baby. "Alright. Time for bed, Mer."

She gurgles as he lifts her from the mat and carefully pulls the toy away, tossing it onto the small dresser and padding toward the crib. He lays her onto the soft mattress, watching her squirm a bit, leaning against the rail and softly humming a quiet tune. She stills eventually, yawning and stretching out onto the mattress and letting her eyelids fall shut, pretty long lashes fanning over those adorably chubby cheeks. He continues the soft crooning until she falls silent and unmoving, straightening and turning to exit the room.

He jumps when he finds you leaned against the doorway, holding a hand over his heart.

"What the hell?! Don't scare me like that. When did you get home?"

You huff out a small chortle, stepping out of the room and pulling the door shut as he passes you. "Few minutes ago. She loves when you sing to her. It always knocks her out cold."

He hums, letting his hands slither around your waist to pull you into his chest.

"And you're perfectly on time."

"Do I get a congratulatory kiss?"

He leans in, lips ghosting over yours before you're mirroring him, letting your hands press against his chest as he holds you close, humming into your mouth when your fingers nestle into his curls.

"I'm confident in saying you're the best dad in the whole universe. I couldn't ask for more in a man."

He smiles at you, sweet, and soft, and so gentle you nearly melt into a puddle right there in his arms.

"I love you, more than you'll ever know."

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serosfan · 11 months

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Why does nobody talk about how GOTG2 has 2 of the saddest MCU scenes and one of them is like 5 seconds long.

1. Yondu’s death. Man spent his last seconds consoling Quill and Quill’s screams into space? HEARTBREAKING.

And 2. The scene where ego grabs the guardians and we see Groot in the little tunnel and we see him get closed in and it just zooms in on his face and he’s crying real tears and it’s real baby crying sounds ohhhh my god.

#GOTG #GOTG2 #gotg v2 #gotg vol 2 #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy 2 #guardians of the galaxy volume 2

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the-widow-sisters · 9 months

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"I... missed you." With Gamora and Nebula?

A/N: Thank you so, so much for this request! 💖💖💖 This one takes place between Infinity War and GotG Vol. 2.

This is actually the first time that I've written anything for Gamora and Nebula, but I've been absolutely dying for the chance to (as you can tell by the slightly insane word count 😅) Hopefully I was able to portray them mostly well, lol. Gamora was a bit hard to write only because she reminds me of a green version of Natasha. But she is slightly different from Natasha so I have to write her differently, and that makes for some complications 😅

Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy! Original list is here!

Word Count: 2.9k+

“Can you braid my hair for me?” Gamora asked abruptly, interrupting the half-awkward, half-comfortable silence between her and the blue-skinned woman.

Nebula instantly stiffened, stopping in the middle of eating the candy that Gamora had fetched for her earlier. Gamora could hear how her heart picked up its pace a bit. Despite the fact that her face betrayed no such emotion, Gamora knew the request had thrown her off and made her nervous at the mere implication of the amount of contact required to do such a thing.

The Guardians were docked for the time being, and everyone was out drinking for now and celebrating their victory, so it was just she and Nebula for now.

On the Guardians’ way to the planet they were currently on, she had found out that Nebula was going to be in the same location as them. Mustering all of her courage, she had tentatively extended the invitation for her to come and visit the ship since no one was there.

Gamora had been sure that Nebula would not agree to it. However, to her utmost shock, after about thirty minutes and just when Gamora had been about to go and have fun with the others, footsteps had sounded on the metal flooring of the ship, and Nebula had come.

Nebula, of course, had not been happy about it, but she was there nevertheless and that had to count for something.

“Why do you need me to do it? You are perfectly capable of braiding your own hair. I have seen it,” Nebula defensively spat at her, bristling as per usual but with a bit more of an edge in her voice than she ordinarily would have as she put the candy bag down.

Gamora let out a deep breath through her nose.

She had not really wanted to expose the reasoning behind her request, but she knew that there was little chance that Nebula would agree to this without her thinking of some manner of explanation. As it was, Nebula seemed to be convinced that this was some manner of trick and that it had some kind of ulterior motive behind it.

Gamora had truthfully only wanted to offer her and her sister a chance to spend more time together and to reconnect in a manner that was deeper than just surface-level conversation.

Nebula was not someone to talk about her deeper feelings, and Gamora knew that. It was an obvious show of weakness and Nebula despised weakness with everything she had.

The hug that she and her sister had shared not so terribly long ago lingered in Gamora’s mind. How Nebula had so tentatively returned the embrace and how she had been so stiff at first but slowly melted against Gamora. How sharply she had sucked in that breath as she pulled back and turned away, rushing as quickly as she could in the opposite direction without looking like she was running despite the fact that the both of them were well-aware it was an escape.

The hug had been one of the nicest things that Gamora had felt and undoubtedly one of the best memories she had. Especially when it came to her sister.

Now that Gamora was in a better place to offer and receive affection— in large parts thanks to Peter and the rest of the Guardians— she wanted to extend that same love to her sister. The person that had gone through it all with her. All of the pain and suffering and torture and tears and evil. She wanted to give her love.

All Nebula had ever wanted was love from Gamora, and Gamora hated herself for ignoring that need and selfishly prioritizing her own wellbeing.

Braiding one another’s hair had been something they did in the earliest weeks of their time together. Nebula had lost her hair considerably early on, parts of it being removed in patches as panels were placed on her body with synthetic skin covering parts of her.

As she lost her hair slowly, Nebula still braided Gamora’s hair. When she eventually was completely bald, it was Gamora who had finally put a stop to the entire thing, unable to bear the fact that she had something so precious that she knew Nebula herself had owned before and had wanted to keep.

The reason she was suggesting it now was because she wanted to have something that could bring them together physically in a manner that could ground Nebula.

“I was injured in the last mission we had,” Gamora stated simply, referencing the last time that she had gone out with the Guardians. Nebula instantly looked as if she were closing off to her a little at the mention of the others, and Gamora could see her jaw clench as she shot back her response to Gamora’s statement.

“It didn’t seem to stop you from raising your arms up to reach the snacks earlier,” Nebula sneered.

However, Gamora knew it was a barb simply intended to invoke anger from her. It was so that Nebula could steer them back into territory that she was more comfortable with and new how to navigate.

“Just do it, please,” Gamora simply requested once more.

Nebula eyed her carefully and distrustfully, her expression guarded outside of the typical mask of irritation and anger written in her features.

Gamora could practically hear the gears turning in her head as Nebula mulled over the request. Gamora could see how close that the blue-skinned woman was to turning her down.

However, surprising her, Nebula curled her lip in a slight snarl and just glared at her.

“Fine. I suppose you’re finally admitting I’m better than you at braiding. I always have been,” Nebula responded to her. Gamora bit back her desire to rise to that challenge, the flames of aggravation licking at the edges of her mind.

“Come on, then,” Gamora told her, choosing not to grace that with a response as she walked ahead, leading Nebula to her quarters. Nebula strode along behind her, her footsteps falling certainly but her heartbeats thumping erratically.

Gamora entered the room, and Nebula stood awkwardly near the doorway. The door slid shut behind her, and Gamora did not speak as she withdrew a hair tie and a brush from a drawer near her bed. She then moved onto the bed, sitting down on the edge. She looked to Nebula expectantly.

Nebula looked at her impassively for a few seconds before letting out a huff that communicated nothing but exasperation. However, Gamora knew that Nebula was simply trying to dissipate the nervousness she was feeling. She could feel Nebula’s heart calming a little as she let out the breath.

“Just sit on the bed behind me—”

“I know how to do it,” Nebula growled as she interrupted her, her voice challenging Gamora to dare say anything otherwise. Gamora quieted, not saying anything as she fought her own impulse to be irritated with the other girl.

Gamora was trying to do something for Nebula in the end, after all. But Nebula always had to make it hard.

Nebula moved onto the bed behind Gamora, not bothering to take her shoes off, and Gamora bit back the desire to tell her to take her shoes off before getting on her bed. The only thing stopping her was that she did not want to scare her off.

Gamora wanted to have a sisterly bond with her, and those feelings were the fuel for this entire thing.

That and Gamora’s overwhelming sense of guilt overcoming her every time she thought about Nebula’s broken admission of just wanting a sister.

Nebula waited a few moments, her heart thumping in her chest heavily again.

Gamora knew she was scared of this contact. They had not shared it in a long, long time, and Nebula herself was likely terrified of how intimate and close and sisterly that it all was.

Gamora, of course, could not be sure that these were the feelings rushing through her, but she would be willing to wager only because it was how Gamora herself felt.

As the brush finally made contact with her hair, Gamora clenched her teeth, expecting Nebula to be rough. After all, in most situations, she was no less.

However, to her shock, Nebula brushed through her hair painstakingly gently. Gamora tentatively loosened her jaw, a little too on-guard to completely relax but finding herself pleasantly surprised so far.

Nebula did not say a word as she got out the tangles and worked surprisingly quickly considering how careful that she was being. Gamora remained quiet as well, almost afraid to disrupt the rare peace between them.

Nebula then put the brush down. Gamora followed her movements in her peripheral vision, catching sight of the metal glint of Nebula’s arm. It sent a twinge of guilt in Gamora’s stomach, and she tried her best not to think about the day that Nebula had received that “improvement.”

Nebula softly braided her hair, still not speaking, and Gamora was not sure what to make of her silence. Her heart had calmed somewhat, so Gamora could only assume that she was perhaps growing a bit more comfortable.

Gamora risked speaking up.

“Did you enjoy the candy earlier?”

“No. It was too sticky,” the reply was simple and slightly irritated. However, Gamora knew that if Nebula truly would have had any issues with it, she would not have eaten it and definitely would have described the taste rather than the texture.

Gamora just hummed a soft laugh, and Nebula did not speak as she worked.

Before too terribly long, she finished off the braid, tying it off carefully.

Amazingly, despite the fact that Gamora had expected some manner of sarcastic comment, Nebula did not say anything at all, remaining silent in the manner that she mostly been since starting this venture.

Gamora hesitantly thought of what she had wanted to do since she thought of this idea. It was something that would allow Nebula to have some amount of enjoyment from the experience as well despite the fact that she could not participate in it the way that she used to.

Gamora turned to face Nebula, watching her, and Nebula flinched at the sudden movement. She did not seem to be sure how to respond to the change in position.

Gamora offered her a brief onceover before wetting her lips and speaking up suddenly.

“Turn around,” Gamora gently commanded, the words more of a request than anything. Nebula instantly stiffened, those darkened eyes gazing blankly back at Gamora for a moment.

Gamora could hear the increase in her heart rate, and she knew that she was scared to offer that sort of vulnerability. Turning one’s back meant offering an opening to be attacked from behind. Gamora just gazed back at her wordlessly, leaving the request hanging out in the open. She knew that if Nebula did not want to indulge her invitation, she would make no qualms about saying as much.

Something in Nebula must have decided ultimately that she would trust Gamora in some capacity because she turned her head to the side, looking away for just a moment before starting to slowly maneuver herself around to allow her back to face the green-skinned woman.

Gamora let out a soft breath, feeling somewhere between utterly guilty for being a primary cause of that distrust and feeling absolutely beyond ecstatic that Nebula chose to trust her.

To the outward world, it would be a small and insignificant thing, but between the both of them, it was a special message.

It meant she trusted her not to hurt her.

Gamora looked at the back of Nebula’s head, studying it carefully as she tried to maintain her nerve. She had asked Nebula to turn around for a reason, and she did not want to scare her by waiting too long to do what she had been aiming to.

Gamora tentatively lifted her fingers toward the back of Nebula’s head.

She knew she could not braid her hair for obvious reasons, but she could at least attempt to return the favor in the best manner that she knew how. It would be like old times or as close as they would ever get to them, and maybe the contact would bring some manner of comfort to Nebula.

As her fingertips softly made contact with the back of Nebula’s head, Nebula flinched violently, the muscles around her shoulders and the back of her neck visibly tensing and flexing with the sheer fear she was experiencing.

Gamora hesitated, hoping that Nebula would not run as she so often did when things were too overwhelming for her. She waited for Nebula to show any signs of trying to escape or attempting to fight back.

To her surprise, it was as if time had stopped and it almost seemed that Nebula had held her breath. Gamora could not help but wonder if she was perhaps afraid to move.

Nebula’s heart was racing and honestly, Gamora’s was not doing much better. She knew that Nebula could hear it, and perhaps that was the only thing grounding her there. The knowledge that Gamora was as scared as she was.

As nothing happened and Nebula did not run, Gamora tentatively ran her fingers along Nebula’s skin on the back of her head. It was synthetic but she apparently had some manner of nerve endings added to it so that Nebula could actually feel the touch.

Nebula was so still that Gamora almost thought she was not even breathing. She softly touched her head, tracing down to the back of her neck. She gently moved back up, her fingertips brushing along until she was behind one of Nebula’s ears. She softly moved up toward the top of Nebula’s head, noting her little sister’s height not for the first time.

The entire time, Nebula did not utter a word, and it made Gamora think of when Nebula had not said anything as Gamora hugged her. Nebula was undoubtedly not used to touch unless it was some manner of pain being inflicted upon her or as a result of Thanos’ almost nonexistent favor toward her.

Gamora desperately wanted to change that. Change it like it had been changed for her. Kind, soft touch should be given freely and not as some manner of a reward for doing Thanos’ bidding.

It should be given between sisters.

She even remembered a point in time that Nebula had been given those kind, soft touches freely. It had been when they were children, but nevertheless, it had been given. It had just been far too long ago, and Gamora suddenly found herself wishing that they had somehow met one another in different circumstances. That they had become sisters in different circumstances.

She felt an overwhelming sensation of loneliness, sadness, and regret. And, strangely enough, wistfulness as she thought of the girl that Nebula could have been and how much happier the both of them could have been together.

As Gamora traced the panels surrounding Nebula’s head, however, she was brought to the here and now and the reality of it all. The fact that they did grow up the way they did and the fact that she had not spent time with her nearly as much as she should have for the duration of their lives. Even if she would have had to face punishment, it would be better than having to consider the fact that Nebula went through life alone for the majority of it.

Compelled to speak, Gamora let her hand fall softly from Nebula’s head, her fingers softly brushing Nebula’s neck and the back of her shirt as Gamora looked down at the bed where it had wrinkled as a result of their movement upon it.

“I… missed you,” Gamora whispered softly, her words barely a breath between her and Nebula’s back as she offered the admission.

Nebula did not say anything, but given how her heart jumped at the admission, she knew that it meant something to her little sister. She was not sure if the emotion was anger, love, hope, or hatred, but Gamora hoped beyond hope that Nebula was not upset.

Nebula sucked in a breath, the slight whine of human vocal chords and a robotic voice box melding as some noise barely formed in the back of her throat.

Gamora knew that the woman was on the verge of running, and Gamora made no move to fight as Nebula actually took action, moving off of the bed swiftly as she strode over to the door. Her head was held high as she tried to deny anything being wrong, but Gamora could hear the quick thumping of her heart as it faded with the distance she put between them.

Gamora simply looked down at the bed, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as she closed her eyes. The regret was taking hold as it always did when Nebula left. Always thoughts of how she could have done things differently or better.

“I…”

Gamora’s eyes opened as she heard the other woman’s voice speak up not too far from her. She looked up at Nebula as she spotted her lingering in the doorway. Nebula was still and her back was to Gamora as she moved her head to the side.

“I’m docked five ships over.”

Gamora’s heart leapt with hope, and Nebula, almost sensing it despite the fact that she was too far to hear her heartbeat, scoffed.

“Do not get excited, sister. It’s so that someone can bring me back my spare prosthetics that the fox stole last time we saw each other,” she informed her dismissively, stalking out the door as she left and headed down the hall toward the exit.

Gamora could not help her smile as it slowly overtook her face.

It was a small gesture, but with them, it was enormous.

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