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Temporary Home : Chapter 26

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: When your order for spider repellent finally comes you have to go into town to get it, but what happens when your solo trip turns into you bringing not one, but three, of the Guardians with you into town?

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Author’s Note: For my records this chapter ends on day 76 of the Guardians living with reader. Enjoy!

Word Count: 6,992

There was only just enough time for you to register the color blue in the dim light before your would-be punching victim grabbed your wrist to block the blow and in one fluid motion had you spun facing away from them with your arm pinned behind your back. Soon followed the same gruff voice, which you now realized to be Yondu's, saying, "Alright, easy now-"

The two of you stood there for a moment with him pinning your arm firmly behind your back, your breath coming in quick bursts as your heart threatened to launch itself from your chest.

He spoke again. "For yer benefit I'm gonna assume that ya didn't mean that," he was clearly referring to you nearly sucker punching him, "-which is the only reason you're still standing. Now, if I let you go are ya gonna behave?"

Wordlessly, you nod.

"Alright then. I'm gonna let you go and you can explain yourself."

He released your arm and you slowly turn to face him, your gaze not quite meeting his. "Sorry." you say quietly. Then, slightly more loudly, "Did you need something?"

"Well, I was a little curious as to why ya just ran out the house like that, but now I kinda wanna know why ya just tried to knock my block off."

Your face began to grow hot. You had been in such a hurry you hadn't noticed anyone else on your way out. Then again, you hadn't been looking too hard either. Furthermore, what could you say? That you were running away from some spiders? You didn't think you could bring yourself to admit it.

"I- um," your gaze fell to the ground, "Did anyone else see?" you asked, declining to answer why you just swung at him. Again, what would even say?

Yondu let a short laugh out his nose. "Nah, pretty sure I was the only one. Surprised you didn't see me, I was right there in the hall." After a beat he spoke again, "Now come on. Out with it."

Unsure if he still meant why you ran out, or why you about hit him, you reply, "Nothing. What do you care for?" Crossing your arms over your chest, you continue to look anywhere but towards him.

"Just curious. People usually don't run out of a place like that unless something's wrong. Thought I'd investigate to make sure you weren't chasing after something or need backup. Then I find ya hiding behind the shed and ya just tried to knock my block off and so now I figure something must be goin' on with ya."

"I don't want to talk about it," you say sullenly, your face growing hotter.

"Why? It can't be any worse than any of what you've already told me."

Finally meeting his gaze you offer nothing more than a glare.

He rolled his eyes with a smirk. "Alright. Don't tell me then. I also won't tell you about that spider crawling in your hair either."

It had just been a joke- just some good-natured ribbing- but it didn't take long to he realized he fucked up.

No sooner than those words left his lips you reacted very badly, jumping out of your skin and immediately batting at your hair to get the alleged spider off of you. Then you half-collapse onto the wall of the shed and begin quietly sobbing.

He simply stared at you a moment, too stunned to speak. Something was very wrong. It was finally clear you weren't just being moody- but fuck- what should he do?

"Um, hey now..." he said awkwardly, eyes wide.

You didn't respond. Just continued to sob, unable to stop, your cries muffled behind your hands.

"Come on now- I didn't mean anythin' by it," Yondu tried again.

Still, you didn't acknowledge him.

He debated if he should try and nudge you or something, or if that might result in you swinging at him again. Damn. He hated seeing people cry. He needed it to stop. But what should he do? Walk away? Shake some sense into you?

Eventually he rolled his eyes and sighed before saying, "Aw hell, come here-" as he grabbed you and pulled you into a tight bear hug.

Apparently it worked. The shock of it all- combined with the fact he practically knocked the wind out of you- startled you into silence mid-sob.

"What... are you doing?" you asked after several moments, confusion evident in your voice.

"Had to make ya stop somehow, and slapping ya just seemed kinda mean seein' as ya were already crying." There was an edge of humor to his voice that almost made you crack a smile yourself. He spoke up again after a moment. "So, ya done now?"

You sniff and nodded your head the best you could despite being squished up against his chest.

"Alright. I'm gonna let ya go... again... and then I want ya to tell me what this is all about."

He could feel you slump in defeat, but let you go anyway.

Once free, you took a step back and looked at the ground, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"Well?"

"It's- I don't... I mean- ugh." You covered your face with your hands. You just didn't know how to say it, so eventually you settled for. "It was just a rough day."

"Just 'a rough day,' huh?"

You nod, still not looking at him.

Yondu frowned, but said, "Well, it ain't gonna get any better standing out here in the cold. Ya ain't even got any shoes on. Come on." He gestured you back in the house.

You finally look up at him, but instead of following, you stiffened.

Yondu furrowed his brow. "What?"

You again looked down in shame. "I-... I can't." you said quietly.

He raised an eyebrow and looked towards the house in confusion before turning back to you. "What do ya mean ya 'can't??'"

With a groan you look toward the sky. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to say a word to anyone else." Returning your gaze back to Yondu you finish with a, "Understand?"

Yondu chuckles shortly. "Sure, whatever ya say." Finally- maybe you'd finally tell him what this all was about.

It takes you a few moments, but you finally manage to get out a quiet, "There are spiders in my bed."

He raised an eyebrow, his face a mixture of confusion and amusement. "That's it? Ya found a spider in yer bed, and it sent ya runnin' for the hills?"

You frown at him, then mutter that there were, in fact, two spiders in your bed.

"Ah, two spiders. I see."

From the sound of his voice it was clear he was holding back a laugh, and you frown at him.

Yondu crossed his arms. "Well you'd oughtta know that I'd find that at least a little funny, considering..."

A sigh left your nose. Of course you knew he was referring to the fake spider you had hid in Peter's bed awhile back, and that Yondu had confiscated in an attempt to stop you and Peter from pranking each other. The irony wasn't lost on you either. Didn't make you any happier about your situation, though. "Not helping."

"Are ya asking?"

"What?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Are ya asking?" He says again, almost grinning. "Are ya asking me to help ya with yer little problem."

You stammered a bit, unsure what to say. Of course you weren't! Were you? Should you? Absolutely not- you weren't a child... and yet...

With a short laugh Yondu claps a hand on your shoulder and pushes you toward the house. "Understood. Ya need someone to come squish some creepy crawlies for ya."

You pull away. "No- No I never said that."

"Didn't need to." Yondu said with a grin. "It's all over yer face. Don't worry, I won't tell nobody... long as ya make it worth it."

You narrow your eyes at him. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, nuttin much... Let's just say you'll owe me a favor and we'll call it even."

"What... kind of favor?" you ask, hesitantly.

"Well that's for me to know when the time comes. Do ya want my help or not?"

By now most of your adrenaline was wearing off and you were starting to feel the cold. He was right, you couldn't just stay out here all night- especially without any shoes or jacket. However, at the same time you knew you couldn't go back inside to your bed if those spiders were still in it. Damn it. You knew you were going to have to take his offer.

"Fine. Just... don't make it obvious. Please." Eyes squinting, you search him for any signs that he intended to trick or embarrass you, but you couldn't quite read him.

He didn't answer you either, just motioned you towards the house with that half-grin.

Letting out a silent breath, you finally start to make your way back toward the house, hoping to get it over with a soon as possible.

Once inside it was quiet. It appeared that no one noticed at all that you had even left the house let alone what transpired outside. You didn't peek inside the sitting room door as you approached the staircase, but it seemed the TV had been shut off and you heard someone utter the words "draw four," which told you the others were possibly wrapped in game of cards, which at least let you know they were otherwise occupied.

Yondu and you quietly made your way upstairs to your room, and once there, you hesitated at the door. Yondu simply grinned and shook his head, but entered first anyway, you slowly following behind him after a quick glance around to make sure you were alone upstairs.

Once you were both in the room Yondu glanced over your slightly disheveled bed before nodding, seeing that two spiders were indeed still in your bed. Quietly, but not in a whisper, he says, "These here, I take it?"

You nod.

Shaking his head with an amused grin he got down to business. A sharp whistle pierced the air, summoning his arrow and spearing both of the giant feckers in one go before catching the weapon in his fist. He stood there, admiring his kill stuck upon his arrow.

"They bite?" he asked, curious as to why you harbored such animosity towards these little critters in particular.

You shake your head. "Not really," you answer. They could, but you knew they rarely did. Even if they did they weren't poisonous, for that matter.

"Then why is it ya hate them so bad for?"

You frown at him. You knew it was irrational, but that didn't matter. What mattered now is that they were gone.

Yondu didn't mind your lack of answer, and didn't have time to press the matter further as the sound of footsteps could be heard making their way quickly to the stairs from below before Peter could then be heard somewhat apprehensively calling up from the bottom.

"Um Yondu..." he called, letting a pause linger after as if he were unsure. "We heard a whistle- Like a really familiar whistle... I really hope no one's being threatened with an arrow up there... We noticed that it's just you and the Agent that aren't accounted for..."

"Quit yer worryin,' boy! I was just getting some target practice!" Yondu hollered back down.

"That doesn't exactly inspire confidence about what I just asked!" Peter called back up, sounding a little more worried now.

"Everything's fine," you think to answer back, forcing a laugh into your voice. "Looks like he just took out some spiders."

"Ok..." Peter responds. "If that changes let us know..."

"Come on now!" Yondu scolded, seemingly jokingly. "I'm insulted. Thinkin' I'd just go whippin' out my arrow and be terrorizin' a lady for no reason!"

"Don't give me that!" Peter called up. "I've seen what you do when you're bored!"

Yondu actually looked genuinely offended by that, and with another whistle his arrow took off again and it was seconds before Peter could be heard screaming like a little girl, quickly followed by him scolding Yondu that he 'could have at least cleaned the spider guts off it first!'

Admittedly you had to fight a grin, and Yondu was pleased to see it as he called back his arrow, Peter seemingly having retreated back to the sitting room to rejoin the others after yelling back a final, "Dickhead!" He either ignored, or had been given too much a fright to notice, that the arrow had come out of your bedroom.

The spiders were now gone off the tip of his arrow, but you chose to ignore it as he went to holster it. You could deal with the corpses later- you didn't mind so much if they were dead and you had a dustpan.

Yondu happened to glance over at the bed once his arrow was in its place and noticed he had sliced a clean cut in your bedsheets when he speared the spiders. He gestured to it and said with a half-apologetic chuckle, "Looks like we got a casualty."

You shook your head and told him not to worry about it, but stopped him just as he was turning to leave.

"Um, thank you," you mutter awkwardly, rubbing the back of your head.

He simply grinned back at you cockily and replied, "Just a simple transaction is all. Pleasure to be doing business." With that, he turned and left.

His footsteps sounded down the stairs and you turned to look at your bed before carefully reaching to gingerly pull back your blanket, momentarily wondering if you should have asked him to stay longer just in case you found more, but ultimately knowing you would have felt like even more of a child if you had.

Luckily you found no more, but you did completely strip your bed of it's sheets and remade it with fresh ones, throwing the ones the spiders had spoiled with their presence in your hamper to be washed in the morning. Again, you knew it was irrational, but there was no way you'd be able to bring yourself to sleep in that bed with sheets you knew recently had spiders crawling in them.

This also meant you now needed to go upstairs to the attic to fetch a spare blanket, seeing as yours was also now in the hamper to be washed.

Climbing the attic stairs you couldn't help but also wonder what exactly Yondu would call in for his favor, and if you might come to regret this "transaction," or not. To late for that now, you supposed. All you knew know was that as soon as you retrieved a blanket you were hitting the showers and going straight to bed. Hopefully tomorrow would be better.

* * *

Luckily, the next few days were relatively smooth sailing.

Nearly the first thing you did when you woke up the next morning was to think to order some spider repellent online. Fast shipping of course.

All you had to do in the meantime was wait. Fortunately the spiders seemed to be giving you a break for now. What you didn't know, however, was that the reason for this was largely due to Yondu quietly running any he saw through with his arrow under the guise of target practice and boredom if anyone else noticed. Of course he never mentioned it to you. In fact, he'd barely seen you since that night aside from when you'd come up to him when no one else was around to ask him about that favor you now owed him, only for him to flippantly tell you that he'd figure it out later.

Groot might have possibly eaten a couple spiders as well when he was able to evade Rocket's eye. But that was less for your benefit and more because he wanted a snack.

When the morning came that you got the notification that your spider spray was waiting for you at the post office you quickly readied yourself to go back into town.

Your intent was to slip out quietly, but you were surprised by Mantis speaking up from behind you as you were slipping on your jacket.

"Are you leaving?"

You jolt, not expecting to hear her, and turned only to be surprised to see her wearing a pout. Raising an eyebrow, you answer, "Um, yeah. Just gotta run to the post real quick. Did you need something?"

"I want to see the Terran town! Can I go? Pleeease?"

"Oh-" You blinked, puzzled. She had never expressed interest in going before, at least not that you had noticed? Come to think of it, would that really even be the best idea? People would definitely start staring at her completely black eyes and those antennae...

Wincing slightly, you notice Peter and Gamora walking into the hall, and speak up so they might hear. "You're wanting to go into town, Mantis?" You weren't sure what they'd do, but you hoped they might see the impending bad idea and talk her out of it instead.

"Yes!" She gestured over to Peter, who had now stopped to exchange glances with Gamora upon hearing you. "Peter and Kraglin have gotten to go into town so many times! I want to see too!" She now dropped her pout in favor of excitement, and you were now worried she had mistook your question for an offer.

"Did I hear my name?" Kraglin asked, entering the hall from the kitchen.

Mantis nodded. "Yes! You and Peter got to go with the Agent into town many times. I'm going this time!"

Gamora meets your gaze and she seems to be on the same page as you. "Um, Mantis... I'm not sure-"

Kraglin interrupts, clueless. "Ya better hope the Agent has a hat to cover your feelers there, Mant."

Mantis looks confused, but then Peter chimes in before her feelings even have a chance to be hurt. "Yeah, gotta remember we're undercover."

Now Mantis grins wide and turns back to you excitedly. "Do you have a hat!?"

You just stood there a minute. Blinking. Part of you was annoyed they had seemingly made the decision without you. The other part was surprised that you hadn't thought of covering her with a hat in the first place- after all, you had made Peter wear sunglasses the first time he went into town with you, which wouldn't be too bad an idea in this case too now that you thought of it... Wait- what were you saying? You couldn't take her into town! You've seen how easily distracted she can be-

But damn it- that face! You knew you couldn't say no now. Begrudgingly you reply, "I think I might have something in the attic."

Mantis squealed excitedly as you glide your gaze over to Gamora and Peter. For a moment you wondered why she was looking at Peter that way before she met your gaze again somewhat apologetically and you immediately knew what she was about to say next despite you narrowing your eyes warningly.

"Perhaps Peter should go too?" She glanced back at Peter. "Give Agent a break while she runs her errands?"

You continue to glare at her as Peter shrugs and says he won't argue with a chance to get out of here for a bit. Damn it. You knew she likely just wanted some space again and found an out to get some. You attempted to curb your annoyance with the silver lining that this was further proof that she truly hadn't taken Rocket's words to heart when he pulled that stunt of trying to convince her you were gonna steal Peter.

Then, on cue, Yondu walks through from the sitting room towards the kitchen, only to clap Kraglin on the shoulder and say, "Ya should probably go with 'em too then, Krags. Quill may be watching Bug for the Agent, but who's gonna watch him?"

Yondu laughed as Peter protested the insult, and as you turned your glare to him he threw you a wink right before disappearing into the kitchen. Clearly he had heard the previous conversion happening and simply wished to stir the pot. Bastard.

Taking a deep breath, you state you're going to check the attic real quick for a hat that might work for Mantis. Maybe you'd take your time, figure out how a trip alone turned into you now bringing three people with you. You tell the others to get ready to leave while you look as you turn to head upstairs.

It didn't take you too long to find a hat. There had happened to be one hanging on an old coat rack near the top of the attic stairs. Only thing was it wasn't exactly... subtle. It was an old wide-brimmed sunhat that you think might have belonged to your mother, but you weren't sure. All you know is that you had never even bothered to wear it to play dress-up as a kid, which is probably the only reason it was still in decent condition with as old as it'd have to be.

Without bothering to look around for anything a little less... noticeable... you grabbed the hat, beat off the dust, and headed back downstairs. The faster you'd get all this over with the better. You were just going to pop in and grab your package after all. How much trouble could they possibly get into?

You return downstairs and find that Gamora had left, leaving Peter, Kraglin, and Mantis waiting for you in the hall. She was already wearing the sunglasses and beaming excitedly over how she'd finally get a turn to leave the house. Someone, likely Peter, had already managed to locate them and gave them to her. However, unlike Peter who had put on his jacket and Kraglin who was currently slipping his poncho over his head, Mantis didn't appear to have anything of the sort. When you questioned this, as it wasn't very warm out, she informed you that she didn't have one.

You frowned and handed over the hat, which she put on gleefully. "Wait here a minute. I'll grab you something." And back up the stairs you went, knowing that you had a cardigan or two in your dresser. You pulled out a brown one and went back downstairs to hand it to her. "Ok, now is everyone ready?"

Mantis nodded excitedly as the other two shrugged their affirmatives. They, of course, were happy to get out of the house for a change, but they were no where near as excited as Mantis.

With a sigh, you motion them out the door and off you went.

* * *

Mantis was a chatterbox the whole way into town. She gushed over the trees as you drove past, and pointed out every animal she spotted- mostly livestock- and asked what they were from the back seat.

Admittedly it was a little endearing, her innocent excitement. She didn't even ask "Are we there yet?" throughout the long ride, too enamored with the scenery to care.

Mantis gasped when you finally approached the town, right before she joyously squealed that she was finally getting to see a Terran town. You couldn't help but grin at her enthusiasm as you pulled into a parking spot at the post office.

Rightfully assuming she'd want to come inside to ogle the post office interior, you didn't even bother asking if the others wanted to come inside or stay in the car. Hell, Mantis had practically jumped out before you even parked.

...And started off down the street.

"Mantis!" you yell, causing her to immediately turn around, nearly losing her hat as she done so. "Don't run off, I don't want you getting lost."

"Oh-" Mantis said, before nodding her head with a smile and coming back to rejoin the group and following you into the building.

There was no line today, which you took as a blessing. Wouldn't have to worry about too many people gawking at your housemates as Mantis busied herself ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the postcards in her out of season sunhat and sunglasses getup while Peter and Kraglin watched over her fondly as they glanced over some old magazines, waiting on you to retrieve your package.

Within a few minutes the woman behind the counter handed you over the box with your spider repellent and you thanked her before turning back to the others and gesturing them to follow you out.

The second the four of you were out Mantis piped up asking excitedly where you'd all be going next.

Truthfully, you had only planned to grab your package and head back home, but something about the excitement on her face made you preemptively feel bad to disappoint her. Before you could decide what to do, Mantis announced she spotted some flowers in a window box and then promptly stepped into the street, right in front of an oncoming car.

Luckily Peter was quicker than you in that moment and snatched her back before anything bad could happen, though the driver of the car did yell some choice words at her as he drove by. Mantis wasn't even phased, though Peter did scold her for walking out in front of a car. Perhaps it was good he and Kraglin came after all…

With a stern look you tell Mantis and the others to get in the car before someone actually did get run over.

Sensing that you were displeased with what just happened, Mantis didn't argue, but that didn't stop her from asking again what they could see next.

You thought for a moment... what could it really hurt to stay in town for just a little longer?

"Say, what do you guys think about bringing pizza back for dinner?"

"I mean, I'm game," Peter replies for the other two, "but the cheese might be a problem..."

"Ah shit, right. I forgot about Yondu." you say, frowning, but then a light bulb goes off in your brain. "Oh wait- I can't believe I didn't think of this before! There's medicine for lactose intolerance. We can pick it up right from the shop."

Kraglin raised an eyebrow. "Lactose intolerance? I thought it was that 'dairy' stuff he couldn't have? The hell is 'lactose?'"

"Yes- I mean, lactose intolerance is just what they call it when you can't have dairy. Look-" you shake your head as if waving off the conversation, "If you guys want to try pizza we can pick him up some of that medicine so he can have it too, or we can not do that. Your choice."

Mantis and Kraglin look at Peter for his opinion as he would presumably know if this 'pizza' was worth trying, and so he shrugs and nods. "Sure," he says, the other two deciding to nod with him, Mantis smiling wide- obviously excited to try some new Terran food.

"Alright. We'll stop by the shop first and pick up the medicine. There's this one pizza shop nearby that should be good for carry out."

With no arguments from anyone, you set off for the shop.

Mantis behaved liked an excited toddler. She ran off no fewer than 4 times in what was supposed to be a short visit to just grab some over the counter lactose intolerance medication. Sure, it was still a little endearing to see someone clearly so happy and excited to see so many new things, but also a little exhausting since Peter and Kraglin didn't seemed too concerned with her running all over the place. Some help they were.

You finally check out - with a few extra items like soda and napkins alone with the medicine - and get everyone rounded back up in the car to head off towards the pizza shop.

When you get there you figured three large pizzas would be more than enough to feed everyone, and let the other's look at the menu to decide what they wanted to try and what they thought the others would eat.

In the end the order wound up being one pepperoni and peppers (mostly to have a safe choice), one vegetation with peppers, tomato, mushrooms, and onions, with pineapple and sweet corn on half (Mantis insisted she wanted to try that, and you supposed she could pick them off when she realized that wasn't a great idea), and one loaded up with meats like pepperoni, sausage, ham, bacon, and even chicken (they figured that would be more enjoyed by Rocket, and probably also easiest to be filling for Drax.)

The place wasn't very busy at the moment, but it still would take a little bit for them to make the pizzas, so you decide to take the others outside to walk about while you wait.

Just like with the post office and the grocery shop, Mantis was amazed with everything, even though you personally didn't see anything particularly special about most of it. Then again, you were used to all of it. To her this was a completely new place. Again, endearing, but increasingly exhausting trying to keep up with her.

Exhausting to the point that you took a moments pause and looked over at Peter who was just chatting to Kraglin with a blasé attitude. "How do you guys keep up with her?" you ask, a littler perturbed that they weren't help keep track of her as was supposed to be their reason for coming. Well, Peter's anyway. You supposed Kraglin was technically holding up his end since he was staying with Peter, though you knew that whole "If Peter's watching Mantis, who's gonna watch him?" was just Yondu messing around.

Peter shrugged. "We mostly don't. I mean, she's never gotten lost before. She always turns back up sooner or later."

Well that explained why they didn't seem too concerned that she kept running off.

You simply sigh in response and look back in the direction you last saw her, only to see that unlike each time she'd wandered before, this time you had completely lost sight of her.

Eyes wide, you get Peter's attention again. "She's gone."

"Don't worry so much. She'll turn back up. She always does."

You scoff at him and turn to look all around you. You couldn't see her anywhere for a good thirty seconds before finally spotting her by her hat down an alleyway across the street. "Shit. You two stay right here, I'm gonna go grab her."

Not waiting for an answer you took off, quickly avoiding cars as you crossed the street towards Mantis. You were glad it wasn't dark yet, unless you counted the storm clouds that had started moving in on an otherwise overcast day. Last thing you would need was for the sky to open up before you all got back to the pizza shop. But no time for worrying about that now, because you just fully noticed where Mantis was walking.

She was heading toward what appeared to be a white, unmarked van, and you didn't like the looks of it. It was parked at the back of the alley where the alleyway turned, and you could only see the back half, as the front half was obscured by a building.

Rarely does something good ever come from an unmarked van. Especially in an alley. You knew from experience, both from working jobs where you had to find people who used them to kidnap the vulnerable, and from working jobs were you were the one inside the van, tracking those who might do harm. Sure, you might have been the good guy, but what happened to the assholes wasn't exactly nice for them either.

"Mantis!" you call out, picking up the pace, but she doesn't seem to hear you. So, you start jogging as Mantis continued getting closer to the van. You call out her name again, but again, nothing. Damn it. Switching to a full run, you notice the back lights turn on, like someone had just turned the ignition key. If there was someone unsavory in there and they grabbed her they could take off down the rest of the alley and you'd never catch them. What if they were traffickers? What if the people after the Guardians had found them and they were stalking them in that van?

Ok, so maybe you were catastrophizing, but better safe than sorry.

You finally catch up to Mantis and grab her, startling her as you jerked her away from the van. As you start pulling her back in the direction that you came the van pulls away. Perhaps this wasn't 'one of those vans' after all, but still. You had every right to be worried.

"Didn't you hear me call you?"

"No- I'm sorry!" She winced, knowing she messed up. "I didn't mean to run off again- there was just this pretty insect and I didn't want to lose it!"

Whatever the insect had been, it was long gone now, but your anger wasn't. "You just can't keep running off like that. You could have gotten lost. And don't ever go near an unmarked van, do you hear me?" Your tone was harsh, scolding.

"Sorry," Mantis replied, nodding. She looked sad from getting yelled at, but you willed yourself to ignore it.

The two of you were quiet for a moment after, you just focused on getting her back to the others, before Mantis spoke up again. "Agent? Why were you afraid?"

"What? I wasn't afrai-" It was then you realized you were still holding her hand, and you promptly let go of it. "Thought we talked about you not doing that without asking," you scold, irritated.

Mantis apologized again. "I didn't mean to- I promise! You startled me and I just... sort of did it on instinct?"

You toss her a quick glance and see she genuinely just looks so sad to have disappointed you that you can't bring yourself to stay angry. Irritation now softened, you just repeat what you said earlier, "Never go near an unmarked van, 'kay? They're just not safe." You hoped she wouldn't ask why, as you weren't sure you cared to explain just what sort of horrible things you'd seen them be used for in the past.

She didn't. Mantis simply nods and the rest of the short walk back was silent. You considered texting Maria about the van so they could look into it just in case, but if it turned out to be nothing or wasn't even actually 'unmarked' (since you only saw the back half of one side) you didn't want the fallback, so you didn't.

When the two of you reached Peter and Kraglin you suggested that you all head back to the pizza shop to wait. They got the hint that you needed to cool down a little and so didn't speak much on the way back. Even Mantis restrained herself from her former excited antics, walking quietly beside Peter with her head down, and honestly you were starting to feel bad for yelling at her. Yes, she needed to be more careful, but she was just excited.

The pizzas were ready pretty much as soon as you walked through the door, and after paying you and walking to the car you asked Mantis if she wanted to be charged with the task of holding the pizzas on the way home. She seemed to perk up a bit at having been given a job, and you cracked at smile when she remarked how warm they were in her lap.

Mantis was less excited on the way home, and at first you thought she was still sad, but a glance backward made you smile when you realized the reason for her silence was that she had fallen asleep.

You guessed the heat from the pizza boxes combined with the rain that was now coming down around you, was just cozy enough to put her to sleep.

The rain had mostly let up by the time you got home and after Peter woke Mantis and brought the pizza's inside, you placed the pizzas in the oven to heat them back up a bit before eating, as the ride from town to home wasn't exactly short.

While you waited you presented Yondu with the lactose intolerance medicine.

"What's this?" he asked, looking at the bottle.

"It's something to keep you from shitting yourself to death after eating dinner," you reply cheekily.

Yondu narrowed his eyes at you.

"It's up to you though. You can always find something else to eat if you don't trust it."

He could smell the food, and it actually smelled pretty good. He also didn't feel like making something else for himself if there was already food made, so he shrugged his shoulders and took a dose. "This better work," he said, washing it down with some water.

"Yeah, for all our sakes," Peter quipped from behind the two of you, earning a glare from Yondu before exiting the kitchen with Kraglin and Mantis to tell the others you guys brought food back.

Now that it was just the two of you, you thought to ask, "Um, if it does work, I don't suppose this will count towards whatever favor I owe you?"

Yondu just laughed and shook his head before leaving the kitchen.

"I guess I should have expected that..." you say after him in response, slightly cringing at how obvious you were making it that you were nervous about what he might ask for in return for his 'services.' You weren't used to owing other people. It felt weird.

* * *

Dinner went pretty well.

Everyone enjoyed the pizza, even Yondu who'd made the previous complaint that 'Terrans put that 'dairy shit' in everything.' And surprisingly to you, Mantis actually didn't wind up pulling the pineapple or sweet corn off her pizza. Neither did Kraglin, who also had some of that half of the pie. More power to them, you supposed.

On the flip side, unsurprisingly Groot didn't eat much, considering his tiny size. He mostly picked the toppings off one of Rocket's slices. Or was it his own slice? You couldn't tell. All you knew was Rocket put two slices on one plate and sat Groot down with him on the countertop where Groot ate the toppings off the slice Rocket left on the plate and Rocket finished off the slice when Groot had his fill of the toppings.

Also, luckily for everyone, the lactose intolerance medicine worked for Yondu. Well, mostly.

You all weren't run out of the house like the previous incidents, but every so often throughout the evening as you were winding down in your room you could hear Kraglin loudly complaining and Yondu laughing from their bedroom across the hall, each time preceded by fart noises. You couldn't help but laugh and be grateful that the smell didn't waft over to your side of the hall, and that your door was also closed if it did.

Mantis was holding back giggles as well when Kraglin could be heard proclaiming that he was gonna go sleep in Drax and Rocket's room after the third or fourth time. Yondu was only heard laughing in response and making some quip about having the room to himself.

The two of you shared a look and you could tell she no longer thought you were mad at her for running off earlier, and you were glad. It made you feel better knowing she was no longer sad about the situation, but you still took the time then to apologize for yelling at her, and in turn she apologized for running off so many times.

All in all, the day seemed like a success to you. Nothing truly bad happened in town, no one argued at dinner, and you sprayed the house down with the spider repellent that evening so it was very unlikely you'd be finding anymore spiders in your bed anytime soon.

Speaking of spraying the repellent, it seemed Gamora had either convinced the others to tidy up around the house while you were gone, or she had done so herself as perhaps a thank you for agreeing to take Peter into town to give her some space, because you noticed the house definitely seemed cleaner than you left it as you went about spraying in the corners and windows with the repellent. You made a mental note to thank her in the morning.

You were in a pretty good mood, all things considered. Much better than the other day when you nearly punched Yondu in the face.

And with the house already seemingly cleaned, the only thing really left to do was to think about what you wanted to do tomorrow, but now that you thought about it, there wasn't really anything pressing that needed done. You could maybe try and take some time to do an inspection of that tunnel like you had been meaning to? Or you could just take a day to just do nothing? Spend the day outside, taking a walk through the woods while you can before the weather really starts getting colder?

Oh wait- Fury should be coming tomorrow for another check-in and restock. Guess that means both a day-long walk or tunnel inspection are out of the question. You should really be around and available when he shows up- whatever time that could wind up being. One of these times he's probably going to come at midnight just to keep you on your toes.

Although, thinking about it some more, it has been a few days since you played the remote prank on Peter... that should be able to keep you plenty entertained while you wait for Fury and Maria to come and go.

You should see about getting the remote back from Rocket tomorrow.

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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.

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colormeyondublue · 11 months

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Hey everyone. A couple of announcements for those who are still around and who might still follow me.

-I am going to take a little time away from tumblr and other social media platforms. Due to some life stuff going on, I still haven't had the opportunity to see GOTG Vol 3. I am starting to run into spoiler snippets all over the Internet, and I'm sure tumblr won't be an exception. Due to that, I won't be back until I've been able to see the movie myself.

- I am going to take an indefinite hiatus from Yondu and the Secretary. So many things have come up, and my priorities are constantly adapting and changing, I just have not had the time to sit down and write. I don't want to aimlessly throw words into my story, as it really does mean a lot to me. When and if I come back to Yondu and the Secretary, I want to continue to work hard at it. My sincere apologies on this front, as I don't tend to like it when fic writers abandon their stories - yet I find myself doing the same. Thank you for all the love and support you guys have shown for my content...you guys have been so awesome. Truly.

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A Gambling Man

Kraglin Obfonteri x OC

An old fic for a good friend.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and gambling.

The OC is part of a crew of Ravagers that Kraglin now runs.

Post infinity war.

It wasn’t often that Kraglin’s Ravager Crew, the Obfonteri Clan, could put their feet up without having to look over their shoulders for enemies. They’d crossed a lot of people during the blip, the five year period where half of the universe had all but disappeared. With less competition, it made working easy, and the ravagers reckless. Some of their past actions had come back to haunt them lately, so when they would come to land on a particular backwater planet in the middle of nowhere, they’d all be relieved.

They owed the particular broker of the local pub his life, which earned them a safe place to crash and an open bar tab whenever they needed it. At the moment, it was late in the night, and the light from this planet’s two moons was shining into the pub from an open window. While most of the regular patrons had left hours ago, Kraglin and the majority of his crew were sitting around a circular table. It was caked with half-empty plates and a surplus of empty bourbon glasses, but that didn’t stop Kraglin from shuffling the deck of cards in his hands. “Now this is a little game I learned from some pickpocket a few years ago-” he spoke with a toothpick between his teeth- “he was a greasy little kid but he knew how to cheat a hand.”

Dropping a few cards in front of each of his crewmates, Kraglin would delve into an explanation of the game. It was simple, and a trick of mathematics. At the end of the turn every player would want to have put down a hand that added to the highest amount. Before they would turn their hand over, they would offer a bid, and the player with the highest card count would win the hand and the gamblings. Overall it was nothing more than a game of chance, and knowing the tells of your fellow players.

They would carry on like this for a while, growing rowdier and drunker by the minute. As luck would have it, fate was not on Kraglin’s side as he was on a bit of a losing streak at the moment. It wasn’t something too debilitating, he’d started by gambling coins and ended by trading off bobbles and bits. When it came to the point where he had nothing left in his pockets to give, he would give the deck of cards to another ravager to shuffle and deal.

The others seemed content to poke fun at his losses but he would just sigh heavily and lean back in his seat. So far back that he would pop his neck against the top, and give himself a view of the staircase at the other side of the bar. The owner had a few rooms for rent on the floors above and he’d offered one up to the crew, granted most of the men would just be going back to their ship to sleep, but one of Kraglin’s crew had taken the offer.

She was coming down the stairs now. Elliana Hart, the dame of their rag-tag crew of misfits and outlaws. A fellow Xandarian, as far as Kraglin knew, who had wormed her way into his heart. They’d hooked up a few times in the past and he always caught himself looking her way when they were in the same room but it had never been anything more than that. Mainly, she was the irreplaceable one on his crew and everyone knew. She was held on a higher pedestal because she was efficient, easy on the eyes, and the perfect second-in-command.

The woman would catch him staring as she hit the bottom step and she would arch a brow, he’d meet her curious expression with a smile. “Hey there Ana, finally decided to join us, did ya?”

She was wearing her usual ravager garb. A hodgepodge of equipment that somehow came together to make a proper suit, full of armored bits and weaponry alike. Without a shadow of a doubt she seemed like the type of woman who would stab first and ask questions later. In the moment though, her hair was wet from a bath and the moonlight streaming in from the window caused her damp skin to glisten, and her physical features to soften.

Her green eyes would gleam as she drew near their table. They reminded him of little jewels, precious and exotic.

“I couldn’t leave you all down here without supervision, you’re liable to get us kicked out.”

“Naw, don’t be like that Ana!” One of their fellow ravagers would protest. As he looked up from his cards, the man beside him would glance over his shoulder to steal a peek at his hand. Cheating at it’s finest.

Elliana would catch onto this and smile, reaching out to lean against the rounded table to watch as the cards were placed face down, bets were made, and then the hands were flipped. The Ravager who’d just spoken a moment ago came in last place and had to fold from the game completely afterwards. “What’re you all playing?”

Kraglin would sit upright upon hearing the interest in the woman’s voice. “This here is Guess’n Galactic. The game where you look at how much your neighbor is sweat’n, guess how high their card count is, and gamble accordingly.”

Elliana would sigh, her eyes scanning over the cards as they were shuffled and dealt out again. Getting a feel for the simple mechanics of the game just by watching a few rounds. “I’m guessing that you played so bad you had to drop out?” She would ask, seeing as he was sitting at the head of the table with nothing to show for it.

Kraglin would blow a raspberry, before picking up his recently refilled glass to bring it to his lips. He shrugs, an affirmation, even though he didn’t want to admit how bad his luck had been that night. “Why’re you asking? Were you hoping to play a few rounds?”

“Only if you will.”

“Shoot girl. I’ve got nothin’ left to bet!”

Elliana didn’t seem to take this claim at face value as she would walk around the table to pull up another chair for herself. Sitting directly across from him on the other side of the table. “That’s not true, you haven’t bet yourself yet.”

The rest of the crew would murmur and coo, finding some thrill in this sudden turn of events. Honestly though, in their drunken states, they would find a rat skittering across the pub’s floor worthwhile. Kraglin meanwhile, was entirely sober enough to sputter and cough on his drink. Staring at Elliana for a long moment before he realized that she was being entirely serious.

So he would place his glass down and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. “Alright then, whoever wins this round, I’ll give 'em a kiss. How’s that sound?”

The offer would cause most of the crew to cut their losses and drop out of the game but Elliana had taken the suggestion with a near cocky smile. Reaching across the table, she would pick up the deck of cards and deal them to those still playing. Water droplets would fall from her hair and strike the table, they catch the light and remind Kraglin of stars.

They count their cards, make a hand out of three, hoping that they have the highest numbers, and then they place them down. Elliana tosses some money onto the table, as do some of the other Ravagers. Kraglin blows them all a kiss.

The cards are flipped.

A hand adding to eight

A hand adding to ten

Kraglin had managed fourteen.

While Elliana, she was sitting high and mighty with a whopping twenty. She’d somehow ended up with a joker in her hand, of all the luck, and was now racking up her winnings from the table’s center. When her winnings were placed within a pouch attached to her belt, she would glance up to Kraglin expectantly. “Well?” She’d quip, “I kept my end of the bargain.”

All eyes would be on him as he rose from his chair. He supposed he should have felt some sort of shame as he walked around the table to lean over Elliana, but there was none. After all, was he really the loser here? He couldn’t help the way his lips would quirk upwards as he leaned in close. As he felt her breath on his skin and felt a water droplet hit his hand when he braced it against the table.

Her kiss tastes sweet, as if she’d eaten some candies or desert while she’d been upstairs. The alcohol he’d been consuming all evening was probably a poor contrast. Still though, he’d shiver, all too eager to bring his evening to a close on such a high note.

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everasbefore-everjustassure · 2 years

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Chapter 5 of GWDRR

It’s finally here! Long-awaited chapter 5 of Girls in White Dresses, Ravagers in Red. It's been almost a year since I posted the last chapter. I swear it has not been intentional. Life, physical health, and mental health all have a tendency to get in the way. I hope you'll forgive me 🥺

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19603525/chapters/98989005

#BenicioQueen #fan fiction #ao3 #girls in white dresses ravagers in red #New Chapter #chapter 5 #kraglin obfonteri #kraglin x reader #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #gotg vol 2 #guardians of the galaxy volume 2

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marinalor · 10 months

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I need some fanfics

Donovan Donati x reader, Flash Thompson x reader, Ian Kabra x reader, Azazel x reader, Paxton Mccreary x reader, David Kostyk x reader, Kraglin Obfonteri x reader, raphael Santiago x reader

Pleaseeee

I'm begging

It's 1:08 PM here and I need something to read😭

#donovan donati #flash thompson #ian kabra #azazel x men #paxton mccreary #david kostyk #kraglin obfonteri #teen wolf #spiderman #marvel #mcu #39 clues #the 100 #shadow and bone #guardians of the galaxy #raphael santiago #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments

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randoms-fandoms · 11 months

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GOTG request info!

Ships I can write (if yours is not mentioned, feel free to ask anyway, I may have forgotten)

❤️Peter x Gamora

❤️Drax x Peter x Gamora x Rocket

❤️Peter x Drax

❤️Yondu x Kraglin

❤️Drax x Gamora

❤️Peter x Nebula

❤️Nebula x Mantis

❤️Peter x Rocket

❤️Rocket x Groot sr (aka the one who was in the first movie)

❤️Kraglin x Nebula

Ships I will NOT write for

💔Rocket x anyone else from batch 89

Characters I will write “x reader”s for (can be romantic or otherwise)

💕Peter Quill

💕Gamora

💕Nebula

💕Mantis

💕Drax the Destroyer

💕Rocket Raccoon (sometimes)

💕Yondu Udonta

💕Kraglin Obfonteri

💕Adam Warlock (nothing too dark)

Other things I don’t feel confident writing (you can still request though)

🚫Anything specifically about/taking place during Infinity War, Endgame, the GOTG video game, or Thor

🚫most crossovers with other Marvel movies/characters

#don’t reblog #navigation #gotg #gotg x reader #guardians of the Galaxy #x reader

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littlebitoffanfic · 5 years

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How The Arrow Flies

Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy Characters: Kraglin, Yondu Relationship: Kraglin/reader Request: Can you write another Kraglin with a little smut but basically the reader and kraglin have something going on but he has to go away for a while and doesn’t want the reader waiting for him because he doesn’t think hes worth waiting for but Yondu comes in and helps. “Harder.” You pleaded as Kraglin let out a low groan but complied with your request. Your legs wrapped around his hips as he fucked you fast and hard. The Ravenger knew how to leave your body shaking with pleasure before searching for his own release. But there was something about this that was different. Because this time, the sex was more clingy and desperate. He tried to keep your body as close to his as possible, trying to memorise how your eyes rolled back into your head when he hit a particular spot, how you dragged your nails across his back and arched your body up. He wanted to remember it all. Only an hour earlier, the two of you had sat in the bar, not looking at each other as silent tears ran down your cheeks. Kraglin had told you he wouldn’t be able to come back and see you for at least another year and a half. And that he couldn’t expect you to wait for him as you had been doing. It wasn’t fair on you. In a life where nothing is certain, you were the only thing Kraglin knew was definite. When he first joined the Ranger crew, you had been travelling with them. Yondu had asked for your assistance on a mission. On the last night, you and Kraglin had got drunk and tumbled into bed together. Since then, Kraglin always sought you out. You two would communicate a lot, saying where you were going to be and what date and hoping the stars aligned. Normally they did and Kraglin would rush to you, desperate to feel you in his arms again. In truth, you loved him and he loved you in return. And even though you could go months without seeing each other, it was worth it. But when Kraglin found out about Yondus plans which would make it impossible to return to your planet or the closer ones for a while. And Kraglin couldn’t ask you to wait for him. He felt guilty when he had to leave early in the morning while you were still asleep but to ask you for another year and a half with no promise of a permanent return? He couldn’t do it. You had told him you would wait without question, but he shook his head. He wanted to see you happy, and waiting about for some ravenger wasn’t going to make anyone happy. He wanted you to move on. But when you asked him if he would move on, he shook his head. The second the words tumbled from his lips, your heart ached. “I couldn’t move on from you.” So the two of you went back to yours for one last night. Kraglin, conflicted between his desire for you to be happy and his love for you, wanted to give you something to remember him by. However twisted it was, he liked the idea of being the best you had ever had. “Kraglin!” You cried out, your body shaking as your orgasm ripped through it. Your walls pulsed around him and Kraglin couldn’t deny himself any longer, spilling his seed into you. With a few soft thrusts, be pulled out and fell to your side, the two of you panting. Out of habit, you cuddled into his side. Instinctively, Kraglin wrapped his arm around you and you settled your head on his chest with a content sign. ----------------time skip ------------ Kraglin left in the early hours of the morning. You had felt him move and press a kiss to your forehead You had got up just after sunrise. For a while, you couldn’t stop your tears but eventually, you got up and started to get ready. There was nothing that could be done and, while your heart was broken, you had to keep going. You had it set in your mind that you couldn’t move on for him, but that didn’t mean your life would stand still. As you made a cup of tea, you heard the doorbell followed by several hard thumps on your door. Frowning, you went over and looked through the spy hole only to see Yondu. Opening the door, you barely said hello when he walked into your home. “We gotta talk.” He stated, turning and looking at you. “Well, hello Yondu. Been a long time.” You raise an eyebrow at him, as you spoke with sarcasm. This instantly changed his demeanour as he smiled at you like an old friend. “Sorry.” He nodded his head. “Its good ta see you.” “What do we need to talk about?” You ask, walking past him and leading him into the kitchen. “Kraglin.” He stated and you froze. The relationship you shared with Kraglin had always been kept a secret. Yondu was like an older brother to you, and since you and Kraglin had got together before Yondu fully trusted Kraglin like he did now, it was agreed it was best. Plus, it was nice just sitting at a table with Yondu and Kraglin, drinking and having a laugh with no awkwardness. It was nice when the three of you could meet up like that. “What about him?” You ask, lowering yourself into a chair while Yondu sat opposite you. “The boy aint set foot in any brothel we go to. Don’t like the girls touchin’ him and doesn’t care much for flirtin’. I didn’t think anything about it, until I saw you and him together last night. So, tell me girl, how longs that been going on?” Yondu leaned back in his chair, his eyes bore into your own. Eventually, you dropped his gaze. “Seven years.” You finally answered. Yondu repeated your words with surprise as he sat upright. Apparently, he thought it had only been a little while, couple of months or a few years at most. “Yeah, about that since it became more serious. I don’t know if that’s the right word. But it started back when he joined and I helped with that jewellery theft.” You nodded, looking up to Yondu and he nodded to show he remembered the job. In fact, he remembered it clear as day. Kraglin stumbling over his words as the three of you sat and tried to figure out a strategy to get in and out. He knew Kraglin had been smitten with you from the start, but he never imagined this. “So, what in the hell happened last night?” He threw his hands up, getting frustrated at not knowing. “What do you think?” You look up, genuinely curious as to what the captain thought might have happened. “First, I thought he was breaking up with yah judging by the way you were cryin’. But then the two of you come here and he leaves in the mornin’.” Yondu talks you through and you nod. “You’re right.” You tell him, smiling at little at the shocked expression on his face. “hang on a second! I aint dated a girl where you break up with them and they invite you back to theirs.” Yondu sweeps his hands across your apartment as you laugh at his annoyance before explain to him. “He said he didn’t want to be stringing me along. Told me he had to leave and wouldn’t be back for a while and that he couldn’t ask me to wait that long for him.” You explain, your eyes falling to the floor as you spoke. You fought the tears in your eyes but failed as a few cascaded down your cheek. “He didn’t want to end things.” Yondu stated rather than asked, leaning forward on the table as his mind worked. “I don’t think he did.” You confirm, sitting up and brushing your tears away with the back of your hand. “I’ll assume your presumptions of what happened when we came back here are spot on. Then he left this morning. I don’t know what time.” “Didn’t wake yah” Yondu asked, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t like goodbyes. He normally leaves before I wake. Always kisses me on the cheek, though.” You smile a little at the memory. “So, what yah gonna do?” Yondu sits back in his chair. “What do you mean?” you cock your head to the side, a little confused. “You got a job? Gonna move on? Find a husband, have little ones runnin’ about?” Yondu wiggles his fingers on the table, making you laugh. “No, no. I, umm-“ You frown, staring at the table as you trail off. “umm?” Yondu mimics you, bringing you back from your thought. “I’ll wait.” You finally say, not looking away from the table. “Why?” Yondu asks, his voice softer than normal. “Because I love him.” You breath, looking up from the table at Yondu. “Thought so.” Yondu nods as he gets to his feet. You quickly follow as he walks to the door. “Been nice seeing yah again. A friend of mines looking for a hacker. Want me to pass on your details?” “Sure. Mind and give him my tariffs to.” You giggle, trying to stop your aching heart. Once Yondu left, the crew would be gone. Kraglin would be gone. ------------time skip ------------ You sat in the bar on Knowhere. You hated traveling out this far for a job, but since the guy was a friend of Yondus, you would bare it. He had called you the evening after the Ravagers left, saying he needed someone for a mission. He didn’t know how long it would take and to pack of a while, but you could leave any time if you wanted. Of course, you agreed to meet him on Knowhere and you would join him there. Again, you normally wouldn’t jump aboard a ship you didn’t know, but Yondu knew the guy so you felt a little bit better. Yondu wouldn’t give your details out to anyone he thought would try to hurt you during a mission. You had also agreed on a code. Since you didn’t know what they looked like, it was agreed that the password phrase was “How the arrow flies.” You found it comical but agreed. Sipping on your drink, you were about to check your communicator when you heard your name from a voice that was all too familiar. “[y/n]?” Kraglin breathed your name like it was a prayer and you sat bolt up right. Twisting round, you came face to face with him. You couldn’t help but smile as you always did when you saw him again. It didn’t matter if it had been days or months, you always looked so happy to see him. “Kraglin, what are you doing here?” You didn’t know what to do. You wanted to jump off your seat and into his arms, pressing a kiss to his lips. But it was a crowded bar. “Captain said we gotta pick someone up here.” Kraglin told you as he rubbed the back of his neck. “You?” “Yondu gave my details to someone who needs me. Said they would meet me here.” You breathe as you and Kraglin stare at each other for a moment, putting two and two together and hoping to Christ you were right. “Do you have a passcode?” He asked, almost too quickly. “Yes. Its ‘How the-“ “the arrow flies.” Kraglin finished the phrase and the two of you lock eyes. “You think he-?” He trails off. “yeah.” You nod, biting your lower lip. Yondu had set this up. “If you still want me, that is?” The question took Kraglin by surprise but, then again, of course you would question Kraglins love for you now. His eyes fell to the floor. “don’t want yah.” He shook his head and your heart broke in two. But then he looked up at you, a desperate desire in his eyes. “I need yah.” The words broke you as you leapt off the stood and wrapped your arms around his neck. He grabbed your hips as he pressed his lips to yours in a desperate and needy kiss, similar to the one you had shared the last night you were together. one of his arms wrapped around your back, holding you against him as he kissed you. “Now, I aint mindin’ playing cupid, but I aint having kids running ‘round the ship just yet.” Yondus voice made you jump apart. Kraglin turned and saw Yondu walk past him and sit at the bar to the right of your seat. He waved at the bartender and ordered 3 drinks. “did you plan this?” You asked, sliding back onto your stool and Kraglin sat to your left. Yondu simply shrugged and picked up the freshly made drink. Before you could question him further, you heard your name being bellowed as the rest of the crew joined the bar. You slipped off your stool and ran up to them, giving each a hug as they greeted you like family. “Thanks, Captain.” Kraglin spoke in a low voice as he watched you over his shoulder with a soft smile. The moment he saw you at the bar, he had hoped against hope that you were the person he was looking for. Yondu had spoken to him the moment he got back on the ship. He had said he’d seen you and Kraglin together and asked him the same sort of questions he asked you. And Kraglin had given Yondu a very similar answer. He loved you. So Yondu went to work, even getting a member of the crew to call you for the job. “don’t mention it.” Yondu looked over at Kraglin and, upon seeing the look on the first mates face, smiled a little.

#Guardians of the Galaxy #kraglin obfonteri #kraglin #kraglin obfonteri x reader #kraglin x reader #Yondu Udonta

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pendragonfics · 6 years

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You Really Got Me

Paring: Kraglin Obfonteri/Reader

Tags: female reader, set after Guardians of The Galaxy Volume 2, minor Gamora/Peter Quill, eventual fluff, secret relationship, matchmaking, Groot is adorable.

Summary: The thing about keeping a relationship on the down-low is that few to no people know about it. For the Guardians of The Galaxy, not having the both of you together is almost a crime against nature. Also, Rocket wants nothing of this. Leave him out of it.

Word Count: 2,668

Current Date: 2017-12-17

The Guardians of the Galaxy were no strangers to trouble, trouble on alien planets; trouble in general. But on the Outer Rim of known space, stranded on a semi-hostile planet while shady hired dealers were working on refuelling the Milano, you were saddled with the long watch-shift to keep everyone safe on the shift. While Mantis was grabbing sleep, Groot practicing his vocabulary, Gamora cleaning her guns and Drax working out, you and Kraglin were sitting with your weapons, keeping an eye and ear out.

“Do we really need to keep watch?” You had asked Peter, dubious. It wasn’t as hostile a planet where the people would shoot on sight, yet, the captain of the ship was set on it, and set with saddling the job on his adopted brother Kraglin, too. “I mean, one person, sure, but two? It’s overkill.”

Kraglin had agreed with you, but Peter was adamant. “Trust me on this, _________.”

So, you two were left out, sitting with your sword, and Kraglin with his blaster. It was a nice night, and you could see the constellations like what you’ve come to recognise living away from Earth. The twin moons in the horizon are rising over the mountain range, and bathing you and your broadsword in ample moonlight. The forest around the both of you is silent, empty except for its fauna, creatures darting to the places where they would rest their heads for the night, the odd birdcall made before they settled.

“So, Kraglin…” you start, moving your sword in the dirt, looking to your companion, and fellow Guardian of the Galaxy. The moonlight kissed his face sweetly, bathing his features with the silvery light, those green eyes ablaze with potential, “You never said how you became a Ravager.”

He’s silent for a second. The blaster in his hands is held tight, and with a deep breath expelled, the gun is lowered to his side. Kraglin looks you in the eyes, and released another sigh. Two sighs. No wonder he hadn’t told the story like you told your many little stories, this seemed to be a little heavier in its emotional baggage.

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you…” he says, giving you a little smirk. But you saw straight through it – it was as much as a front as Peter’s need for music to cover the losses in his life. “I was just a kid from Xandar, ten. Xandar wasn’t as nice as it was back then, and there was a raid on my parent’s ship when we got back from a special trip on some planet.” He looks to the ground, where his boots scuff the dirt, digging it to cover the caps of his toes. “It was a Kree ship, and we were shot down. Nova Corps did all they could, but covered it. Said we was dead.”

You frown, not sure if you heard that right. “Wait, we’re talking about same Nova Corps, with Nova Prime, and –,” you stop yourself, raising your brows. “How did you survive?”

Kraglin smiles. “Ravager ship was just leaving the atmosphere. Yondu’s. Saved my life.”

You smile, remembering the late Ravager, and his odd acts of kindness he made over the years. “And you just stayed with him from then on?” you ask, “I mean, you know me, the galivanting rouge, never to stay too long in one place.” You add.

“Yeah, you’re nothing like that.” Kraglin laughs, and clicking his blaster to standby on his side, gives your shoulder a playful whack, and one of his bright smiles. “Had nowhere else to go, _________. Yondu was like a father to me, Peter too. Ravager’s became a family for me.”

It’s silent for a moment between you, and then, you blurt out, “I wasn’t a pilot before this all, not back on Earth.” You say, unable to face the look in Kraglin’s eyes at the admittance. “My dad was a part of the military, and my Mom an astronaut…” Sensing his confusion at the word, you add, “Um, it meant she went to space for a living. Nobody knew she was pregnant, and she had me in space.”

He frowns. “But Terrans don’t have good space stations.” He states.

You nod. “That’s the understatement of the year, right there,” you laugh it off, but it really cuts deep. “My birth father is a man named General Ross. But…I’m just the defect of an affair gone wrong, I’m sure I have half-sisters or something back on Earth.” You shake your head, unable to picture what family you could have.

Kraglin turns toward you. “You didn’t say what happened to your Ma.”

“She was an American astronaut. They’re prized back on Earth, endless media coverage, fame, science journals to boot. You should hear about how much they like Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin…” you remember the names, how your mother would tell you about them before tucking you in at night. “She gave birth to me in space, and when she came back to Earth, they faked her return. Said she was dead, obliterated her name, put the whole scandal to sleep before it was leaked.”

He's silent.

You add, “I was fifteen when I stole a government prototype space jet, and I ran away.” You chuckle. “It was more of a suicide attempt than anything, I was shocked as hell when I met actual aliens.”

The forest is still silent, not a peep from the outside world. Kraglin glances, and puts a hand on yours, his skin cold to touch, yet, the gesture was warm. “You never said…”

You sniffle, only then realising you’d been crying. It wasn’t a good story. It was a terrible, terrible story that only told of your origins, and how you came to be the woman you were today. “I was an alien to them…to my own father. A freak.”

Kraglin smiles, those crooked teeth overshadowed by the endearing gesture. “Looks like you’re in the right place to be with your own kind, then, _________.”

You laugh it off, whispering pssh to him, changing the topic to something else.

Inside the ship, Peter turns to Gamora with a goofy grin upon his face. But the Zen-Whoberis native has nothing of it, and ignoring his antics, leaves him for a stiff drink until it’s her time for the unnecessary watch shift.

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You should have noticed it by now, but it was coming on the eighth time that Gamora had tripped you up, and had you land on Kraglin. All on different occasions, all in different contexts, apparently – she claimed to have not seen you, to not have noticed he was there, that your bones should have been strong enough from all the hits you’d taken already to get over it. But you stomached the acts. But it was the eighth time that Gamora did the deed that made you question if she wasn’t a master warrior herself, but clumsy.

It was after a deed for a Baluurian fleet when you were sitting in your hammock in the brig of the Milano, and tired after the hard day of work fending off bad guys and the works, you just wanted to read a shitty alien romance novel and ignore the world. But when you saw Gamora approaching, you put the paperback down, and extend your sword toward her.

She raises her eyebrows. “_________? Don’t say this is a mutiny.”

You huff. “I know what you’re up to! You’re trying to humiliate me for some kind of bet. Have me fall all over poor Kraglin, make us look stupid.” You hold your sword steady, and coming out from your hammock, you stand, facing your green-skinned teammate. “I’m having none of it.”

From where he sits to the side, playing in a heap of dirt he took from the last planet you all landed on, Groot agrees, “I am Groot.”

Rocket tosses a bolt near your head. “Keep it down, will you? I’m trying to make a bomb here.”

You roll your eyes, but do not back down. “Cut it out, or I’ll cut you.”

Gamora crosses her arms, her stance revealing her intentions; unyielding, firm. “Strong words from a strong woman, _________. You will not like what is to come.”

You can see over her shoulder, and entering the brig, Kraglin has something that looks like a mango in his mouth, the juices running down his arm as he bites into the auburn flesh of the fruit. But you also see – almost too late, and in comical slow-motion – Drax bounding up behind the ex-Ravager. In a matter of seconds, Gamora has moved the side, and thrust toward you with a mighty shove from Drax, Kraglin is atop you, his fruit over your shirt, your skin, your everything.

“Guys,” Rocket complains, “Bomb! I need my focus!”

Groot hums. “I am Groot.”

Rocket throws another bolt. “Nobody cares, buddy!”

But you care that Gamora has succeeded in making the eighth trip effective, and you’re fuming. “Holy hell, Gamora!” you groan, rolling Kraglin from on top of you, the juices of the fruit smeared all over you. “And Drax, why?”

Gamora passes him a handful of credits.

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You were on your way to your bunks after a hard shift in the cockpit – hard not because of the flying, no, piloting vessels was kind of your thing (besides sarcastic one-liners and the way you made being awkwardly weird cool), just not putting up with the squabbles with the other Guardians. At least Mantis wasn’t in on the whole argument, as she sat beside you and with a hand on your bare arm, told you all the meanings of your dreams the night prior. But now, you were desperate to get some shut-eye, and if you could sneak in some time at the communal shower to strip away the day before then, it would be an added bonus.

But there was a Drax-shaped wall between you and the bunks. No, scratch that. It was just Drax.

“Hey there,” you smile at the muscle of team. “What’s up?”

He frowns at the words you chose. “We are currently flying in space, _________. Nothing is up or down without gravity.”

You nod, remembering that Drax wasn’t the greatest at phrases. “No, I mean…ah, how are you?”

He smiles, it’s small, but nonetheless, there is no scowl, no war-like grimace, no deathly resting face, and you take the smile as a good sign he isn’t up to any funny business. “I am fine, thank you. How are you?”

“I’m tired,” you gesture to the bunks behind him, “I was going to sleep off the day.”

He frowns. “You cannot sleep off a day, time is not a contractible illness that fades after rest is acquired.” He pauses, and glancing down the hallway both ways, hands you a crumpled slip of paper. “I am needed elsewhere, you can sleep now.”

As he walks away toward the cockpit, you unfold the gift from Drax. It’s very poorly written, with many grammatical mistakes, but nonetheless, you discern the general meaning from what he has just handed you. You push into the bunk, where you see Kraglin sitting on his bed. He’s pulling a comb over his tuft of hair, toothbrush in mouth, and when you flop onto your bunk, he gives you a strange look.

Spitting into his glass of water, he asks, “Why the long face, _________?”

You scrunch the note in your hand, and toss it to him. “Read it.”

He undoes the paper, and narrowing his eyes, does his best. “Yuor – you got a need to put your face on –,” he raises his eyebrows at it, and scrunches it up, tosses it back to you, “Who gave that to you?”

“Drax.”

“Makes sense.” Kraglin nods, and placing the glass beside his bed, he adds, “I mean, it’s weird, and sounds like something that he’d say. Not that any of this makes sense.”

You nod, “First Peter has us doing menial tasks together.”

Kraglin agrees, “and Gamora makes us fall over on each other!”

“And this shitty note!” You toss it toward the waste paper basket beside your makeshift bookshelf, the paper missing, hitting the rim, falling onto the floor pitifully. “I think we should tell them.”

Kraglin shakes his head, unsure. “I don’t know, _________…last time I told Peter I had a girlfriend, he took her out, and slept with her. Turned out she was a traitor to the Ravagers, but still. He could take you!”

You pssh at those words, laughing, “Take me? Jeez, that sounds like I’m an object!” you stand, and go to where the paper rebounded the bin. “No. I’m in love with you, Krag, and have been for what, three years now? I’m sick of hiding it from the team. I’m sick of being a part of their pranks to make us do something about it.” you toss the paper in the bin, fixing the problem. “Are you with me, or not, Kraglin Obfonteri?”

He nods. “Always, darling.”

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The next day, you approach the cockpit with Kraglin at your side. Everyone’s there – Drax is staring off into space, Gamora interested in the readings on the schematics on the screen before her. Rocket mans a control, as does Peter. Mantis is reading your shitty alien novel, and Groot sits beside her, playing with a toy yoyo you found a month ago, and has the string wrapped around his arms in a way that can’t be comfortable.

You cough, alerting them of your presence.

“_________! Hey!” Peter greets, waving. “What’s up, Kraglin?”

Drax mishears. We are currently flying in space, Peter, nothing is up or down without gravity.”

Peter ignores that, and says something to Gamora you quite can’t catch. Rocket wipes a hand over his face, groaning very loudly. “Will you guys just quit it! Who cares if you think they’re cute together, I think you all look alike, and I think we’re all going to die alone one day!” He growls. “Love is dead!”

Groot whacks him from where he’s seated with the yoyo. “I AM GROOT!”

Mantis speaks up. “Are you talking about _________ and Kraglin?” she asks politely.

Peter nods. “Yeah! Don’t you think –,”

She adds, “They’ve been in love for over one thousand and ninety-four days, and when you are not around, push the beds they sleep in together and kiss in secret.” She says, her antennae bouncing as she talked.

“What?” Gamora gapes.

Peter blinks.

Drax says nothing, playing with the holo-graphics on his seat.

Mantis realises something is off, and says, “You didn’t know?”

You and Kraglin glance between you, and deciding to see what happened after this revelation of the team, watch it out. “We were just coming to say all this,” you say, breaking the silence. “I mean, it’s just a relationship, it’s not like it affects anyone beyond us.”

“You’re with _________?” Peter asks, saying the same fact again as if to want to hear it confirmed from your own lips, even though it had already had been.

Kraglin nods. “Yeah, for nearly three years.” You link hands with one another. “And we’re here to ask everyone to stop punking us. We’re sick of doing bad shifts, and falling on one another.”

You look to Drax. “And if you want, I’ll gladly teach you basic writing skills, big guy.”

“Writing is speaking’s sorry, weak cousin,” Drax tells you, “I only resorted to it for desperate measures.”

Groot comes to you, and carefully, you unwind the yoyo from his arm. “I am Groot.” He thanks you, adds, “I am Groot!”

You look to the team, “Okay, that was enough social interaction for one day. I’m going to take my boyfriend with me, and we’re going to cuddle, and then I’m going to kiss him in a public space.” You lift your hand that’s holding his, and grin. “Permission to take the day off, Star-Lord?”

He gives you both a thumb up. “Do more than cuddle!”

#kraglin #kraglin obfonteri #kraglin obfonteri x reader #kraglin x reader #kraglin obfonteri/reader #guardians of the galaxy fanfic #guardians of the galaxy x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel x reader #chaotic--lovely #pendragonfics #Female reader

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seancekitsch · 11 months

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Ooh, I would love to read your take on something sweet, and maybe smutty, with Kraglin where the reader is trying to show how proud of him she is for being a hero at the end of vol3?

this is slutty but like not a full blown smut fic but ugh i love him

Kraglin’s eyes squeeze themselves shut, and you know you have him right where you want him.

“Say it— fuck, say it again,” Kraglin pants, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead and shining in the glowing lights of Knowhere.

“You’re a hero,” you say, staving off a moan in your throat, “My hero.”

He thrusts into you harder, and you happily arch your back into his motions. You blissfully repeat it again, loving how it encourages your man.

But you had planned all of this, sneaking away from the celebrations and the Florence and the Machines dance party to make these preparations with clean sheets on the bed and brandy in the decanter so you could climb down from a ladder and beckon Kraglin to follow you. And of course he does, he always has; ever since you were teens on Yondu’s crew and giving each other tattoos and piercings.

All you had to do was wink at him as you ran your tongue along your teeth, the muscle pushing against the real teeth next to your sharpened metal replacements not unlike Kraglin’s own smile.

“Krags— I’m, I—“ you beg, another moan cutting yourself off.

“Y’gonna come?” he slurs, half love drunk and half actually drunk. He slows his pace only slightly, blue eyes searching your face for an answer.

“Wanna get on top,” you finish, your chest heaving with every breath. He stops fully at that point, his eyes widening as a sly smile spreads across his face.

He pulls himself out of you, careful and slow, and then practically throws himself down onto his back on the spot on the bed next to you. You practically whine at the loss of your connection, the place where bodies meet. He reaches one hand awkwardly over to you, brushing his knuckles against your cheekbone. But then he makes you laugh when he uses his other hand to pat his thigh, a “climb aboard” motion thats all too cheesy but doesn’t manage to ruin the mood.

You hoist yourself up, onto your hands and knees to straddle his hips, leaning down until your chests touch.

“My hero,” you whisper, before stealing another kiss from him. You groans into the kiss, his hips bucking up towards yours eagerly at the praise. You chuckle at his movement, but you say nothing as you lean back again onto your knees.

“My handsome hero, can you hear all those people you saved down there?” you ask, turning your face to the large window. It’s not unlikely that if someone was looking hard enough, they could see the two of you. You doubt they would though, everyone is content where they are, including you.

“Uh huh,” he nods, not bothering to look anywhere but you. Kraglin’s rough hands come up to touch your chest, fingertips brushing against your nipples as they glide down your skin, finally coming to rest on your hips.

Without another word, you grab the base of his shaft, maneuvering to line yourself up with him.

“You gonna treat me right?” he asks.

“I’m gonna show you how proud I am of you.”

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Today is the Day

Kraglin x Reader fan fic in which Kraglin tries to propose to the reader but Yondu keeps calling him to do stuff - anon

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Today was the day. Today was the day. Today was the day. Kraglin felt the shape of the small square box in his pocket, through the material of his overalls. It was a small, square box, it was black, and hinged, and inside it held a ring. The ring wasn’t expensive - not as expensive as he would have liked anyway, but he’d made a promise to himself that when he got down on one knee and proposed a ring to you, it would be a ring that he had bought with his own credits. And that he did. It was a beautiful ring all the same, simple and elegant - it had a small white gem inlaid in it, the band itself was gold. It suited you perfectly, and it was practically indestructible.

Today was the day. Kraglin took a deep breath as he walked along the Eclector’s corridor, towards the room you shared. Today was the day. Mentally he tried to rehearse what he was going to say - maybe just ‘will you marry me?’ Anything more just seemed awkward and stupid. Today was the day.

He knocked on the door and pushed it open. You smiled up at him, “Hi Love”

“Hey Y/N, I-”

“KRAGLIN!”

You both froze in place at the sound of your captain’s voice. You smiled at Kraglin, “You better go, don’t want to keep him waiting”

He sighed, “Yeah... I’ve got somethin’ I need to ask ya though”

“KRAGLIN!!”

“You better go, I’m sure this can wait” you said softly.

“... I guess, yeah”

You got up and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you later”

“See ya later” he smiled, before going to see what Yondu wanted.

The next chance Kraglin got to see you was several hours later. Not that he hadn’t been trying to get away sooner, but Yondu had wanted him to rearrange the crew rota seeing as two crewmen had got into a fight that had resulted in one rather abrupt death and a lengthy stint in the med ward. But today was the day.

He sighed to himself, trying to push the nerves out of his mind as he made is way to the area you were working in. He took a deep breath and relaxed you he breathed out, smiling as he saw you.

“Hey Y/N”

You looked over your shoulder with a grin, “Hi Kraglin”

“Ya got a minute?”

“Just let me finish this up, it’ll only take a moment”

“Okay babe” he leant back against the wall, watching you work. You were so hard working, you always had been. You put your heart into everything you did, and he loved that.

He watched on, admiring the way you moved, and the look of concentration on your face. Today was the day. Then, from round the corner, Tullk appeared.

“The captain’s looking for you”

His heart sank, “What’s he want?’

“Dunno, but he’s mad about something”

Kraglin groaned to himself. “Tell him I’m coming”

Tullk nodded then turned and went back the way he came. Kraglin looked back at you with a sigh, “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Cap’n needs me, I’ll see ya later”

“Okay, Love, see you later” You blew him a kiss.

He smiled, a blue tinted blush coming across his cheeks. He nodded to you, then went to see what Yondu wanted now.

Kraglin trudged back towards the mess hall. He was tired. He was frustrated. And he wanted to have a minute alone with the most important person in his life. He was also absolutely starving. He slumped at the table, eating in a hurry. You had already had your dinner at least an hour ago.

He was just about finished when a hand landed on his shoulder. He blinked slowly, taking a breath before looking up at Yondu. “Need ya t’ look over some stuff for me. Now”

After a second, he nodded, “Yes Cap’n”

Eight hours later, Kraglin was finally making his way to bed. ‘Today’ was now yesterday - and it hadn’t been the day. He needed to sleep. He needed to see you - but you would be fast asleep by now, with no idea what he’d had planned. The only thing to do was to try again tomorrow... well, that would now be today.

He pushed open the room door and was shocked to see that not only was the light still on, but that you were awake too. You were sitting up on your side of the bed, wrapped in a blanket, reading the book he had got for you a few weeks back. “Hey” he said softly.

You looked up from your book sleepily and gave him smile. “Hi”

Carefully he closed the door and stooped to untie his boots, “What you still awake for?”

You just smiled a little wider, “I’ve barely seen you all day, and besides, you still haven’t said whatever it was you wanted to earlier”

“No” he smiled up at you, “I haven’t” He kicked off his boots and came to sit beside you on the bed. He kissed your forehead. Putting his hand into his pocket, he rested his fingertips on the edge of the little black ring box that had stayed there all day. “Y/N, I-”

Knock, knock, knock.

Kraglin’s face fell. He got up and went to the door, opening it to find Yondu standing outside. “Kraglin, have you seen-”

“It can wait.” he interrupted, deadly serious.

You sat up straighter, trying to watch the exchange. Yondu frowned, “What?”

“With all due respect Cap’n, your going to ask me if I’ve seen something you’ve lost, I’m going to tell you ‘no’, then your going to make me help you look for it, and then we’re going to give up in a few hours time. Respectfully, Captain, it can wait”

Yondu blinked, but said nothing. He looked honestly shocked.

“Is that all, Cap’n?”

He nodded, frowning slightly.

“Thank you, good night” Kraglin shut the door.

You just looked at him. “Kraglin?” He sighed, trudging back over to the bed and sitting down again. He ran a hand through his hair. “Krags?”

“Sorry” he mumbled, “he’s gonna be pissed in the morning”

You put a bookmark in your books and placed on it the nearest shelf. You unwrapped yourself from your blanket a bit, shuffling over, you then wrapped the rest round his shoulders. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s just... Listen, Y/N, I’ve been trying to say this all day and...”

You raised your eyebrows, waiting a moment before asking, “And?”

He stared at you, taking in your features and the expectant look on your face. Gently he cupped your face, and guided you into a sweet kiss. He rested his forehead against yours. “Will you marry me?” Your eyes snapped open, meeting his. “Please?”

You broke into a wide smile, “Yes”

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shyficwriter · 7 months

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Temporary Home : Chapter 27

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: Seems you might have gotten a little too cocky with your prank, will there be consequences?

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Author’s Note: Oops! Didn't mean for this one to be this long lol. Also, for my records this chapter ends on day 80 of the Guardians living with reader. Enjoy!

Word Count: 7,043

Woken up by knocking, you glance at the digital clock on your desk.

Barely 4:30 in the damn morning... and you knew it must be Fury. Well, it wasn't a midnight check-in, but it might as well have been. You mentally cursed yourself for jinxing the situation- sleepily reasoning that if you hadn't made the comment to yourself that one of these days he'd show up at midnight to keep you on your toes, then maybe he wouldn't be so early now.

Begrudgingly, you got up and descended the stairs, having waved Gamora and Kraglin, who the knocking had woken up as well and had emerged from their rooms to see what was going on, back to bed.

You opened the door to a bright and fresh-looking Fury and Agent Hill. Maybe it was that you were still half asleep, but you could have sworn they looked pleased with themselves.

"Where are your charges, Agent?" Fury asked, as if he didn't already have an idea.

"Sleeping," you said flatly, with just enough edge that made it clear you wish you still were too.

"Very well." Fury replied before adding, "Might want to get some shoes on and help Agent Hill with the packages."

"Packages?" you asked. "But you just restocked last week?"

"Different packages. Figured they'd be needing some warmer clothing in the coming months. Just some sweaters and jackets. Figured we'd bring them early just in case- can't be too careful, now."

There was an edge of amusement in his voice that solidified to you that he was doing this on purpose to annoy you, so you didn't bother responding. Just glared shortly before turning to throw on your boots and a jacket.

It was a damp, chilly morning, but not freezing or anything. Just cold enough to make you very much wish you were back in your warm bed instead of going out to bring in packages- apparently by yourself too for as soon as you came back out and Maria opened the van Fury 'suddenly' needed her to look at something. To make matters worse it appeared there was one box for each of the eight Guardians. They were each big enough that you could only manage one at a time, but at least they weren't too heavy.

You carried them all into the kitchen and left them on the floor, and miraculously Fury was only finished with Maria once you carried in the last box. However, he had some disappointing news.

"Sorry Agent, but it appears we were given the wrong boxes. Mix-up back at SHIELD. Gonna need you to load them all back in the van and we'll have to do this again next week."

He had to be kidding.

You glare at Fury for a moment, but obey the order without a word. Sooner this was done and over, sooner you could go back to bed.

Maria made to come help you out, only for Fury to claim he needed her to review something again 'real quick.' To you it was clear they were putting on a show to mess with you, but you didn't know why. Were you being punished for something?

The boxes all now loaded back into the van, you close the hatch and walk over to Fury and Maria, hoping that would be an end to this visit.

"Well, wouldn't you know it- Seems there was a mix up about the mix up." Fury said when you came near.

You just stared at him incredulously. Did he seriously-?

"Yup. That means those were the right boxes! Sorry about that. Guess we better get them unloaded again. Maria can help you out this time."

Not saying a word lest you say something you'd regret, you turn back toward the van, not waiting for Maria, only to be halted by the van having locked when you closed it and needing to wait for her to catch up and unlock it anyways.

Both you and Maria grab a box, but before Maria so much as lifts hers, Fury calls her back over to review some 'intel.'

You were definitely being punished for something. Had to be. But you didn't know what.

All eight boxes having been loaded back into the kitchen you return to Fury and Maria looking quite grumpy. "Anything else?" you ask.

"Nope. Not unless there's anything you need to tell me." Fury answers.

You couldn't read his face to tell if this was a standard check-in question, or if he wanted you to think he knew something and was giving you the chance to come clean with whatever it was.

"No, everything and everyone has been fine," you answer curtly. "Nothing's changed since last week." You didn't know what he might be getting at, but you were too tired and grumpy to acknowledge his game- assuming he was playing one.

"Alright," Fury answers. "We'll be going then." And with that he and Maria started back towards the van, just like that.

You watched them approach the van, and just as Fury was getting in the driver seat he stops and looks at you over the top of the door, still halfway out of the vehicle.

"Oh, Agent, one more thing," he said. "Make sure to keep a good eye on your charges. We wouldn't want any running off and getting lost, would we?"

He didn't wait for a response before fully getting into the van and closing the door to drive away.

You, however, just stood there gobsmacked. Did he-? How did he-? Somehow he must have known about what happened with Mantis the previous day, but how??

You already knew the answer. He knew because he was Fury. Man has eyes everywhere. Probably put a tracker on your car for all you knew.

Well, nothing really for it but to go back to bed, and so you did.

* * *

The rest of that day and the next were pretty uneventful. Each Guardian figured out which box was for them and stored their jumpers away. They each got two jumpers, one black, one grey, and a thicker jacket in a dark blue color that was clearly meant for winter. Two months too early to be useful right now, but you knew Fury knew that.

You also noticed someone even made teeny jumpers for Groot, which were adorable, despite them having been packed in the same large box as all the others. One of the Guardians made comment on it, but you just shook your head and brushed it off, knowing it had been done on purpose to aid in the punishment Fury sprang on you that morning.

Other than that, you spent your time reading, cleaning, and pranking Peter with the remote any chance you got, provided it wasn't during one of the times you handed the remote off to Rocket.

And given that you hadn't seen anymore spiders, all that combined you were relaxed enough and having enough fun that you actually once again forgot about inspecting the tunnel. However, you only realized this around time you were going to bed.

Sure, doing it at night would solve the problem of any nosy eyes peeking about, but you also worried that if Mantis woke up to find you gone again and alerted the others it could cause unnecessary drama, so you better not.

Geeze, keep this up and the whole thing will likely be caved in before you ever got to it...

You resolved to definitely do it the next day. No exceptions.

* * *

About those 'no exceptions...'

It was raining when you woke.

Not just rain, either, but a full on downpour. It hadn't rained this hard since that first night the Guardians came. Hell, it was coming down worse than that night, and it obviously wasn't letting up anytime soon.

Sure, technically you wouldn't get wet inspecting a tunnel considering it had one entrance located in the dry safety of your cellar, but you also found yourself less willing to adhere to your 'no exceptions' plan anyway, justifying it with how the tunnel wasn't going anywhere and how, now that you thought of it, maybe it'd be easier to avoid the others noticing your absence if you started from the woods and worked your way back toward the house.

Under the guise of you going out for a walk, no one would wonder where you disappeared to for so long, and you already knew the door back there needed replaced anyway. You could order those brackets you never bothered to get, build the door, then find a way to get out and do it at night. Not so late that you'd have to worry about any drama or Yondu's annoying habit of somehow knowing when you intend to go out in the middle of the night, but late enough that someone would be less likely to look out the window and see you actively dragging a door into the woods. Or better yet, take it out in smaller pieces and assemble on site.

If you were being honest though, that was all just a bunch of reasoning to justify to yourself that you just didn't feel like doing anything today as you watched the rain pour out the window from your spot at the kitchen table.

Yondu and Rocket were there as well, the three of you finishing your respective breakfasts without saying much.

You were grateful not to have to experience storms like this often, though you did remember a time when you used to love and be comforted by them. Now that comfort was negated by a nagging physical reminder that you often suppressed either with alcohol or ibuprofen, and unfortunately for you, it seems you had let yourself run out of medication. When you went to grab the bottle from the cupboard before sitting down to eat you found the bottle empty, and with a sigh you tossed it in the bin. You must have finished it off at some point without realizing it. A stiff drink would be your next choice, but you felt it would raise concern to be caught breaking out the whiskey first thing in the morning.

Oh well, you'd get through it. It's not like you hadn't had worse.

Contemplating whether you wanted to go back to bed, or to watch TV in the sitting room, you got up to wash your cereal bowl.

Rocket watched as you got up, and noticed how stiff you appeared when you stood. He hadn't been expecting it, and his memory momentarily flashed back to the morning he saw those scars. Could you- well it could make sense... nah. He was being stupid. Overthinking it.

But-? Come to think of it, you did appear a little stiff when you'd went to sit too... Could that mean-? Nah. Again, overthinking it.

None of you brought attention to said stiffness as you rose, but Rocket did raise his eyebrow and tossed a glance over at Yondu as these thoughts ran through his head, and he simply nodded. They had shared an unspoken conversation. A theory had been hypothesized, and then proclaimed to be true despite any actual evidence other than what the two of them had witnessed during their time with you. Could have been projection on their part, but the pieces did fit a little too perfectly with the aid of hindsight.

Little did you know, Rocket was in a similar boat as you, though he'd never just come out and say it. That might involve feelings, people feeling bad for him, and he wasn't about that crap. Instead, he'd just self-medicate or suffer in silence. Well, aside from irritable grumblings.

The only other one who seemed to have any idea what it was like for him was Yondu, though to a lesser extent. Neither of them ever really had a conversation about it- not out of any sort of shame or anything, they just didn't need to. From experience, they both knew what metal does in a mammalian body, and an unspoken understanding formed between them about their respective situations.

They could also theorize now, with the aid of hindsight, that you likely had some in yours, too.

* * *

Opting to watch something on TV you now sat curled on the sofa wrapped in both a cardigan and a throw blanket as you surfed through Netflix. It wasn't actually that cold to need both, but the extra warmth did help you feel better.

After a bit Mantis came in and flopped on the sofa next to you, happily asking if you wanted to join her, Drax, and Groot in a game they learned from the TV called "duck, duck, goose."

"Will you play!? It looked like so much fun!"

While admittedly you believed it would be amusing to see someone as large as Drax play said children's game, you weren't up to all the up and down and running about it would entail, and so you declined.

Mantis looked disappointed at first, and like she might try to persuade you, when Yondu spoke up from the table in the back where he had been playing cards with Kraglin and Rocket.

"Hey, Bug. Go see if Peter will play with ya. I think I remember him trying to get some of the crew to play a game called something like that with him when he was a boy."

Mantis immediately stopped looking disappointed and happily took Yondu's suggestion, quickly darting off to find Peter.

With Mantis gone and your brain now filled with images of big, scary-looking space pirates playing children's games, you had to ask. "Did they ever do it? Play with him, I mean?"

Yondu grinned slightly, and looked down at his cards. "Never when they knew I was watchin', but a couple of them used to, on occasion."

You saw him briefly glance at Kraglin, and though Kraglin was facing away from you, you could tell he had just become very interested in the wood grain on the table.

* * *

You must have fallen asleep at some point, because you woke up gritting your teeth in pain to an apologetic Peter who, for whatever ungodly reason, was sitting in your lap.

"OwOW-Ow! Motherfucker, get the fuck off!" You cry out, laced with more expletives as you pushed him off of you.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm sorry!" Peter exclaimed as he nearly fell on his ass off the sofa, now very worried that he had injured you seeing as you were now rubbing at your hip and had turned your face into the back of the sofa. "Shit- please don't tell me I made you dislocate something else!"

He reached towards you, and as if you could sense it you barked at him, "Do not touch me. I'm fine."

"Oh, like I'm gonna believe that- That's what you said last time too," he said, referring to the time when you dislocated your elbow- of which he still felt guilty for.

Pain finally starting to subside you now glared at him, "I'm fine- you just mostly startled me," you lied, angrily, "but what the fuck do you think you were doing?"

You could see now that others had heard the commotion and came to see what was going on. Mantis was half hiding behind a confused Drax with Groot on her shoulder, and Gamora had just peeked around the sitting room door looking concerned. Behind you, out of your eyeshot, you had the other three's attention as well. Yondu watched on all frowny, while Kraglin and Rocket were still processing what idiocy must have just taken place.

All at once, Peter, Mantis and Drax began talking. So did Groot, but you couldn't understand him. Eventually you were able to piece together that apparently their Duck Duck Goose game had changed into a game of hide and seek tag, and someone, for whatever dumb reason, had declared you the safe space, and for whatever dumber reason, Peter thought it'd actually be funny to plop into your lap as he declared himself safe.

When they finally finished rambling you just blinked at them, unsure what to say. Mostly you just wanted them to go back to leaving you alone, so you decided to use what some might call 'Mom Voice™,' and scolded them. "I could have sworn I said at least once not to be running in the house-"

"I am Groot," Groot interrupted.

You blinked and raised an eyebrow, not expecting to be cut off.

"Um, he says that you only said not to run in the kitchen... and we never did run in the kitchen..." Mantis translated shyly.

Your eyes narrowed, and you genuinely had to catch yourself before you told them off to their rooms before immediately feeling silly for nearly sending three adults to their rooms like they were children, so you settled again for 'Mom Voice™: Version-Scary' and said, "You all better go find something else to do quietly that doesn't involve jumping on top of me."

Getting the hint that a great fuck-up was made, the four of them scattered, and you could hear Gamora giving Peter further scolding as he exited the sitting room.

With them gone you turned, stiffly, to face forward on the sofa and glanced out the window to see that the storm was still coming down pretty good. You rest your head back with a sigh, rubbing your hip some more before tossing off the blanket and scooting to the edge of the sofa so that you might get up. Maybe retire to your room where you could properly lie down and read or something- assuming the stairs wouldn't give you too much trouble.

With a deep breath you make a move to stand, but abort mission partway up and sit yourself back down.

You try again, with the same result.

Alright. Annoying, but you genuinely knew you were fine. Just need a minute for the ache to subside from Peter jumping on you, is all. Just a minor setback. Next time you'd remember to stock up on pain medicine. You didn't know what had gotten into yourself to just run out like that. However, now that it was on your mind, what better time than now to take out your phone and place an order for some more.

Better to pace yourself anyway, you told yourself as you opened the shopping app. Better that than push too hard and wind up limping out of the room, as that was bound to result in pointless comments or worrying from others. In the meantime you'd just sit and watch the rain. Breathe through it. You'd been through much worse- so you should be up in no time.

Wasn't long until Yondu appeared beside the sofa, Kraglin and Rocket at his side. "Look like you could use a drink," he said lightheartedly.

You stare at him a moment and then nod. Damn right you could. "I'll catch up," you respond. "I think there's an opened bottle already in the fridge." Sure, it was still early, but you didn't care anymore, and at least you wouldn't be drinking alone. Perfect excuse.

Yondu communicates to Kraglin through a slight motion of his head, and Kraglin responds with an equally slight nod before heading off toward the kitchen saying, "I can get us some glasses down then." Rocket, who understood the same message, followed behind with a quip about how he bet he'd be able to outdrink you.

Once they were gone Yondu moves to stand in front of you. Not directly in front, but sort of toward the side. One might describe it as blocking the view of where you were sat on the sofa from the doorway. He wouldn't describe it that way- but someone might.

Giving him a quick glance, you repeat, "I'll catch up, go ahead."

Yondu doesn't speak, just holds out his hand.

You glance at his outstretched hand, then up at him, then back down into your lap again. His expression had been blank, and you didn't know why he was still there, offering out his hand. There was no way he could know, but why else would he offer? Was he making fun of you? No, you're just being paranoid. His lack of expression also seemed to point that his intention wasn't to mock, but you were still reluctant to accept his offer. You didn't need it. Never needed help getting up before, saw no reason why you'd need it now.

Trying again, softer, yet more forcefully than before, "No, really. I'll catch up."

Yondu simply cleared his throat.

You glance back up at his face, seeing his expression was still blank, with maybe just a hint of, 'Let's not make this harder than it needs to be.' You sigh, able to tell, for whatever reason, that he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

So, with a quick glance around him to make sure no one was looking, you took his hand.

* * *

The next day was much better. The storm had started letting up sometime after you started drinks with the guys, and by that night you were feeling much better.

Better enough that the next day you woke up ready for some well deserved mischief.

The day before you hadn't gotten much use from the prank remote, both due to having slid it to Rocket the previous night and the whole weather related crankiness thing. But, Rocket had gotten it back to you this morning and you set to use it the first chance you got.

You walked into the sitting room where Peter was already watching TV with Kraglin. You would have winked at Rocket as you walked in, but he had his nose buried in some manual over at the table. (And if you knew him better, that alone would probably leave you worried about just what he was intending to tear apart.)

Glancing over the bookshelf you pretended to be busy looking for something to read for a few moments before clicking the button on the prank remote to mute the TV.

Peter groaned immediately. "Seriously?? This again??"

You unmute it.

Peter wasn't done complaining. "I seriously think your TV is broken, Agent."

Feigning disinterest, you respond, "I don't know what to tell you, it always works fine when I'm watching." You put on a show of pulling down a book, pretending to mull it over, and placing it back to sell your indecisiveness as Peter grumbled and returned to watching his show.

And then you hit the button to shut the TV off.

Smacking noises could be heard and a glance confirmed that Peter was smacking the remote thinking perhaps that was the cause.

In your best annoyed tone you scold him, returning your gaze to the books. "Dude, don't abuse the controllers. Maybe that's why you can never get it to work."

Peter protested. "I swear it's not me! That's literally the first time I've hit it!" That was a lie, but still, he wasn't wrong about the issue not being him, even if he didn't fully know it. "Maybe there's a loose wire or something!"

"Did you try changing the batteries, Quill? You always forget the batteries." Rocket chimed in, also feigning annoyance with his friend.

Sounding slightly defeated, Peter turns to you and asks if you have any spare batteries he could try.

"Sure, there's some in that drawer over there," you say, gesturing to a short chest of drawers by the window.

There was the sound of the remote being placed on the coffee table and then Peter stood up to get the batteries. He barely takes one step when the TV turns back on.

"What the hell???" Peter exclaimed.

"See, it's working now," you say, opening a book you had just pulled from the shelf. "Maybe it wasn't the batteries after all."

"I already took the batteries out!"

"Oh-" You look to see the remote in his hand and then glance over to see the batteries on the table. Well shit. You should have been paying more attention. "Weird." Glancing at Rocket, you see that he is now paying extra attention to that manual. He barely looks up at you, clearly realizing you fucked up a bit. You glance back at Peter and put on your best confused face. "Put them back in, I guess? Maybe you were right about a loose wire?"

Peter's eyes narrow. "What do you have in your hand?"

Brushing it off, you scoff, "A book?" and snap the book shut for emphasis. However, you knew full well he must have caught a glimpse of the tiny remote in your hand that you were hiding behind said book.

"No- you have something else! Have you been pranking me this whole time!?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Show me your hands."

"Excuse me?" You lower the book to your right side, not breaking eye contact.

"Show me your hands," he said again, fully facing you with his arms crossed. The sofa still separated the two of you and while Peter was now standing, Kraglin remained sitting, watching back and forth between the two of you like a tennis match.

"Ugh, fine." Rolling your eyes, you hold up both hands, still holding the book. "See," you pass the book between your hands to show him each hand was empty one at a time before once again lowering the book to your side, this time on the left, "Nothing in my hands- other than this book. Happy?"

Peter eyed you suspiciously.

"You done now?"

"Hand me the book."

"What?"

"I said, hand me the book," he repeated, taking a moment to discard the remote onto the table next to it's batteries to free up his hands.

Laughing, you oblige. "You're ridiculous- here."

Peter accepted the book, and looked it over, not fully sure what he was looking for. Finding nothing, he handed it back. "I know this has got to be you somehow."

"Why? Literally what have I done? I'm just looking at books."

Rocket spoke up. "Hate to agree with the Agent, but you're looking real paranoid right now, Quill." He definitely wasn't helping you- he was just... protecting his investment. If you messed this up then the whole prank was over and then a perfectly good device would be wasted. Well, at least until he tore it apart to make something else, anyway.

"Do not!" Peter protested.

"Do so. Now keep it down, some of us are trying to read here."

Peter waved his hand at Rocket dismissively and returned his attention to you. "Fess up, and I might go easy on you."

Well that didn't sound good. You had no idea what he might mean, though you suspected he was declaring another prank war. Regardless, you needed to play it off. You scoffed, "Go easy on me?? You must be joking. I didn't do anything!"

"Fine, if that's true, you'll have no problem letting me search your pockets." Peter retorted with a smirk.

"What? No. I'm not gonna let you search me!" You reply, playing up your offended act.

"Aha! So you admit it!"

"There's nothing to admit!"

"I know this has got to be you!"

"Why do you assume it's got to be me? Kraglin's the one always around when it happens!"

Kraglin was momentarily offended and started to express so, before a sudden silence fell on the room. Peter's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but grin. At the table behind you, Rocket internally groaned but retained his outward appearance of not being invested in what was going on.

You had fucked up.

"Ohhhh" Peter said with a cocky grin. "Tell me, how exactly do you know that Kraglin is around every time it happens."

"Well- I... he-"

"Gotcha!" Peter exclaimed, and started around the sofa towards you.

You immediately took off in the other direction, and in short order the two of you were still separated by the sofa, but each now at opposite arms.

Rocket made a show of looking annoyed and choosing to leave the room just as Peter went to chase you back around the sofa the way you came so you wouldn't be able to run out of the room, and you took this as a chance to drop the remote. You had to time it just right, and hope that Rocket was paying enough attention and cared enough about his creation to snatch it before anyone saw.

You ever so briefly lock eyes with Rocket whilw he was trying to avoid getting stepped on as he was leaving just as you rounded back around to stand again at the opposite sofa arm as Peter, only this time the two of you had more or less switched sides. You held the remote behind you and felt Rocket sneakily snatch it out of your hand as he walked past toward the door.

Not a moment too soon either, because just as Rocket was leaving Peter lunged around the sofa for you again, corralling you once again toward the back side, only this time you didn't stop there.

Just as you were about to round to the front of said sofa yet again, Peter said to Kraglin, "Quick, grab her Krags!" and Kraglin happily obliged, standing just quick enough to block you, but not steadily enough to catch you properly. He did catch you, but the two of you almost ended up on the floor when you half-tripped over him before he finally got a good grip on you.

Fuck.

"Peter, listen-"

"Nope." He returned to the front and helped Kraglin wrestle you face down onto the sofa where they both sat on you to hold you in place, Peter on your lower back and Kraglin on your legs, all while you protested with profanities. Once they had you more or less settled and a quick pat-down didn't reveal anything Peter spoke again. "Ready to come clean?"

"Oh, fuck off!"

"Suit yourself." Peter started gently poking at your sides and ribs. "One last chance..."

"Get off!" you scolded, holding back your giggles and still trying in vain to squirm out from underneath them. You should have guessed he would default to that kind of childish tactic. "That's not going to work!" you scold him.

"Hmm... So you do admit there's something to get out of you." Peter grinned. "That's alright. I've got time." And with that he started to properly tickle you.

You fought against the urge to laugh, all while attempting to smack at Peter, throw him off, and scold profanities at him all at once.

Kraglin, who you would had practically forgotten was still sitting on your legs had it not been for the lack of ability to move them, just huffed a laugh out his nose and shook his head at Peter's childish antics, of which he wasn't going to attempt to stop considering you tried to frame him for whatever it was you had been doing with the TV.

For that reason, now that he thought of it, why shouldn't he join in the fun? He could easily reach your feet, and you couldn't possibly kick him now like you did the last time...

"Hey Agent, remember back when you found it so funny how me and Rocket got tangled in that hose? And how you couldn't quit laughing every time you saw me- so I fixed to give you something to laugh about, but then you kicked me something fierce?"

You barely registered any of what he said, too busy fighting off Peter and failing. So, when he reached down and scratched at the bottoms of your feet with such a gentleness that you would never have expected from the man, it actually managed to finally startle a laugh out of you, and from there you were unable to hold back anymore laughter as the pair tortured you for the crimes you wouldn't admit to.

Seconds later Yondu walked into the sitting room, looked upon the scene, and raised an eyebrow. "Do I wanna know?"

Peter briefly paused, as did Kraglin, and told him of your crimes. "She's been pranking me the whole time with the TV! I don't know how, but I know it's been her! Figured a little... 'gentle persuasion,' would get her to talk."

"And she tried to frame me for it" Kraglin added.

They then resumed tickling you right as you began protesting your innocence and stating their lack of proof.

"Ah..." Yondu said with a slight nod of his head. Now, he could have scolded Peter about it being bad form to resort to torture without proof of a crime- yada yada... but honestly, Quill probably learned that behavior from him. So he opted to not get involved. Also, he, of course, already knew you were guilty as hell and probably had this coming. So, instead, he just continued on with what he came in there to do. He picked up the game controller from the table to surf Netflix, and only bothered putting the batteries back in the the other remote once he realized he was probably going to need to turn up the volume.

Just as Yondu ignored the happenings on the sofa, Peter and Kraglin ignored his presence as well, and went about their business tormenting you.

"Ready to confess and say sorry yet?" Peter questioned, once again pausing his torture for a moment along with Kraglin.

"Get off and go to hell-haHA!" you replied, the end of your sentence punctuated by laughter as Peter resumed tickling.

Kraglin found that what Yondu put on the TV held his interest more than tormenting you, so he took a break- lounging back to watch the program while remaining on top of your legs to hold you in place.

"Shame," Peter said in mock disappointment, "This can all be over if you just admit what you did and apologize..."

"I did nothing you lihittle shit!! Get off me!" you scold through your laughter. You weren't going to give in, and he should've guessed that. You had told him before that you were trained against torture, after all.

Peter dramatically sighed and continued, this time moving his hands up your sides to attack your armpits.

Immediately clamping your arms to your sides, you shriek, though it was muffled into the sofa cushion where your face had fallen now that your arms were no longer propping you up, and you let out a string of sounds through your heavy laughter. "NOTTHERE!NOTTHERE!GETOFF!!AHHH!!!"

"How is this not fair?" Peter said mischievously as he moved his fingers back down your sides, his goal being to not linger in one place for too long so hopefully you couldn't get used to a sensation. "I told you the rules. Fess up and apologize, and I'll stop."

Yondu chuckled from his armchair and spoke up, unable to resist. "I don't think she said 'not fair,' boy." He grinned wider, remembering back when he had teased you about being vulnerable to torture. Seems you were proving him right. "Pretty sure she said 'not there.'"

"Ohhhh!" Peter said gleefully. "Well in that case, I think that's exactly where I need to focus!"

Of course, him returning his hands to your underarms caused you to let out another scream, only for it to be cut off by Peter playfully shoving your face back into the cushion to once again muffle it. Kraglin found his interest in the mischief renewed with your screams and decided to join back in, which of course only made you shriek more with the unexpectedness of his touch.

Yondu just turned up the volume on the television to drown out your squeals- that rat bastard.

When you could think more clearly you were going to get them all back for this. For now, though, all you could do was struggle uselessly under your attackers and shriek with laughter. The ticklish feeling under your arms was nearly unbearable, and having your feet tickled at the same time just made your situation all the more maddening.

But you knew they would learn sooner or later -hopefully sooner- that you weren't one to give in or beg for mercy. Never had been. You knew better. Give in once, that would only tell your enemy that they found an effective way to get what they wanted out of you in the future.

Sure, this wasn't actually as serious as being in the field, where being captured and tortured for information generally had never (in your memory) included tickling, but still, good principle to stand by considering how your housemates acted like overgrown children.

Outside the sitting room, Rocket sighed and stood. He had taken up residence on one of the steps to listen-in out of curiosity. See if you'd talk. Crack under the pressure. See if you'd spill the beans, or even try to rat him out to either save yourself or take him down with you.

So far he was actually impressed that you hadn't talked, given how you were carrying on. Not bad, for a Terran.

However, once he heard your laughter turn to screams he figured maybe he better go find Gamora to call Peter off before he tickled you insane.

Not because he felt he owed you a favor because he felt guilty for the previous day or anything. How was he supposed to know that you would have needed the pain medication? Right, he couldn't have. Sure, he was at fault for not realizing he put the bottle back empty after he took some of it to relieve his own weather-induced pain, but how was he supposed to know you'd need it? That's your fault for not telling anyone that you very likely had some sort of hardware in your body. ...Right? Right. So he totally wasn't doing you a solid out of guilt or anything.

So... why was he doing it? Because, shut up. That's why.

He thought he remembered seeing Gamora go outside with Mantis, and he was right, spotting them almost as soon as he opened the back door.

"Hey, might wanna go save the Agent from Peter," he called out nonchalantly, walking toward the shed.

Gamora raised an eyebrow and walked closer to him. "What?"

He continued towards the shed, replying over his shoulder. "Yeah, they got into it over something or other. Now he and Kraglin got her pinned to the couch." He opened the shed door and shrugged. "Figured you might wanna break it up before they kill her or something. Up to you though, not my problem," he said just before entering the shed.

Gamora and Mantis shared a look of alarm before rushing inside, which was quickly replaced by relief to see that you were only being tickled, and not, as Rocket had implied, engaged in a fight with Peter and Kraglin.

"Alright, break it up." Gamora said in a commanding voice that one could perhaps find laced with a bit of relieved humor if one listened very carefully. She remained standing inside the doorway, hands on her hips. Mantis stood slightly behind her, looking both curious and amused.

Peter halted his actions and turned toward her, looking disappointed. "But she-"

"Don't care. I'm finishing it."

With a dramatic sigh Peter dismounted you, as did Kraglin- who simply stood and moved his butt over to the other armchair and continued watching the TV with Yondu like nothing happened.

"Kill-joy," Peter muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing!" Peter turned back to you as you pulled yourself into a sitting position to catch your breath, your cheeks still pink from laughter and residual giggles still escaping your throat. "This isn't over," he said, "I know you did it someh-"

Gamora cleared her throat. "I said, break it up."

"Let it go, boy. Ain't like you ain't pranked her tons of times before." Yondu chimed in, mostly not wanting to deal with the start of yet another prank war between the two of you. Surely that was enough revenge for a simple prank.

You smirked slightly at Peter, causing him to frown. You clearly felt like you had gotten away with it, and Peter clearly felt injusticed that you might.

"But we were in a truce!" Peter whined in Yondu's direction.

Damn. Yondu couldn't argue with that. Bad form to walk back on a truce- and he knew Quill would likely site him as the one who taught him something about that. Not that he'd ever admit to it. Of course the boy would only listen when it could come back to bite him in the ass. Yondu looked at Peter, then at you, and then back at Peter. He sighed- it was the only thing he could really do- before finally waving his hand in a dismissive gesture and saying, "Whatever. Just make sure ya don't annoy me."

Peter pumped his fist with a cheer while you and Gamora gave Yondu similar but separate looks of surprise.

Had Yondu seriously just given Peter permission to get revenge against you? Because it sure as hell sounded like it. What happened to 'If there's one thing we don't need it's you and Quill startin' another prank war! It always ends in trouble'?

Gamora looked like she wanted to say something, but opted instead for just rolling her eyes and pulling Peter out of the room. Just before exiting the doorway he turned and did the 'I'm watching you' signal, while you sat there, still dumbfounded from Yondu's apparent sign off on Peter's future shenanigans and the fact that you were all, apparently, abiding by schoolyard rules.

"Ya done it now," Kraglin warned nonchalantly, continuing to watch TV like nothing had happened.

"Yup." Yondu agreed, leaning further back into his chair.

"Ya ain't supposed to go back on a truce." Kraglin added, shaking his head gently, barely bothering to glance at you.

"Nope," Yondu agreed again, resting his arms behind his head casually.

Kraglin knew Yondu well enough to know that he hadn't technically given Pete permission for anything, not that Peter would have waited for or even wanted it anyway. What he had done though, was stated that he wasn't going to get involved or stop whatever Peter might decide to do. Truce was a truce, and while Yondu wouldn't want to deal with the likely scenario of being in the crossfire of any potential new prank wars, (as Peter was wont to do), he wasn't about to deny a man his revenge justice for a broken truce. And seeing as you tried to frame Kraglin for that prank, Kraglin wasn't going to get involved or try to save you either.

Kraglin looked over at Yondu as he stood. "Think I'm gonna make some popcorn, ya want some?"

Yondu gestured that he wouldn't mind some popcorn and Kraglin left to fetch them some from the kitchen.

You continued to sit on the sofa, wondering how exactly you, an Agent of SHIELD, had managed to get yourself involved in a prank war for a third time- or was it fourth? You had lost count.

Well, you supposed you better sleep with one eye open tonight.

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