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Hi! I am here to RP as Peter Quill but I will also add the other Guardians when needed for interaction because we're a team and a family 🌠

Quick rules & Info:

I am selective for RP, and my activity may be spotty.

Feel free to send asks.

Mun is 21+

NSFW (but under read-mores so don't open them if you don't want to see it!)

I don't expect length matching so both long posts and short are welcome.

Primarily following MCU canon, but want to note I have read most of the comics

Time-line wise, I will likely jump around a lot

My muse is bisexual

I am crossover and OC friendly

#mcu rp #marvel rp #gotg rp #guardians of the galaxy roleplay #marvel roleplay #star-lord #starlord #star lord #peter quill #peter jason quill

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"Great. I'll set up some fabricators to get to to work on building some construction suits."

The secret exchange miraculously went over Tony's head unnoticed. But then it was relatively easy thanks to not knowing Peter and Rocket's subtle expressions and inflections. He had no idea that both Peter and Rocket were in on a little impromptu prank at his expense.

Tony looked pleasantly surprised, as Rocket gave a very detailed and positive description of Cosmo. "Ohh." he wolf whistled and grinned, looking from Peter back to Rocket. "Love a red head who can fight. Russian you said? Natasha's got a little Russian in her too. "

Oh yeah Tony was falling for the prank hook line and sinker. Peter and Rocket were going to have a GREAT laugh over it later. Possibly, Drax, and Mantis as well.

"Hey." Tony gently brought the back of his hand up to Peter's chest. "We should grab some brunch together. What do we have on the menu out here? I'm in the mood for something light, maybe sweet. Oh I know. Whatever you have out here that serves as French toast. If it's anything like those burgers from last night they have to be worth trying."

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There was something about the way Tony seemed so eager to work on setting up shop on Knowhere that made him even more attractive to Peter. There was no doubt that having him around also might spark some inspiration for Rocket too, who would thrive with another creative mind to bounce ideas off of.

Something about being able to both prank Tony on their description of Cosmo and subtly jab at Peter's ego along with seeing him internally squirming in jealousy made Rocket grin. "Oh yeah, you'll love her," Rocket said nonchalantly. "Hey Pete, give me the Zune, I wanna listen to tunes while I work," he added holding his palm out expectantly.

"Yeah, okay," Peter said, "but just for today."

Normally Peter would be reluctant to give up the Zune even for a few hours but since Rocket played along, he figured he owed him something for it and without much a word turned to grab it off the dock and half jogging to hand it over.

"Alright," Rocket said, as he grabbed the brown music player, "I'll be in my workshop, it's right next door with the big garage space, just try to aim to drop in after about an hour," Rocket said as he padded off to go get back to working on his own projects.

While Peter was very use to the teasing from his entire team, he could still be pretty thin skinned when they did it and even if the on going lead on about Cosmo, he didn't really want to think about how he'd feel if Cosmo really was the bombshell terran babe they were making her out to be, rather than just an adorable pooch and a great asset to their ragtag team.

"Well... breakfast is the most important meal of the day," Peter said with a softening smile. "Sweet and light? Sounds familiar," he said raising a brow suggestively. His hands dipped to wrap around Tony's waist, and he licked his lips at both the thought of breakfast and the prospects of how appetizing Tony's lips looked.

"Alright, I'll take you out for brunch, but one of these mornings I want to make you breakfast myself," he said, "I know a diner that sorta makes food like traditional Earth breakfasts... or at least they try. You want to give it a shot?"

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It wasn't until Peter opened the door that everything clicked in his head. It was a delayed reaction, but a genuine one no less. He needed to get himself cleaned up and ready if he wanted his beloved morning tonic.

'You had me at coffee." Tony murmured as he began to push himself up onto his hands and knees, trying to climb out of the unfamiliar bed that seemed to want to keep him as an occupant. His stability wobbled as he found his balance and slowly rose up to his knees then inched over the side of the bed. He loosely shook his finger towards Peter as he stood up on tired sore legs that took a moment to catch up to his brain. "Tell the small hairy rage machine I'll come by after coffee and we can get to work on making that translator fit."

He found a pair of shorts he assumed was his and slid into them effortlessly then ambled towards the door in an almost drunken fashion. He stood behind Peter, looking disheveled but not at all concerned about his appearance. "Oh by the way. I noticed on the way in that there's a lot of room for building more infrastructure. Ever consider taking advantage of that with some automated production? Also, there's this Cosmo character I keep hearing about. She sounds interesting. Peter even said she's kinda cute? Looking forward to that."

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Peter played as a casual barricade between Rocket's line of vision and the view into his apartment, but as soon as he heard Tony approaching he backed up a bit, letting the door widen so the room could be seen. If Rocket's eyes were sharp there were a few things laying around that may have indicated the events of the night before but Rocket seemed neither confused nor surprised to see Tony had stayed over the night with Peter. He did little more than raise a brow looking at Tony, and then at his best friend.

As Tony mentioned the room for infrastructure, Rocket smirked. "Knowhere's got more space than we know what to do with. Plenty of half-demolished junk and abandoned buildings just waiting for someone to give 'em a purpose, as far as I'm concerned we're all playin' in the same sandbox. I think there's plenty you can do with that, if that's what you're planning, by all means, if you want me to sign off on it, consider it signed. You can build whatever the hell you want."

"Cosmo?" Rocket said, sounding surprised, he looked to Peter who gave him a mischievous look, just silently begging him to play along. He squinted back at him, as if saying, 'Really Quill?' but Peter's playful look back just melted whatever resolve Rocket had, and it seemed the raccoonoid wanted to go ahead and play along with whatever this joke Peter had going. "Oh yeah, Cosmo... yeah they say she's real cute. Russian, red wavy hair... She's not just another pretty face, Stark. She's got brains too, sharp as a tack. Not to mention she's been all over the galaxy, fought off Kree, outwitted Skrulls, and let me tell ya she's got eyes that could melt your arc reactor, but don't take my word on it."

Peter was stunned, he had only hoped for a little back up but Rocket went all in. "Wow Rocket, you just complimented her without throwing in a single insult. I'm impressed."

Rocket rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in a defensive position.

"Yeah, so what? She's got skills, you gotta respect that. Plus she doesn't let it go to her head, unlike some people."

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The haze of sleep was slowly being pulled away from Tony as the light poured into the apartment. He laid there stuck between going back to sleep and waking up along with his new bed companion. It felt like he was going to drift back into slumber when the door was nearly knocked down by a persistent knocking.

If Tony wasn't already awake he sure as hell was now thanks to Rocket's obnoxious racket. There was a quiet irritated sigh from the mechanic as he desperately tried to stay asleep and ignore the short fuzzy ball of rage. The night before was pleasant but it completely drained Tony of his stamina and energy. Not to mention sharing the comically small bed with Peter who had a decent thirty pounds more than him, was a bit of a challenge.

"I cannot believe you're answering the door at this hour." Tony droned from under the weight of his own arm, a slight whine tangled into his annoyance. "Don't you have telephones up here? More importantly do you have coffee?"

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Peter was then putting on the still mostly clean shirt Tony lent him the night before off the side of his hamper, figuring he ought to give it a proper wear (and it was in a convenient place while he was scrambling in trying to get 'decent' enough to open the door.)

"This hour? Dude, it's morning," Peter said with a bit of a scoff. His tone was more playful, while the half-terran would never claim to be a morning person, the circumstance of waking up together may have had him in a better mood.

He was straightening out the shirt before he turned to his sad excuse for a kitchen. "Coffee? Yeah, we got coffee in the commissary. Get dressed we can go there after I see what Rocket wants."

As he said that, he went to the door to crack it open, using his own body as a privacy shield as Tony had a chance to go to the bathroom or get dressed or whatever, but it may have been a bit too obvious that he was purposefully blocking the view.

"Hey, what... what's up?" Peter said, trying to sound casual.

"What's up?" Rocket repeated. "What's up is that when you finally finish up your little tea social with Stark, send him to my workshop. I was diggin' through some of my junk and found a spare translator."

"You did? Does it work?" Peter asked, recalling how awkward it was for Tony to not understand what the denizens of Knowhere were saying half the time if they lacked translator implants.

"I got it running updates, should be ready in about an hour."

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The artificial daylight of Knowhere came pouring into Peter's apartment blinds, slotting itself through the exposed glass and splashing the room in stripes of light in the otherwise dark and peaceful room. Peter having taken the side closest to the window stirred awake, feeling his body skin to skin with Tony, who he had been snuggled up to for the duration of the night once they finally got to sleep.

Peter had always been a bit clingy in bed, and even if things hadn't taken a sensual turn the night before between them he would not have been a bit surprised to wake and realized he'd been spooning him the entire night.

He slipped from his bed to get to the bathroom before Tony woke up to do his morning rituals before he'd bother to get dressed. He was in the bathroom brushing his teeth when he heard a loud knock at his door.

"Shit," Peter cursed before he spat out in the sink. He scrambled from the bathroom to grab a pair of pants that were laid on his dining room chair, yanking them up and practically tripping on himself as he rushed to the door as the knocking continued.

"Quill?? You UP?" came the gruff, familiar voice of Rocket.

"Yeah! Just a minute!" he said, veering his head to Tony to see if he was awake.

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"I never bother a scientist while they're attending church." Tony agreed as Peter took off the device from behind his ear. There was no need to bother Rocket any more than he already was, the man needed to focus on two jobs at once instead of only one.

"Ah. Yeah, that'll work." Tony took a moment to look down at the device then back up at Peter. The expression Peter made wasn't lost on him, he knew the face of being in pain. "Does that- hurt, every time?", Tony asked with genuine concern for Peter.

He carefully picked up the translator with his fingertips and turned it over in his hand. "You realize Earth has topical pain numbing agents now?" he asked while assessing the design of the translator. He glanced up at Peter with a sly smirk. "We've even learned how to keep ice frozen. But mostly we just use that stuff for keeping our drinks cold."

Despite sounding like he was teasing Peter for being gone for so long, the first offer was serious. Tony could easily find something in one of the many SHIELD medical kits that could numb the stinging. Though it didn't seem like the pain lasted very long judging by how quickly Peter's pained expression disappeared.

Once he was sure he could connect the translator to his equipment, Tony walked over to his work station and began typing away on the keyboard. He was going to have to quickly code in the protocol for reverse engineering the translator's data.

"I get the feeling they're going to be making excuses to visit Earth just to have the food again. I caught Drax going through an entire box of Lucky Charms, which he called the 'cereal of the gods' then demanded more of before he settled for the Frosted Flakes." He mused, one thing that would never change about Earth, humans and their quest for the best tasting cuisines.

"Alright." he said after a few minutes of typing. "We just need to get this connected to JARVIS and have a look inside."

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"Hurt? Eh... I don't take it off much but yeah, it pinches when coming on or off, you gotta push it in to make it pop off." Absent mindedly rubbing at the plate that was still behind his ear, Peter shrugged at Tony's concern. "It's some kind of electromagnet thing, I don't know exactly how it sticks on but since this thing is permanently attached when I pull it off, it sorta pinches a bit," he said as he pushed his hair back so Tony could see something embedded under his skin. There was a connector for the translator still sticking out a bit from where it was, nearly flush but not quite.

"When I was a kid, I use to take it off a lot because when I was a Ravager, I dunno, kinda was interesting to hear all the different languages they'd speak in places they didn't have them. Yondu asked why I was fussin' with it and I tried lying and saying I got mud under it and it was itchy and he took out his freaking arrow and jammed it in, forced it off and then slapped me upside the head when he saw no mud," As Peter told his story, he motioned to a certain spot where the translator had been, there was a scar that he pointed to when he talked about the arrow, and while he didn't mention it cutting him, the scar spoke for itself.

"But like... Mantis and Drax? I guarantee you'd not know a thing they're saying if they didn't have them, and I don't even wanna know what Rocket would sound like. I know it wouldn't be raccoon noises, because he still makes those when he's pissed off... don't tell him I said that..."

Peter listened to Tony talk about Drax's cereal addiction and shook his head, smiling with a mixture of pride and second hand embarrassment all at the same time. "Yeah, that sounds like him... speaking of cereal... do they still make the cereal that tastes like s'mores?"

As Tony started connecting with his translator he watched admiring how quickly the man was able to make use of his astro-tech and more so how easy it seemed to be for him.

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"Really?! Well now that you came up and said it.... I made you a sandwich"

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Tony wasn't sure who the Collector was, aside from the name. He'd heard the stories but never crossed paths with the man. He was sure there was plenty of things around Knowhere that would work as props. Most props on Earth had to be fabricated anyway.

"Ah. Yeah." Tony smiled softly offered Peter a short but affirmative nod. "That sounds like a good plan." He looked over the work table behind him as he idly cranked a socket wrench in his fingers a couple of times, making the mechanism click and clack.

"I'll finish up with this generator and then head down.", he said glancing back over at Peter. "Shouldn't take more than an hour."

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"Alright, that should be enough time to round up the crew," Peter said. "See you in an hour."

Peter would have been happy with just about anything pertaining to acknowledging the season of Halloween, but Tony's idea sounded like it'd be fun for everyone. Ideas were firing off in Peter's mind just at the very thought, and as they were waiting for Tony, Peter was trying to tell the Guardians the premise of Halloween.

"So... you want us to dress in creepy outfits and scare people... why exactly?" Rocket asked.

"It's just Halloween, like I said, it's an Earth holiday, where you dress really scary, and you go around asking for candy... but since we're adults, we're gonna do a haunted house thing, but on the street," Peter replied, he was on a holo projector trying to find some images to share as he spoke, finding very few things that referenced Halloween itself. He did find a resource from some Earth culture enthusiast research database, and when he pulled it up, he found a few illustrations that looked like they may have been from the 1920s. One image being a postcard of a jack-o-lantern and a cat with a witch's hat on it.

"I am Groot?"

"That's a jack-o-lantern, Groot. Earth people will carve pumpkins and give them faces, and put candles in them so they light up."

"I am Groot?"

"It's a type of Earth plant, like... a gourd."

"Your Earth traditions are strange, Quill," Drax chimed in, "but as you have embraced the Kylosian festivities before, I will be honored to participate in this bizarre custom of your people."

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