Hey! was wondering if you could write a little head canon/ imagine about what it would be like being draxâs adopted daughter? Mby a terran?Â
Sorry for how long it took to get this done for you, I hope you like it I havenât written anything in about a year now.Â
Growing up with Drax
pairings: Drax x adopted daughterÂ
warnings: noneÂ
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Drax still remembers the day he found you. It was the most important day of his life avenging his daughterâs death.
The atmosphere was tense as everyone who had been snapped returned to help the avengers in their fight against Thanos. The fight has been long and tiring. Casualties piling up around the heros whilst they fought to end the tyrantâs reign.
He remembers how it all came to an end from the sacrifice of Iron Man the terran he befriended when they fought Thanos together previously, he had remained close to his spiderling friend whilst they had been waiting to be returned to their homes.
Once everyone was off the battlefield of where The Avengers Compound once stood, the group took in the destruction surrounding them wondering how they would be able to return to normal without one of their closest friends being there to guide them.
Everyone had gone their separate ways to handle their mourning of the Avenger, Drax being on Earth for the first time decided to see how the Terranâs worked as Quill was not a good study of the creatures.
Himself and Quill found themselves amongst the debris of the city taking in the devastation caused to the city, Drax remembers hearing cries amongst the rubble as he dug through he was shocked by the small creature he found amongst the devastation.
After the discovery of the small Terran, Drax asked the remaining Avengers what he should do with the small girl, once they had confirmation that her parents had not survived the devastation and that she had no remaining family the Guardians agreed to take her with them.
Whilst growing alongside the Guardians you made fast connections with them all. However, it was proven time and time again that Drax was your favourite of the group. Whenever you cried, Drax was the only one with the ability to comfort you.
The older you became the stronger yours and Draxâs bond grew, he watched as you learnt to walk and talk. He was forever fond of the girl he brought back from Terra and cherished every memory the two of you made with one another.
Drax held your hand when you were scared, protecting you from every enemy they faced. He soon realised that the life of a Guardian of the Galaxy was not a suitable lifestyle for a child, so he made the decision to leave the group to focus on raising you without the worries of past enemies coming to harm you.
Away from the Guardians yourself and Drax lived in a peaceful area of the galaxy, your house always full of laughter. Unknown to you that you had been the first person to break Draxâs harsh exterior and unlock the playful side of him.Â
Drax took his role as your father seriously. He studied Terra and taught himself how to do the tasks parents would do with their children. Yourself and Drax regularly cooked together, the kitchen always a mess after as neither of you knew what you were doing. âDaddy, I think we added too much flour, the mixture is bubbling.â You were correct once the cakes had been cooked they resembled an eraser.
A tradition in your household were movie nights, typically starring Kevin Bacon who your father told you heâd met as Uncle Quill was his biggest fan, he may have left out how him and Mantis kidnapped the man at Christmas. âI just donât understand why the movie is called Footloose, when there isnât a single loose foot!â Drax exclaimed unhappy with the lack of violence in the film. âHave I ever told you about the time we spent Christmas with Kevin Bacon, Quill is a huge fan.â Your father repeated for what felt like the hundredth time.
Growing up with a father like Drax was strange but neither of you would have changed it for the world the two of you were made for one another. Â
Itâs crazy when you stop to think about how many times youâve thought to yourself, âThis is it. I just canât bear to do it anymore. Iâm done.â And yet here you are. Youâre still breathing, still living, still fighting for joy, for life, for light, for love. And you are loved. For as much as you may be struggling right now, youâre here. Youâre strong as hell. Donât forget it, kid.Â
