First Rocket one-shot I write. I used to write fanfics when I was younger but like... Anyway, English isn't my first language. I tried correcting as much as I could. I also posted it on AO3, my profile's name is the same as this blog. Snow divider by @/lunardividers.
You can imagine this Rocket as any version honestly, it just fits for the more silly ones. No lore attached really.
"Okay, now, you just move your arms and legs."
It was the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of December on Earth, or Terra as your galaxy 'friend' liked to call it.
You had left your planet to go to space after meeting him unexpectedly a couple of months ago. Everytime you remember your first introduction, the feeling of complete confusion seems to come back. Most people on Earth didn't really know about space life. If they DID know about it, they were a bunch of privileged motherfuckers, to say the least. Well, you definitely weren't the latter. You couldn't even imagine you'd be talking to a cybernetically modified raccoon until that day.
His passive, and very obviously, aggressive voice pulled you out of the memory.
"This is so flarkin' stupid. I look like a dying bug."
You sat up, feeling the snow, fresh from last night, crack under you. All of that was to look at him, all snuggled in winter clothes, laying on the ground's white natural coat. Of course, it was you who insisted for him to cover up. And, of course, he put up a fight. You were used to the harsh cold, and you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable or hurt himself just by being careless.
"Well, a cute dying bug" you snicker, already able to imagine the lazer of his red glare on you.
A microsecond later, you found out how right you were. It was like they were acting as little machineguns, piercing through you. It only made you smile more, thinking about how similar he was to his own creations. Quick, ready to fire, polished and all arranged in their own way. There were no guns or bombs similar to the ones created from his own two hands, and there was no creature like him either.
"You are not allowed to say that. Not any more than Quill or those other jackasses," he blurted out, crossing his arms over his chest.
For a minute, you couldn't see his unique, jewel-like eyes as he had closed them, probably as a way to commit to his annoyed bit. Being snatched away from such a beautiful sight made a part of your brain shut off, as it was left needing more.
"Jackasses? Someone's annoyed today," you couldn't help but tease, wanting to get as many reactions out of him as you could. His face creased for a moment, his pout tightening, before he relaxed every muscle in a defeated sigh. "Nah, it's just… Agh, not in the mood."
"Okay…" you said, stretching the final syllable. A part of his lack of enthusiasm about 'humie' activities made you sad. He probably prefers being indoors, then, you just convinced yourself. "So, no snow angels?"
His eyes opened vividly but closed just as fast as he crashed one of his covered hands against his face. "Ah, shit, forgot about that already." Even though that's literally what we've been trying to do for the past 10 minutes? you asked him with your inside voice, though your poker face went through on its own. He probably had something in mind; there was no other explanation. He was way too bright to get distracted by such an easy task.
Your sour face quickly faded into another smirk and soft eyes as you watched him lay his arms to his sides again. He looked like a fat sea star with that thick coat and all. At this point, you'd give up the snow angels to tackle him and hold him tight.
But, he was FINALLY about to make the freaking snow angel. You had spent so long trying to convince him to go outside, persuade him to put on winterwear with you, climb up the hill to find the best snow, lay down on the cold ground, and imitate your movements. And even then, he hadn't done the last step yet.
He WAS going to do it, but he HAD to look up at you, as you were still sitting and observing him like some creep. "HEY! You don't get to look while I do your stupid terrian mark thing!" he snapped, pointing at your face. "Free stuff to make fun of me about…" he mumbled, dropping his arm again with a faint thump.
You sighed, raising your arms as a peace offering. He calmed down a bit, but continued to glare at you with a severe face until you layed down next to him again. The snow still held the mold of your silhouette, making you feel like you had your own little cold coffin… uh, in a comforting and cozy way.
"I'll do it first then," you said, starting to move your arms and legs through the snow, shaping it all around you. As you did, you felt little chilly sparkles hitting your face, melting upon contact. This sensation, the scent of the cold air, the swirling powder around you, all brought a smile to your face. The only thing missing was the rare warmth of the sun's rays. But that could be replaced by another source of energy, one you loved so much more.
You saw a multitude of suns as you navigated whole galaxies, but you never saw someone as powerful and resourceful as him throughout your travels. God, I'm such a simp… But if he were a sun, I do wish I were a solar panel.
You finally heard some shuffling next to you, indicating he was doing his first snow angel. When the noise stopped, you got up to your feet in a hurry, excited to see his creation. His first step into terrian culture. He had stood up too, again crossing his arms in front of his chest, with a midly bored expression, as if he had done the act a million times before.
As you gazed upon his snow figure, you had to repress a little squeak of emotion. Your snow angels were right next to eachother, and his was… well, just too cute not to make you blush.
"Awwwh, Rocket! You did it!" you finally exclaimed, holding a gloved hand up to your mouth, happy that he had participated in your little fantasy.
"Geez, why's it such a big deal…" He tried to make his voice annoyed, but you heard no real bite in it as it progressively faded when he talked. Embarrassed, probably? Still, you had to make things clear with him.
"Rocket, you've been acting weird ever since we left the house. Are you okay? Did you really not want to do it? I'm sorry." You tried to make it sound as empathetic as possible, not wanting to bring his mood down even more.
"No, no, don't apologize."
He always hated when you did, especially when it was to him. "It's uh, yeah, it's cute. I'm not mad." He just looked down at your creations.
"But clearly, you're not happy about something, so… Spit it out. Anyway, you know I always make you talk."
You heard a sigh coming from his nose, creating a slightly visible condensation as he exhaled. "Fine. Uh… I didn't wanna go outside." You nodded. At least it's going somewhere. "Yes, and?"
"I just wanted to stay in. Y'know… Don't make me say it." You could feel your lips turn into an upside down smile, trying not to gush over how adorably freaking bashful he looked. You knew what he was going to say, but you still wanted to push your luck.
"Say what?" you asked in the most innocent voice you could manage , and he knew damn well it was bullshit.
"I wanted to stay in bed, happy? That's all. And uh, well, with you." If he didn't have a thick beanie over his smaller head, maybe you would've seen how twitchy his furry ears were, and his trembling hands under his mittens. Of annoyance, of course, he WAS NOT cold AT ALL. You decided you really didn't want to push your luck by teasing him and testing his patience at this point. It was a miracle he was even this honest with you right now.
"Awh, Rocky…" You gently placed your hand on his interlocked arms, causing him to release them at your touch. 'It's RockeT,' you heard him mumble, so low that the wind almost carried it away from your ears. When he looked up at you and saw the soft redness of your nose and cheeks, a melting and sweet feeling washed over him. A warmth grew between his heart and lungs, causing his skin to heat up and his fur to ruffle from a shiver.
He had an unsure look in his eyes that you couldn't quite decipher. You couldn't know yet, but at this exact moment he had realised why he travelled so far and wide throughout the galaxy with you. You were special to him.
You felt his body relax under your gentle grip and were lucky enough to gaze upon his brows as they unfurrowed.
"Whatever, let's go back."
He pulled his forearm away from your hold, only to grab your hand and confine it in his. He walked away, bringing you with him. You followed him with guilty enthusiam. As you both descended the snowy hill, you had to make sure you didn't slip and fall.
"Careful!" you tried to warn, but he was impatient and was really fighting the urge to be lovey-dovey with you. You deserved this kindness, but he couldn't bring himself to it. Yet.
If he knew about the wonderful things you tell yourself, just about him… Maybe he wouldn't be so stuck up.
This is dedicated to the one I loooove to the Rocket Raccoon lovers community, you guys are great and I'm happy to feel like I can bring something to the table.
