I started playing the gotg game 2 days ago, (and it's awesome). There's a moment in a cave where Rocket asks Peter to speak to him privately. Turns out he confesses that he thinks he's dying, all serious about asking Quill to take care of Groot when he's gone, then in the middle of his act just starts quackling and mocking Quill for believing him. Would he ever do jokes like that to mess w someone he likes/loves (more than Quill at least lol)? Personally I think I'd cry mid way and just feel played though😭
an excellent question my sweet little pancake — how wise of you to pose it! thank you for bringing it to my inbox, no less — i am honored. ♡♡ i'm pretty sure i know which scene you're talking about (chapter three of the eidos 2021 game, right???).
i mean, personally, i think the short answer is yes, absolutely. eidos rocket would one-hundred-percent do this to you — exactly one time, and literally never again. like, look, there's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. I think I'm dying.
he's already fighting back a grin when he slants one sly bourbon-brown eye up at you and realizes you've stopped in your tracks. oh, he thinks, mentally rubbing his clever clawed hands together and silently chortling. you're so easy. such an obvious target. such a flarkin' soft-touch. he makes his eyes big and soulful when he looks up at you again.
even with all these frickin' augmentations and chut-knows-what-else, he tells you mournfully, then cranks up the angst. i just — i need to know that you'll take care of groot for me.
he turns away, because he can't possibly keep up appearances without cackling at how wide your eyes are.
i just — i'm on borrowed time.
there's a pause, and your voice cracks when you ask if groot knows. rocket has to sink his sharp incisors into his tongue to keep from snickering.
no — no way. and you can't tell 'im. it’ll destroy him. if the day comes that i — look. just promise you'll take care of groot. and—
you probably make a little sound that he can't decipher, but he's too caught up in the joke now. he can't hold back a stifled snort of laughter.
—and promise that you'll bury me in the— a snicker. —in the milano—
there's a wrenching, gasping, hiccuping little sound from behind him. it’s so startling and unexpected that he whips around instinctively, joke temporarily forgotten — teeth already bared to pluck the pin from his latest grenade. he’s suddenly, sickeningly sure that the milano's newest, cutest, most-biteable crewmember has been snagged by some hidden assailant while he's been over here playin’ games—
only to see fat tears welling up in your eyes, spilling down cheeks already so slick that he realizes with a lurch in his belly that you musta been crying for a while. a single divot carves its way between your brows, and another dips your chin, popping your quivery lower lip into a woeful pout. panicked, now, his eyes flicker around the cave, looking for the hidden danger.
what is it? he hisses urgently.
i don't want you to die, you answer simply. your voice ripples again, and this time he notices. he does a double-take — well, a triple-take, this time — trying to reread the expression on your face with new but no-less-baffled eyes. that's when he realizes — you look crushed. you look like you lost your best flarkin’ friend. you look like someone tore your heart out and tossed it into the blast zone of a five-barrel-barrage, then laughed in your face while it disintegrated into the ether.
oh flark. that was him.
hey, whoa, calm down, sunshine. his voice is a little more shrill than usual. that was — flark. that was a joke.
your lashes are splayed like damp lace and your eyes are all wounded and shiny. tears are literally dripping off your chin, catching the dim light like wet gemstones as they fall, and that damn lower lip's still all wobbly. your shoulders heave with a silent little sob, and rocket flicks his tongue over his canines uneasily and tugs at his beaded beard.
c'mon, sweetheart, he tries to croon. he ain't too good at being consoling. i ain’t really dying. you think i'd let anything short of a flarkin' universal event take me out? i’m not goin' anywhere unless it's on the blast-end of the biggest bomb in the galaxy. his own voice creaks uncertainly. i was just teasing.
you scrub at your eyes. it wasn't funny, you tell him. the tears don't stop — neither does the pitiful little tremble in your pretty lower lip — but you're embarrassed now, too. mortified, maybe. your cheeks are burning so badly that you can't beleve the tears aren’t sizzling and steaming right off them. here you are, trying to prove yourself as the brand-newest member of the officially-branded Gardeners of the Galaxy, and you've just started bawling like a baby in front of the one guy who's definitely most likely to hold it against you.
but when you dare to look down at rocket again — still washed in shadows and a watercolor-glaze of tears — he's only staring back up at you intently.
yeah, he agrees slowly, thick plumy tail swaying pensively behind him. yeah. you're right. didn't think it through. i'm a real son of a chog.
he reaches up to pat your hip, then tucks his fingers in the holster at your thigh and tugs.
c'mon, sunshine. let's keep going.
you nod, and swipe at your heated cheeks again, blinking rapidly as you set off a half-stride behind him. his fingers don't leave their hook in your holster — not even a whole ten minutes later, when he’s slowed down to a thoughtful, almost meandering pace. you glance at him, confused by his sudden lack of urgency — just as the corner of his mouth curls into the tiniest smirk, and he cants another sly slanted look upward in your direction.
all that, just for me though, sweetheart?
your cheeks, finally cooled, begin to glow with heat again. rocket whistles low, like he's impressed by himself — and his grin flashes wide and white, a smug crescent-moon beacon in the dark.
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CONTEXT/WARNING: suggestive. mild recreation drug use, intox if you squint? this was noodling around in my brain & i’m trying to figure out if it’s something
like. eidos-rocket for sure smokes.
maybe world-tree-root, or a deep-space varietal of everbloom, or whatever. it takes you a while to figure out that’s why he always smells like campfire and ginger, mixed in with the pepper-cedar of the oil he uses for his fur and the almost-citrus scent of dark-matter engine-fuel
smokes and booze just fold themselves into the fabric of his life, so easily he barely notices. he’s not always got a cigarette clipped between his teeth — works with too many combustibles for that — but he likes to take the edge off when the situation allows.
and it’s not like smoking is his favorite thing. not even close. up till now, if a person had asked what he liked to do in his spare time, he’d say he prefers to blow shit up, work on the milano, and steal from snotty-rich skagheaps and scutbags.
but one random night between missions he manages to convince you to hang out with him at mantlo’s, and he realizes you’ve never smoked everbloom before. deviousness curls the corner of his mouth, and he finds himself flashing a fang before he can stifle the wickedness of his sharp grin. and by the time the night’s over, rocket’s realized he’s got a new favorite pastime after all:
shotgunning you in the dimly-lit backcorners of seedy knowhere bars
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for those of you who are fans of eidos-rocket, here's a little collection of everything i've written for him!
...so far, anyway.
here are some things to expect!
all fics are COMPLETE unless otherwise noted!
more detail about what you can expect from my fiction
typically, platonic & spicy stories will feature a gn reader (no use of y/n). smutty stories are more likely to feature a "female" reader or oc.
i hope you enjoy these fics featuring our favorite bearded "you slept with a cop?" guy!
fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎ | much smut ❤︎❤︎
full fiction~
the arsenal. ❤︎❤︎
18+ only MDNI | f!reader | oneshot | ~14,145 words.
direct hits of asgardian everbloom smoke always seem to scrape over your insides like a lungful of sparks and cinnamon — which is why you generally prefer to take them from rocket’s mouth. well. it’s one of the reasons. eidos-inspired, based on this headcanon. enemies-to-friends-to-lovers. see post for warnings. | kinktober 2025.
bookshop at the end of the universe. ❤︎
18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 9,157.
rocket wants out — of the rain, and everything else. eidos-game vibes. mild smut. for nonnie. see post for warnings & context | autumn comfort collection.
the holiday gun show. ❤︎
18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | word count: 17,781.
rocket has his own holiday traditions: doin' community service and generally bein' an upstanding pillar of his favorite local community, of course. what the flark were you thinking? friends-to-lovers, loosely eidos-inspired. see post for warnings. | borealis: year two
negotiations. ✩
mid-to-high-grade spice | gn reader | no use of y/n | 1,834 words.
you and rocket make a deal (not for the first time). eidos-inspired, a little more suggestive. | ♡ kiss kiss ♡ BANG BANG
practice ✩
low-grade spice | gn reader | word count: 1,684.
you're not quite as good as rocket when it comes to braiding. luckily, he's a kind and benevolent soul who just wants to give you the chance to improve. see post for warnings | anthology ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
casual writings~
initial thoughts on eidos-rocket
a response to an ask. unedited ramblings/musings.
thoughts on the beard
a response to an ask. unedited little imagine (the foundation for practice, above).
eidos-rocket for sure smokes.
a brief headcanon/imagine. could be read platonically but definitely intended to be spicy. might expand this one.
eidos-rocket-headcanons.
full list of my eidos-rocket headcanons, specifically in relation to the ask about eidos-rocket with an so
eidos-rocket tells you he’s dying.
circa chapter three of the game, rocket pranks quill with news of his imminent death. @coffinwhiteheart brilliantly asks, would he do that to reader? short answer: yes.
eidos-related headcanons ~
examining how rockets vary across universes (including this guy).
the eidos gang is a big polycule.
rocket smells like. drabbles on what every rendition of rocket smells like (imo), including our eidos guy.
every rocket headcanons. little snippets of eidos-rocket in different scenarios.
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i need more eidos rocket fanfics PLEASE IVE BEEN STARVED
pretty please (╥﹏╥)
sparkly little holiday-gumdrop, my perfect frosted four-leaf clover, i have an eidos-rocket fic coming out in about a month. it’ll be the final story for this year’s borealis collection. i hope i do it justice (eidos-rocket always makes me insecure lol) and that it is everything you’re yearning for my love ♡♡
i am also considering having an eidos collection masterlist so you can just find all the eidos content more easily. maybe i’ll even add on eventually!
may your week be full of merry little lights and twinkly stars, and if you’re somewhere cold may you have lots of lovely things like quilts and hot chocolate and hugs (if you want them) to keep you warm. i hope you are experiencing restful nights full of quiet sleep and lovely, glittery dreams and days thy feel full of hope and love and the potential for happy futures.
FYI, there's actually a transcript for the Guardians game! It's only up to Chapter 9 at the moment, but there's still a lot of optional stuff in there you probably didn't get to see!
Not sure if I missed it, but what were your opinions on the game overall? Did you think the game did some things better than the MCU or vice versa?
hello you darling lil lightning bug. i am sorry for my delayed response — i totally forgot about my inbox for a hot minute. sincerest apologies. i am going to consume this transcript as soon as i can. thank you so much for sharing!!!!
i don’t know that i have a lot of opinions about things the game or the movie did “better.” i think they were both really amazing new interpretations of the source material. i think the game pulled more directly from the comics but i don’t think that’s good or bad — just interesting. i will say that the game had the more likable peter quill imo (mcu quill infuriates me. imagine saying “wow i know im an ass but it really distresses me when you call me X, which i interpret as deeply negative” and your friend is like “fuck you im gonna call you it anyway, especially weaponizing it when im mad” — ditch that friend bby)
anyway, i really enjoyed the story in both. i appreciated that they both had detailed backstories for all their characters and seemed to understand their characters really well, and that those stories were unique to their respective incarnations but stayed true to the core spirit of the characters, if that makes sense.
i hope that doesn’t feel like a cop-out answer but genuinely i’m just grateful for having multiple injections of quality content about my fave characters. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ maybe i’ll have more thoughts when i read the transcript! in the meantime i would love to hear your thoughts too ♡♡♡
