When the snap happened you were working in Shield alongside agent Hill, disintegrating along with her and Fury. Spending five years in the soul realm wasn't easy. On one hand you met all these amazing superheroes who helped saved the world countless time. Yet they had all lost someone close to them - friends, family and even partners. But you dealt with the grief, some better than others and even managed to form some unlikely friendships. Sam and Bucky didn’t hate each other anymore, Peter and Shuri were constantly making vine references and you got closer to the Guardians. You were fascinated by Mantis’ powers, by the fact that she, Groot and Drax were literally aliens and by Quill’s endless tales about being a bounty hunter in space. You had come to terms that this was going to be your life now, and then Strange opened the portals, leaving you with mixed feelings. Let’s just say that this was the first time you wanted to either kiss or kill a man.
You immediately rushed in battle, determined to get revenge. Somehow you ended up helping Peter as he handed the gauntlet to an unfamiliar woman. Looking over to the battlefield, you were searching for someone who needs help. You see Gamora fighting something ,that was getting an advantage over her. So you rushed over and stabbed the creature in the back.
"Yeah, yeah, you can thank me later." Just when another creature was about to attack you, it turned to dust.
‘’Didn’t need your help, terran." She snaps.
"They did it. We won." You said as you watched Gamora walk away. "Wait, aren't you going to with Nebula and the others?" You question, feeling sympathy? A certain camaraderie.
"You don't have a place to stay. Come live with me." You blurt out before you can stop yourself.
"No. I don't know them, well except my sister. They'll expect me to be like the other me." Gamora replies, a hint of dread in her tone. She'd thought it over, you could tell. In the midst of the chaos, she was making escape plans.
"I've known you for less than an hour." She deadpans, and even though she's right, you insist.
"The way I see it, you don't have many options. And I saved your life."
On your way back, you told Gamora all about yourself, your work, Shield in general, and the Avengers.
Luckily when you went to your apartment, it hadn't been rented out to somebody else. You spent the night showing Gamora music, teaching her how to use YouTube and Netflix.
Tony's funeral was soon after. You couldn't look at Quill or Nebula, knowing that Gamora was with you instead of them. So you stood by Fury and Hill.
On the way home, you bought takeaway. Opening the door, you said.
"Hey, I brought dinner." Taking your eyes off of the door and looking at Gamora, you asked.
"What did you do to your hair?". She had it in big space buns and braids and she looked breathtaking.
"I styled it. I learned a new technique on that site. I also learned this." She said, taking her knife, and throwing it at your dartboard, hitting a bullseye.
"I would say that it would explain the holes in the wall, but I've always been bad at darts. But I leave for a few hours and you learn two new life skills, that's impressive." You sat down next to her and reached out to hug her. Instead of embracing you, she pushed you on the floor.
"Not a hugger, got it."
It was your first day back at work and everything was going well until Nick Fury called you over in his office. In your five years here that had never happened, but you knew the exact reason for that.
"Boss." you said
"I know she's with you." He replies, tactful as always.
"Hello to you too." You suggest not wanting to get into this.
"Hand over Gamora. She doesn't belong here." He continues, leaving you to say.
"I’ll talk to her. If she wants to leave, I’ll contact Peter Quill."
"I expect to know her answer by tomorrow. Don't disappoint me," is what he dismisses you with.
You got back to your desk and started thinking about what to tell your new roommate. But before you could have your eureka moment, your friend asked.
"Why did Fury call you over?"
"I may or may not be living with Gamora, and I think I have a crush on her." You confess,too casually for the office.
"So you Uhauled an alien? Wait, wasn't the big battle 3 days ago. How do you already like her?" She questions.
"Shut up, you know I'm a useless lesbian. And she's so pretty and talented, though her people skills are rusty." You try to justify yourself, your efforts fruitless.
So you spent the rest of the day worrying about Gamora, barely getting any work done. On your way home, you picked up some things for her and got ready to have the talk. But nothing prepared you for what you saw once you entered the apartment. Gamora was sitting on the couch, watching Blue is the warmest color, her eyes glued to the racy scene on the tv. As you shut the door rather loudly, she turned around, never pausing the movie.
"Hey, you're back. You mentioned that I could watch a cooking show on here, but you didn't have any, so I just started watching your recommended. This one's really interesting." She says as if she just informed you the sky is blue.
You turn off the film.
"I'll put it back on later. We have to talk. Why are you staring at me like that?" You try.
"Hey, I was watching that." Gamora protests.
"You look pretty, just like the girl in the movie. Sorry, I interrupted you. What were you going to say?" All your plans about talking to her evaporated in thin air. So, instead, you took out your gift, the one you had been planning to give her if she wanted to stay with you.
"I got you a present. I bought you an air mattress, so your back won't be stiff from the couch." You say.
"Thank you," with that, she cautiously wrapped her arms around you.
The next morning you stayed home, dodging calls from your boss.
"Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be at work?" Gamora asked when she saw you eating your breakfast later than usual.
"I'm staying home today. Fury wants me to talk to him, and I'm not ready." You reply in between spoons of cereal.
"Isn't that irresponsible?" She questions, always a sharp tool in the shed.
"Yeah, it is. But it's about you." You crack easily.
"What about me?" She won't rest
"Don't you want to go back to space?" You ask, not ready for the answer.
"Nope." She says nonchalantly.
"Come on, at least consider it for a second. You mean a lot to your friends out there. Drax and Mantis told me all about you and your crew. You're a guardian of the galaxy." You try. You wonder if non-humans could develop Stockholm syndrome.
"But I don't know them, I don't know Drax or Mantis, I'm not Gamora, Guardian of the galaxy, I'm Gamora, daughter of Thanos." She says, words stinging.
"First of all - you're what you elect to be. And second, don't you want to go home?" You attempt again.
"My home's here with you." She confesses.
"I'm trying to let you go, and you’re making it really hard." As soon as you said that, she pressed her lips to yours, giving you a quick peck.
"Did that make it harder?" She grins, as if she doesn't know it already.
"Well, I know that I'm not letting you go now. Whoever wants you will have to get through me." You decide, determined.
"I'm an assassin, I can handle myself. But it's sweet that you want to protect me." She reminds you.
"So, now that you're not Gamora, Guardian of the galaxy, will you be Gamora, my girlfriend?" You ask foolishly. You're not even sure if she knows what a girlfriend is.
Rocket tells everyone a creepy ghost story and they soon find there is a ghost on their ship
(Another story that’s not a reader insert, just FYI :) )
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“...and there was nothing there!” Rocket finished his story dramatically, throwing his arms in the air. A shudder when down Pete’s spine, even though he was pretending to the best of his ability that he wasn’t even a little bit scared.
Peter scoffed, “Yeah right. There’s no way that actually happened”
“Yeah it did” Rocket insisted indignantly.
“Now way. You made it up, it’s just a ghost story. It’s not true”
Drax frowned, “Ghost stories are true”
Peter rolled his eyes, “Not you too - the whole point of ghost stories are that they’re made up just to scare you, but they’re made up”
“I have heard this story many times before,” Gamora said, “It is true. I once met someone who was there”
“Seriously! Come on, that’s BS, it must be!” Peter folded his arms.
“I am Groot!” Groot said, enthusiastically.
“See,” Rocket said, “Even Groot says it’s true”
“Yeah yeah, well I don’t believe any of it”
Drax turned to Rocket, sitting up straighter, he said “If you had not said, I was going to warn them off the ghost. I am glad that someone else was aware of the danger”
“We’re not in any danger!” Peter said loudly. This whole conversation had happened after he had landed the Milano on planet for the night. Gamora had been the first to ask if he was sure of the place that he had landed, then Rocket had brought up the ‘ghost’.
Later that night, after all the Guardians had returned to their rooms (though both Drax and Gamora said they weren’t going to go to sleep in case of the ghost), Peter was struggling to get to sleep. He was warm and comfy in his bed, and he was more than certainly tired, but ever noise he heard made him jump and look for it’s source. It’s just a dumb story, he told himself, there’s no such thing as ghosts and the story that Rocket told was made up. There are no ghosts. But he couldn’t say that he was entirely convinced.
Eventually he was nearly asleep, he could feel himself relaxing and was just about to nod off, when there was a very distinct knock. He jumped up, staring. He looked all around his room, but there was nothing there. Just a dumb story.
Peter got up and grabbed his blaster, then got back into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. Just go back to sleep, he told himself, it’s just a dumb story. But now he couldn’t sleep, he was wide awake.
Time lost all meaning. He couldn’t tell if he’d got up five minutes ago, or an hour and a half ago. He jumped slightly at every little noise. Until, it came again. A very definite knock... this time on his door.
He lept up, threw the door open and aimed at... nothing. There was nothing there. Peter just stood there for a while, his eyes wide, his heart racing, his breathing slightly ragged. “No” he breathed to himself.
A light came on. “Quill?” It was Gamora.
He peered out, down the ship, “Y-yeah?”
“Why are you out of bed?” she asked, coming down the corridor.
“Someone knocked on my door!” he said immediately, accusing someone and no-one at the same time.
“I didn’t hear anything”
“No, it did! It knocked on my door - and- and I heard it earlier as well” Peter sounded vaguely manic.
“I heard nothing, and I have been awake the whole time. Your mind must be playing tricks on you” she said, in a voice that Peter found far too relaxed.
“Y-yeah? Well... How do I know it wasn’t you that knocked on my door? Huh? And you and Drax and Rocket are all just trying to screw with me?”
“Why would I bother?” she looked unimpressed.
Peter sighed loudly. “You know what, never mind. I’m just sleep deprived or something, I’m going to sleep”
Gamora looked him up and down critically. “Okay”
Shortly, he said, “Night”
“Good night”
He shut his door again, putting down his blaster, he dragged his hands over his face, “I need to sleep” he mumbled, getting back into bed. He grabbed his walkman and put the headphones on, turning on his music. If he couldn’t hear any stupid noises he’d be able to sleep just fine... he hoped.
Well, it worked - for a bit. Peter came round, almost 100% sure he could hear someone calling his name. He waited to see if he could hear it again. Was that...? He wasn’t sure. He took his headphones off and listened to the silence for a while. No voices, no noises, no knock- there was a knock. On his door. Again.
He froze. He had definitely heard that. He waited, his heart racing. There was nothing, nothing at all. He shook his head. Peter took his headphones in his hands again and raised then to put them back on - but there came another knock. Closer this time. On the wall next to the door, closer to him.
His eyes went wide. “No” he whimpered.
Quietly, he got up, staring at the door and wall. He grabbed his blaster again. He waited. One hand was ready, poised to throw the door open at the next knock, the other was prepared to fire.
Knock.
The door was thrown open. Peter charged through. He fired... at nothing; there was nothing there.
A small commotion was heard as the other Guardians got out of bed, woken by the blaster fire.
“Quill?” the first voice was Drax. “What are you shooting at?”
“Dude! What the shit?” Rocket grumbled.
“I am Groot”
“Quill? Again?” Gamora said, exasperated.
He turned to look at them. “There was more knocking! Three times! I swear to God I’m not lying! It must have been right there!” he gestured with his blaster.
“What must have been right there?” Drax asked.
“The- the ghost!”
Rocket laughed, “So you admit it? It is true?”
“I didn’t say that!”
“You said the ghost was knocking, man, you said it!” Rocket folded his arms, looking smug.
Peter groaned, “Okay! Okay. Fine. The story was true. And now the ghost is going after me!”
“So why the Hell are you trying to shoot it?” Rocket asked.
“Because that’s the logical thing to do!” Peter frowned incredulously.
“Dude, were you even listening to what I said? It only kills people who see it. You don’t see it, you’re fine”
“It was knocking on my door! And my wall!”
“Uh hu - but you didn’t see it. So why are you trying to kill something that’s only gonna kill you if you see it?”
Logic started to flow into Peter’s head. If he tried to shoot it, he’d have to look at it, then it would kill him. “Well... what am I meant to do?” he asked weakly.
“Stop trying to shoot the ghost for a start” Gamora said.
Peter’s shoulders slumped, “Well yeah, I got that. But-“ he stopped speaking abruptly, staring past the other Guardians into the corridor where a shadow had just flashed by.
“What is wrong?” Drax asked.
“I ju... it wa... I... I j...”
Rocket raised an eyebrow, “Quill?”
Peter pointed past them, “I just saw... something”
They looked at each other before Rocket asked, “What exactly did you see?”
“J-just a shape” Peter shook his head.
Rocket looked to Gamora and Drax, “That doesn’t...? I mean, that doesn’t count? Does it?”
“No”
“Yes”
Drax and Gamora looked at each other and frowned.
“He saw it” Drax said.
“But he didn’t actually see it, he just saw it’s shape”
“But that is still it”
“But it’s not like he looked at it’s face”
“Is that important?”
“Guys!” Peter interrupted, wide eyed and panicking. Once all eyes had returned to him, he made up his mind. “We’re leaving”
“What? Now?” Rocket asked.
“Yes now!” Peter stared at him as if he was mad. “If we leave it can’t follow. Can it?”
“I don’t... I don’t think so” Gamora said, uncertainly.
“Perhaps” Drax added, unhelpfully.
Peter let out a tense sigh. “Ghosts are bound to one place. That’s how I was always hold. We’re leaving, right now, and we’re never talking about his again”
The others nodded, watching carefully around them as Peter stormed to the captains’s chair and started the engines of the Milano. Within minutes they had jumped several quadrants away.
Peter was still shaky, but he was slowly beginning to calm down. “Do you want to go to sleep?” Gamora asked, fully aware that he was near exhaustion.
“Nope” he said. He stook his head, staring straight out into space.
“Quill-”
“Nope. I’m fine. We’re not talking about it. I don’t need to sleep. Okay?”
A/N: aesthetic under the cut. pictures are not mine, but i made the aesthetic.
Gamora has always been a tough woman. Her father was a mass murderer who kidnapped her when she was younger. She has always been at war with her sister, Nebula. She was trained at a young age to become an assassin and a killer for Thanos. She has every reason to feel sour, bitter, and unhappy.
Until she met you.
You are the ray of sunshine missing from her life. You started to melt her frozen heart. She’s beginning to care about a lot of things she didn’t before all because of you. It’s amazing what one person can make you do and feel just by being them.
One of the things she loves about you is your kindness to more than just humans. She’s taken you on trips across the universe, and it didn’t matter who you met or what kind of species they are, you treated everyone with respect and understanding.
Your heart is made of gold whereas hers is made of steel. It’s balanced each other out, especially in situations like these.
“What is that?” Gamora asks, staring at your new rescue puppy.
“You’ve never seen a dog before?”
“What the hell is a dog?”
“They’re pets that humans have. They’re good for company, service animals, and to always have a best friend with you. They’re such lovable creatures. I adopted him today.”
Your new puppy is excitable and ecstatic to be here. She licks your face and barks. Gamora stares at her with a weird look, but you know she will warm up to the dog soon.
“Just give her a chance,” you grin.
Gamora takes a seat on the floor, and your puppy runs over to her in excitement. She jumps into your girlfriend’s arms and licks her lovingly. Gamora doesn’t know what to do, but you can see a faint smile on her face.
“She loves you,” you smile.
“She’s alright,” she says, but you know her heart is slowly turning to gold.
Can I request Gamora and a female reader on their wedding day? - rootbeergodess
Sorry it’s so short, it’s just a cute little thing
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You sat on the edge of the bed, beaming as Gamora sat down beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist as the kissed your forehead. “Well? Was today everything you had hoped for?”
“Everything and more” you said, resting your hand on her thigh.
“I’m glad”
As weddings go, it had been an eventful one. It had been a small affair, seeing as neither of you had much in the way of family to invite in the first place. But the Ravagers had made up the numbers easily, once they arrived - late. To be honest, it had mainly been the Ravagers that had made the day eventful, just purely by being themselves - Peter had warned you about inviting them, but having lived with them for half a dozen years, you felt you had to. But hey, they weren’t that bad.
Of course, the other Guardians had also made their mark on the event too - each in their own way. Groot decorated the entire room in glowing branches, it was truly beautiful. Drax had taken charge of setting up the venue, entirely by himself; he carried every table and chair in himself, and put them in their places. Peter had supplied the music, and you had loved every single track that he played, and Gamora had too, though she wouldn’t admit it to him. And Rocket? Well, Rocket had gotten drunk, and threatened Gamora that she had better look after you properly, and then cried that he was so happy for the two of you and admitted quietly that he was scared that this was going to lead to him losing you both. It had been incredibly emotional.
“So,” you smiled at Gamora, your wife, your partner for the rest of your lives, “what did you think?”
“I think it went perfectly. Was it anything like your Terran weddings usually are?” she asked, slightly worried that despite all best efforts, she hadn’t given you the dreams wedding from your childhood.
“In places” you nodded, “but to be honest, the parts that weren’t ‘normal’ were the best”
She smiled, content, “You looked so beautiful”
Despite yourself, you blushed, “And so did you”
Gently, she took your face in her hands and kissed you, sweetly, softly. And all you could think was, this is the first day of the rest of my life.
I figured Gamora wouldn’t be entirely familiar with human marriage traditions
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You sat side by side with Gamora, holding hands between you. You were both doing your own thing; You were reading a book, and she was search for something on her data pad. Neither of you had actually spoken in about an hour, but that wasn’t unusual. You liked being in each other’s presence, no matter what you were doing.
Neither of you were big on PDA either, but you found yourselves holding hands more often than not. You loved Gamora. Very much. She was your badass, beautiful green girlfriend - she could kick your ass, and anyone else’s that came anywhere near you. She was incredible. She knew you could take care of yourself, but that never stopped her protecting you, especially while you were fighting Ronan. It wasn’t long after that that you had got together.
“Y/N” she said plainly.
You looked up and gave her a small smile, “Yes?”
“I have something to give you. Wait here and I’ll get it” She got up and headed off towards your shared room.
You frowned curiously. If whatever it is was in your room, couldn’t she give you it when you both went to bed that night? You put your bookmark in place and waited for her to return.
Whatever it was she had for you must be small. Gamora returned with her fingers closed around something in her hand. She smiled, almost nervously as she sat back down. With her free hand, she took hold of yours again, turning it palm up. Then she put the small item in your hand.
You stare at the ring for a moment. It was beautiful. You smiled at her, “Thank you, it’s gorgeous... Why did you get me it?” As much as you loved each other, you rarely bought gifts for one another outside of your anniversary.
Her face fell. “I asked Peter and he said to get you a ring. I got you a ring - is that not right?”
You blinked, puzzled, “... you asked Peter what?”
“How to propose to you”
You just about choked. Your eyes went wide. “Oh”
“Did he lie to me?” she frowned.
“No. No it’s just - I didn’t realised... Usually, you would ask, then if I said yes you would give me the ring” you explained quickly, a deep blush had risen to your cheeks and you could feel every beat of your heart in your chest.
“Ask what?” Gamora asked softly. She was still holding your hand as the ring lay in your palm.
“Em, usually... whoever was proposing would ask, ‘will you marry me’ - then when the other person says yes, they would put the ring on their finger”
“Oh. I see. Peter never said that.”
You nodded, still in shock. “Yeah...”
“Let me try again” she picked the ring back up out of your hand. She took a second to compose herself before looking back at you. She smiled, and softly asked, “Y/N, will you marry me?”
You let out a nervous laugh, “Yes”
She nodded, satisfied, then asked “Which finger does it go on?”
You heart melted, “This one” you indicated, and she carefully slide it down your finger. It was a perfect fit.
She leant in, and softly kissed your lips. When she pulled away she sat in closer to you. “Does this mean we’re married then?”
You laughed a little, “No, this means we’re engaged” she frowned in confusion, “It means we’re going to get married - we’ve still to have a wedding”
“Oh, do you know how to do that?”
“Yeah, sort of” you now couldn’t stop smiling.
“Good. I’ll help then”
You held her hand, interlacing your fingers with hers. “Okay”
