patched through. [NEW! MAY 5 - HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!]
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...fluff? | rocket x gn reader | oneshot | ~4,045 words.
preview, notes, context, and warnings below. this one's semi-violent.
a study in contrasts.
or, the captain questions a would-be assassin. his sweetheart interrupts.
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~4,045 words | please check warnings below.
“Oh, come on,” the Captain repeats, exasperated. “I know you musta had a few brushes with death over the years, right? You can’t be that green—”
The comms sizzle again. Rocket rolls his eyes. The BA-17 clicks against bottom teeth and scrapes the assassin’s split lower lip as it jerks out of his mouth.
“I told you to stop buggin’ me, Krags—”
“Sorry, cap’n. It’s just — your sweetheart’s on the long-range comm-receiver, and I thought—”
The Captain’s spine snaps straight up. He rocks back in his seat. Somehow, his shoulders seem to broaden: chest and tail both puffing. Those laid-flat ears are perked forward.
J’jark stares up at him shakily.
“Patch it through.”
“Uh. You sure, cap’n?”
“Am I—? Yeah, dickhead. Patch it through.”
There’s a moment of scratchy silence. A brief burst of static, and then a soft hum.
Your voice, when it comes through the comms, is a soft sugar-bomb.
“Rocket?”
read patched through on ao3 now.
~4,045 words | please check warnings below.
NOTES: happy birthday to volume three, and happy anniversary to the liberation of the arete! thank you for your patience as i relocate my living space and navigate problems with internet access. i hope you enjoy the semi-dark, semi-fluffy bit of nonsense. i am so grateful i am to be part of this amazing community.
CONTEXT: mcu post-vol3, inspired just a little by the characters and storyline from Rocket Raccoon: The Blue River Score (2017).
WARNINGS: off-screen brutality (rocket has beat the shit outta this guy). lots of descriptions of pain. threats with a firearm and threats of murder. (rocket canonically "want[s] to kill some guys!" circa vol2). fluff with a gn-reader who wears rocket's shirts even though they're way too small, plus fluffy unicorn slippers. pet-names like "sugar," "sweetheart," and "baby." minimal editing! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
purple sky divider by @/firefly-graphics | turquoise sequin by @/saradika-graphics
i have not had much writing-time since were packing our stuff and moving it in every spare hour (plus the new place is in an internet deadzone till we get tech support out to replace some things) — but i did want to share something for volume three’s birthday, so i will have a short little oneshot to share later today called patched through. it’s a little more violent than my usual fare — darker, in a way? —and told from the perspective of someone who the Captain is, ahem, questioning when his sweetheart calls him up on the comms. lightly suggestive, and rated more for implied violence/injury/pain than horniness, but weirdly… fluffy?
anyway it’s an odd one — but i hope you’ll enjoy! here’s a lil snippet:
J’jark Jorkellsehn is a third-rate assassin at best, and he knows it.
Unfortunately, his target — currently stalking back and forth across his line of sight — knows it, too. It’s in the hard, sharp glint of the devil-red eyes, and the flattened ears. The way the guy’s upper lip ripples in something caught between a sneer and a snarl, one sharp white canine flashing.
It’s in the way J’jark’s nose seeps blood across his mouth and into his beard, trickling and itchy over his sweaty throat and behind his armored vest.
“It’s a frickin’ insult, is what it is,” the target is muttering, whiskers twitching. He stalks back and forth, tail flicking irritably. “Goddamn offensive.”
J’jark’s left orbital socket aches, the skin already tight with swelling. His nasal cavity is hot with pressure, thudding dully in time with his heart. He gulps back another hiccupy moan and tries to cinch his bladder more tightly. Why had he ever thought this was a good idea?
Hubris, he realizes immediately. Hubris and greed. The money had looked so good when he’d been ‘toxxed on Denebolan godkiller and a fuckton of World Tree Root. Not to mention the boost to his reputation.
The Guardians of the Galaxy are a menace to people like us, a syrupy voice had whispered in his ear. They need to be removed from the picture — which is where you come in.
A purring, throaty chuckle.
We’ve all seen how distracted they get when their beloved Captain is in danger.
