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@valmora
uh valkyrie/gamora??? a Concept
yesss valmora is so good….i was listening to cherry bomb by the runaways the other day and its so them. theyre both kind of angry inside and revenge oriented, but i think they would be able to check each other when stuff got too dark and they could balance each other out pretty well. plus i think they would understand each other on a deep level. also like. they can kiss
some soft space sapphics
gamora pieces together parts of asgardian culture from old, dusty books and half-whispered stories.
it’s not much, but she tries.
she learns about their magic, about the significance of their braids, about their customs-and she does it all for brunnhilde.
she knows what it’s like to be alone, to be the last of your kind, and she doesn’t want her girlfriend to ever lose the valkyries, not fully. she wants to be able to help her remember them, honor them.
and if she has to do hours of searching with only small successes to do so, then so be it.
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brunnhilde and gamora are laying in bed one night, tangled together and grinning, softly laughing and telling stories.
sunlight streams through the drapes, and, god, brunnhilde is beautiful, absolutely stunning, and gamora wishes she could stay here forever. she presses a kiss to her girlfriend’s forehead and smiles up at her, running her fingers through her hair.
“can i…braid your hair?” gamora asks softly, and brunnhilde looks slightly surprised, and then nods, sitting up and turning her back to her.
gamora recalls one of the braids from an asgardian book she had found, does her best to replicate the pattern as she works, her movements swift and precise. brunnhilde hums softly to herself, unable to stop herself from smiling a little, relaxed and happy.
a few minutes later, gamora stops and admires her handiwork, more than a little proud of herself. it’s not exactly as it had been pictured in the book, but it is close enough, and beautiful.
brunnhilde stands, walks over to the mirror, unable to surprise the shock on her face when she sees the braid, understands its meaning. “i-yes,” she whispers softly, turning to face gamora. “i’ll marry you.”
gamora blinks, confused, not sure where this is coming from. “…what? that’s wonderful, but where’s this coming from?”
now it’s brunnhilde’s turn to look confused. “the braid? in my culture, it’s a proposal, i thought you knew-” “no, i just saw it in a book, i-” “i’m sorry.”
gamora shakes her head, takes a step forward, and offers a hand to brunnhilde, pulling her close when she accepts it. “just because i didn’t mean to propose right now,” she says quietly, “doesn’t mean i wasn’t planning on it.”
brunnhilde grins, rests her forehead against her girlfriend’s-well, fiancee’s, now. “i love you.”
“i love you, too.”
valmora aka stab girlfriends aka tricking the earth humans into doing ridiculous things on camera because it’s ‘tradition on my homeworld’ siri send post
“he said it’s not now or never,
waiting years we’ll be together,
i said better late than never,
just don’t make me wait forever,
don’t make me wait forever”
↳ quill/t’challa
quill, draping himself on gamora: hey bb is it ok that i found this rlly hot earth guy and i’m def gonna bottom for him?
gamora, sexting valkyrie: duh love you
the champion (of the people who don’t believe in champions)
for @valmcras
gamora is the greatest champion sakaar has ever seen.
she’s undefeated, merciless, a blur of green and metal as she whirls across the battlefield, sword elegant in its brutality and motions confident, sure. there’s no one like her, never has been. they can’t match her style, her ability.
her rage.
sakaar is the home of lost things, and gamora has been lost for a long, long time, since she stole a ship from her father’s men and flew until the engine died, died, died.
she drifted in space, for awhile, rations low and desperation high, and then - and then.
some would say she was lucky, to land on a planet like this, where she can thrive.
some would say otherwise.
gamora doesn’t care much, can’t. nothing matters except the winning, the surviving. it’s not much, but it’s a life.
and people love her here. they adore her. it’s been a year, and she’s still not used to that. she’s not sure she ever will be. she can numb everything else out, but not the love. it’s too foreign. it will always be too foreign.
even loved, it’s lonely.
that comes with being the last of your kind, really - it’s a constant isolation that pricks at her skin, even in a crowd. it’s a pain that leaves her eyes burning and terrifying, more angry or more sad no one can ever be sure.
someone once said that if you live long enough, you can see the same eyes on different people’s faces.
the same eyes.
the grandmaster introduces gamora to scrapper 142, and it’s like staring into a mirror.
there’s a tense pause, gamora’s gaze locked onto hers from across the room, every one of her nerve endings on fire, and then - the scrapper breaks the odd, aching peace, knocks back a swig from the bottle of alcohol she seems to carry with her everywhere, demands more money than she deserves from the grandmaster, and leaves.
just like that, it’s over.
just like that.
she doesn’t expect to see the scrapper ever again, doesn’t expect to feel the burn of her eyes just one more time, doesn’t want to, really, doesn’t want the unsteady footing, the unchecked change.
but since when has she ever gotten what she wants? since when has the universe worked in her favor?
they meet. they drink. they spar.
gamora calls her scrapper; scrapper calls her champion.
there’s no sweetness on sakaar. there’s no sweetness between them. that’s something they couldn’t dare, wouldn’t risk.
and yet. gamora’s smile is a little softer, the scrapper’s laugh is a little warmer, and there are a hundred thousand other things they shouldn’t do, shouldn’t say, that happen anyways.
it shouldn’t be a surprise, though it still is, when scrapper pulls gamora into her arms for the third time that week, mirror image wildfire eyes sparking with something gamora hasn’t seen in years, and says, “call me brunnhilde.”
gamora hesitates, calculates, risk assessment running through her head.
“only if you’ll call me gamora.”
a kiss works to seal the deal.
reblog. … if u ship valkyrie w girls
V A L M O R A
"this wasn't supposed to be this complicated." + Valmora
okay so this isn’t entirely based around the prompt, i’m sorry but I hope you still like itmy first time writing valmora and it’s pure angst. Figures.
Valkyrie laughed as she spun, bringing down her sword, reveling in the fight, alongside her- she glanced over to her right at Gamora her smile growing wider- girlfriend.
Gamora, focusing on the chimes of her laughter through the cacophony of battle, cast a fond look at her partner as she tore the head off some robot trying to decapitate her.
“Having fun?” she called over.
“Alongside you? Always.”
But it wasn’t just fun, fun couldn’t hold a candle to how Gamora made her feel, to how special she felt when she was near. It wasn’t supposed to be like that, it was never meant to be that complicated, they were just meant to be casual partners, just meant to fight together, nothing more. But Gamora had found her while she was still trapped behind the walls she had carefully constructed around herself, and in her own way, slashed them down from the outside, convincing her to break out from within. She lost herself in the memories for a moment, Gamora forcing her to step outside her comfort zone, to go to different planets for more than war, for new experiences, for new people. Which was her mistake. For as she wasn’t fully attentive to her surroundings, an automaton jumped from behind her, reaching out with it’s blade, too fast for even Valkyrie to stop him, too fast for Valkyrie to register what was happening, too fast for Valkyrie to see Gamora lunge in front of her intercepting the blade with her body, falling down in front of Valkyrie, blood spurting from her wound.
Around them the battle raged, the guardians and revengers shooting and slashing, but to Valkyrie, in that moment there was nothing, nothing but herself and her fallen lover, lying at her feet as Valkyrie sank to the ground next to her, one thought reverberating through her mind.
Not again. I can’t do this again. Please not again.
“Valkyrie. Brunhilde.” Gamora smiled up at her weakly, her whisper somehow reaching through the sounds of battle that was just so much more noise in Valkyrie’s ears now, so unimportant compared to what was happening now.
“Gamora. Please. Please don’t leave me.” Valkyrie was leaning over her, gathering Gamora in her arms, cradling her head against her chest as she sat on the blood soaked floor. “Gamora, please.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t say that! Don’t be sorry, stay with me!” Valkyrie blinked back hot tears as she looked down at Gamora, but she knew the truth, knew the poison from the blade had already begun working, knew there was no antidote, knew that Gamora wouldn’t make it out of this, knew that she would be left alone again.
“I’m sorry.” Gamora repeated again, her voice draining away. “I love you so much. And I’m sorry.”
Valkyrie wanted to scream, to tell her to stop stop apologizing, stop dying, just stop and be okay, jump up like it was just another battle scar in the making. But she could do none of that, just hold her closer, as Gamora continued in labored breaths.
“Please. Be strong for me Brunhilde. Don’t cut yourself off again. Don’t run away. Even when it hurts. Please do that for me.”
Valkyrie just looked back at her, a wild hopeless look in her eyes.
“Gamora…”
“I love you, Brunhilde. Don’t you ever forget that.” Gamora shut her eyes then, sinking down, and Valkyrie felt it, her pulse slowing to a halt, her breath stopping in her chest. She gently lay her down, getting up and slowly backing away. The battle had abated by now and the rest of their teams were coming over, dawning realization casting horrible looks on their faces. She surveyed the scene, trying to come to her senses through the fog that seemed to have descended.
Don’t run away
She wanted to stay, she wanted to be strong, she wanted that so much. But it hurt, and it was too much, it was overwhelming her, it was happening again, she was left alone, the woman she loved was gone, and she was screaming now, a roar of pure mourning and anguish that she couldn’t stop, and the team was backing away, not wanting to approach and they shouldn’t, she was a creature of rage now, rage born from pain, she wasn’t a person to approach, a person to care for, a person to love. Through the red mist that seemed to have blanketed the world she saw them moving away from her, and she looked back at Gamora’s broken body on the ground. It was never meant to be this complicated. Never meant to hurt this much.
Don’t run away
“I’m sorry.” Now it was Valkyrie whispering it, to the ghost Gamora had left behind, to whatever memories were yet remaining. “I’m so sorry.”
Valkyrie ran.
hey so you know how nebula’s voice is like super raspy and everything? so basically headcanon where it used to be really pretty and she used to be able to sing as a child, sing like an angel. and even when thanos did everything to her, little nebula would return back to her siblings and they would sing together, sing songs of their cultures from different planets, sing of home. And then Thanos finds out about this. And he takes Nebula away, and when she comes back, she can’t sing anymore. And all the children ask her what happened to her golden voice, and she doesn’t tell them because she doesn’t want to tell them the simple truth they’re all denying- no voice can withstand hours of screaming not even hers.
so according to thor: ragnarok valkyrie’s been to xandar, which means she knows about the guardians of the galaxy, which means she knows about gamora, and are they gfs? they’re gfs
@starsandsupernovae
Words cannot describe how much I love my stabby space girlfriends, have some headcanons
-They meet on Xandar
-Valkyrie’s got a day off and she’s spending it going to a bar and getting as drunk as possible
-she’s Asgardian and it isn’t going very well
-Gamora’s only in the bar because she got a tip on a lead on someone the Guardians are looking for and they’re meant to be here
-She is somewhat impressed by Valkyrie’s ability to drink literally anything and then still challenge people to fight-and win
-But Valkyrie keeps on fighting more and more people and at one point Gamora feels compelled to try and drag her away before she takes on ten fully armed aliens alone and unarmed
-Valkyrie agrees to leave…if Gamora will have a drink with her
-Gamora agrees, and they start talking
-Gamora refuses to accept Scrapper 142 as a name, and demands until Valkyrie tells her her real name
-And yes, Gamora does call her Brunhilde
-The two of them hunt down Gamora’s lead togethe
-And make plans to meet again next time Valkyrie has a day off
-And they go off in different directions but not before exchanging the space equivalent of numbers
-And they video call eachother every day. Sometimes they talk for hours
-Sometimes it’s just a few minutes.
-And sometimes, they sit in silence, sharpening weapons or doing some inane task, but with the line of communication open between them, only saying words every so often
-It’s generally Valkyrie who talks on while Gamora listens
-But sometimes, when Valkyrie has nightmares and can’t sleep it’s Gamora who talks in a low voice, and waits until she has soothed her to sleep before closing the call.
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i love valkyrie……………… bicon…………. with her four (4) girlfriends
if you have femslash prompts open would you consider doing something for the beautiful stabby space gays valkyrie and gamora?
soft (stabby) space gays
They’re so beautiful and happy and peaceful I love this so so so much
i’m doing these both separately bc i love both ships and i love u so here goes!!
valkyrie x gamora:
who said “i love you” first? hmm, i imagine that gamora did? bc she’s more in tune with her own emotions than valkyrie is (or at the very least, more comfortable with them at this point given the familial bonds she’s been able to form with the other guardians). she’s better at talking about deep feelings than val is in general
who would have the other’s picture as their phone background? definitely val! she loves showing off her hot gf to anyone and everyone- and she secretly is so so so happy to have a gf again, to love and cherish, after she tragically lost her first love…
who leaves notes written in fog on the mirror in the bathroom? this seems to cutesy for either of them, but i think val would do it in like a joking way. like she’d write something like “stop using up my toothpaste asshole”
who buys the other cheesy gifts? gamora likes to give her loved ones things that she found that reminded her of them, so she’s the one who does this most!
who initiated the first kiss? gamora is slowly getting better at physical contact but she still has a long way to go, so i’m betting that val did.
who kisses the other awake in the morning? val! and gamora always pretends to be grossed out by her morning breath and goofy shit like that
who starts tickle fights? i can’t see either of them really doing this tbh, maybe val if she’s especially hammered and is feeling Extra Gay Love My Gf Feels
who asks who if they can join the other in the shower? definitely val. gamora gets really flustered the first few times, in part bc she’s a bit insecure about her scars, but val makes her feels safe and beautiful
who surprises the other with lunch in the middle of the day at work? gamora! she’s lowkey a mom bc she and peter have to coparent the rest of the guardians most of the time, so its second nature at this point for her to pack lunches for her loved ones
who was nervous and shy on their first date? both but val was uncharacteristically flustered bc gamora looked so PRETTY and it had been literal ages since she had been on a real date with someone lol
who kills/take out the spiders? val does- gamora always ends up feeling bad for killing an innocent bug (everyone makes fun of her for this bc she was literally an assassin and has no qualms killing people but thats just how she is)
who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk? gamora does- she very rarely drinks alcohol, and gets very tipsy and giggly and handsy when she does lol
VALMORA
Valkyrie and Gamora bonding over complaining about their Annoying Strong Hero Chrises who make them Save The Universe. While sparring and drinking. Please?
ok so there’s no sparring, I’m sorry, just the two of them bonding over their Blonde Idiots. Thank you for sending in the prompt!
“Ugh”
Gamora looked up from the floor where she was sharpening her sword at the sound to see Valkyrie leaning against the doorway holding a mostly full bottle of some form of alcohol.
Normally Gamora took care of her weapons alone, focus only on the edge and sharpness, no people to ruin her focus. But Valkyrie didn’t count as people. She was….different. Gamora wasn’t sure what it was about the bold woman who shot first and never had any questions to ask later. She seemed the opposite of Gamora, rushing in, drinking hard. And yet…
She nodded, an invitation for Valkyrie to sit beside her
“Thor tried to be heroic again, the dumbass.” Valkyrie took a sip from the bottle. “Jumped from the ship before it landed, nearly broke his leg. I had to go save him from an army of giant wasp creatures because the idiot couldn’t be bothered to prepare properly, just grabbed his hammer and jumped. Ended up saving the country and I told him I wasn’t doing any this week.”
Gamora nodded.
“Peter did the same thing just two days ago. Went after the smuggling group, forcing me to go in and save him when he was captured. We did shut them down, but my sword was filthy afterward and I didn’t get to sharpen it beforehand.”
Valkyrie handed her the bottle. Gamora took it, their fingers brushing delicately as she accepted the drink.
“Fools, the both of them.” Valkyrie leaned her head back against the wall, her hair falling further down her back.
“True.” Gamora let a small smile play around her lips. “Our fools though.”
“Yeah.” Valkyrie took the bottle back, pouring half the remaining contents down her throat.
They sat in silence for a bit. That was another thing about Valkyrie. She was loud-except when she wasn’t. Except while they were alone, sitting in a silence that never felt forced, never felt like it had to be filled. They just sat together while the ship flew through space, letting the universe fly by the two of them. It was a sort of comfortable peace, one Gamora appreciated more than she could put into words. And putting it into words would ruin it somehow, so there they remained, silently. Until the alarm sounded and Peter’s voice came out through the intercom.
“Okay, no one panic, things are fine.” before Thor cut in
“Everyone to their stations, we shall have to attack, we are all in grave danger!” He sounded excited, as though nothing could be more exhilarating than a perilous battle.
The two warriors looked at each other for a moment, Gamora reaching for the bottle automatically before Valkyrie could grab and finish it.
“Those boys are going to make us save the universe one day.” Valkyrie picked up her own sword, which Gamora had sharpened earlier.
Gamora smiled at her.
“Perhaps. But I won’t mind, providing I am fighting with you.”
if valkyrie doesn’t hit on gamora at all of the most inopportune moments then what is the fucking point of infinity war
