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“Rocky!” You shouted happily, pointing to one of the many shops within Contraxia, almost swooning over the handmade beanies being sold. “The hell you need one of those for? I can make you one! Besides, you get one every time we come here!” He grumbled, waving the shop off and making you groan and roll your eyes. 

You and the Guardians needed a break, deciding to stop off at your favorite icy planets for a few drinks. It was pretty packed that day, Rocket making sure you stayed close to him and the group in general with all the idiots and pickpocketers around. 

Passing the Iron Lotus, you watched Peter’s wandering eyes almost get slapped out of their sockets by Gamora, making you and Mantis snicker. You two were good friends, being able to have girl talk without being judged was nice. You stepped a little ahead Rocket, lightly bumping Mantis and striking up conversation about how cold it was, and all the little things you two definitely needed to buy. 

“I saw this super cute jacket last time we were here, hopefully I can find it before we go. It would look so good on you!” You conversed with her, “You think? We must find it later!” Mantis beamed, excited to hang out with you. 

Rocket’s head was on a swivel, watching every single person that walked by or even those who stood at the shops. He was not taking any chances with idiots this time. 

There were so many..men everywhere. His nerves were on edge.

Finally, the crew made it to their favorite hole in the wall bar, the Whistling Outpost. Quant enough that nothing too crazy went on, but it was never a dull vibe inside. There was a line outside the door, a guard checking everyone's name on his tablet to make sure they weren’t letting in any stowaways or general freaks. 

Peter and Gamora were in the front, behind them was Drax and Nebula, followed by you and Mantis still chattering away, with a very attached raccoon at your side. 

He could feel the eyes not only on him but on you. Rocket’s eyes scanned around slowly to find the idiot who thought it was a good idea to stare at what was his. There was a group of them, dirty, drunk, and daring, staring and pointing while making quiet suggestive comments the keen raccoon could hear. Rocket decided not to make a big deal tonight, he just wanted to relax..

Instead, he slyly turned his body to face you, blocking their view of your ass and anything else they might want to stare at, creating a barrier but not making too much of an issue. He glanced over at the group, noticing a slight change in their stature. Rocket gently tapped your ass, his paw sliding to your belt loop and hooking his finger through it to hang on to you. 

You felt his comforting touch and without missing a beat you glanced down at him and scratched lightly behind his ear, smiling at him before going back to talking Mantis’ ear off.

Rocket grinned, turning back to the drunken group, taunting them with his smirk. The look of defeat on their faces was enough for him to enjoy it.

You sat on the large couch in the common area, re-reading the book you had read probably hundreds of times at this point. You could hear the laughter of Peter and Rocket from the front of the ship, and every now and then the sounds of someone walking around on the upper decks. 

“I’ll be right back, Pete.” You heard Rocket say, your eyes lifting from your book as you heard him making his way to where you were. “Hey sweets.” Rocket said, taking his usual spot next to you, “Hey Rocky.” You smiled, looking over at him. “That damn book again? You’ve just about ruined it for yourself haven’t you?” He chuckled, “No, no. It still reads the same way it did as when I first picked it up.” 

You could tell by his eyes, he wanted something.

“Aren’t you supposed to be helping Peter, you know, steer and navigate and what not?” You asked, raising a brow at him. “Well,” He said quietly, scooting closer to you, “Pete’s got it.. I have some time,” He started, hand placed on your thigh and slowly creeping upwards. Your breath hitched, “Oh, uh, you know, not right now, Rocket. Maybe later tonight..” You said, seeing the disappointment in his face, his ears twitched ever so slightly. He pulled his hand away. “Alright.” He said, leaning back into the cushion. “That’s what you said every other night..” He mumbled, standing back up almost as soon as he was getting comfortable. “Rock-” You started, almost tempted to reach out to him. “No, I get it, it’s fine. Y’know Peter probably needs me anyway, gotta help him with his shit all the time.” He huffed, feigning a smile. You opened your mouth to try and stop him, but he just stared at you. You closed your lips, eyes darting back down to the book, listening to his footsteps almost hurrying back to the pilot area. 

You dropped the book into your lap, hands cupping your face as you sighed heavily, trying not to cry. How were you going to tell him? 

-

“I just don’t get it, man.” Peter shrugged, glancing over at the slightly irritated raccoon. “Why don’t you just ask her what's up?” “I don’t think it's that easy, Pete.” Rocket huffed, staring out into the darkness of space. “I mean, everyone has needs, she’s gotta come around to it eventually, right? I mean, yeah it's a little weird, y’know, you being a raccoon and all and she’s-” Peter felt the side eye from Rocket, “But she likes or loves you or whatever, soo..” “How do you do it?” Rocket asks, Peter raising a brow. “You boast about all these women you’ve been with, including Gamora, how do you get them to, y’know..” His voice trailed off, almost embarrassed to be asking this damn question. Peter snickered, “How do I get them in bed with me? Now Rocket, that is private information that I don’t think I want to share with you.” He teased, “But, I guess it’s just my charm.” When Peter didn’t get a response from the normally snappy raccoon, his eyebrows almost softened, feeling bad for his best friend. 

“Look man, you gotta flirt with her and shit. Don’t be such an asshole all the time, like, tell her how beautiful she is, compliment her and stuff.” Peter shrugged, “I do!” Rocket threw his arms up, “Or at least I think I do. Am I that much of an asshole that she won’t even sleep with me? I mean I’ve tried, I’ve made moves, we sleep in the same damn bed half the time! She just rolls away or mumbles ‘not tonight’ again and again. Why the hell are you humies so stuck up sometimes?!”

Peter glanced over at him, doing one of those half ass-white Terran smiles. Peter was catching on to what you were feeling. 

“What?” “Nothing, nothing.” Peter shook his head, eyes back on the literal space in front of him. 

“You’re no help either, dammit.” He hopped out of his chair, “I’m going to talk to Drax.” Rocket waved his paw at Peter, climbing the ladder to the next level up.

Peter shook his head, thinking he had to go talk to you to try and figure this out and help his friend if he could.

-

“Drax!” Rocket banged on the large metal door, sliding open to reveal the tall, muscular man who resided behind it. “Yes?’ Drax asked, almost confused as to what Rocket could possibly need from him right now. 

“Gotta talk to you.” The raccoon said, sliding past Drax, “And close the damn door, I don’t need anyone, especially Y/N to hear.” He relaxed hearing the metals connect to the closing door. 

“So,” Drax started, 

“How do you get a woman in bed?” 

Rocket asked flatly, almost catching Drax off guard. “You came in here to ask me how to make love to a woman?” “No no, Jesus, not make love, I can do that shit, but how do you convince her in the first place? I mean you had a kid, obviously you know what you’re doing.” Drax sat on his bed, watching Rocket climb into the chair across from him. “You’re trying to have sex with Y/N?” “Yes! Duh, who the hell else? But she just..won’t.” Rocket shrugged, swaying side to side in the chair, “Well when I met my wife..” Drax trailed off, thinking for a moment about her. “We fell in love, and made our beautiful daughter. Maybe you two are not in love.” Rocket stared at him blankly, “We definitely are.” He said confidently. 

“..Maybe it is because you are small, and hairy. And sort of ugly.” Drax stated, Rocket baring his teeth slightly at him. “Shit, you’re as much help as Pete is.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes. 

“Have you considered just asking?” Drax suggested, “Peter said the same damn thing. The hell do you guys want me to do? Just walk up all ‘Oh hey Y/N, wanna have sex with me?’ I don’t think so.” Rocket argued.

“Yes.” Drax said matter of factly. 

“You know what, screw this.” Rocket jumped from the chair and made his way to the door. “And so help me Drax if you say a word to anyone about this I will claw your damn eyes out.” The door shut heavily behind a very disheveled Rocket.

-

“Y/N? Y/N!” You heard your name being called, the voice approaching from down the hall. You set down the dish you were cleaning and leaned out the door of the kitchen, seeing Peter poking his head into all the hallway doors looking for you, “What’s up?” You asked, raising your brow. “You free?” Peter asked, causing confusion on your end. “Uh.. yeah, why? Something happened? Need some help up front?” “No, I just have a question for you.” Peter walked into the kitchen and leaned on the counter as you picked your dish back up and continued to clean. “Ask away.” 

You could hear Peter swallow, almost nervous. 

“Have you and Rocket ever..” He trailed off, anticipating you to start telling him ot fuck off and mind his own business. Instead you became ridgid, feeling all the color wash from your face. “I-I don’t mean to be intruding!” He tried to save himself from the awkward conversation ahead, noticing you tense. “Why?” You asked quietly.

“Well, ugh this feels so weird to talk about and I probably shouldn’t be but, Rocket came to me and like, asked how to get with a woman..in that..situation..because he said you wouldn’t..” His voice was quiet, almost like a child afraid to be scolded. 

You let out a heavy breath, setting down your plate. “I know what you mean.” You didn’t even bother looking over at him. 

“Do you even..want to?” 

“Yes, well, no, but not no in a bad way. It’s just..I’m..” You dropped your shoulders,

“Is it Rocket?” “No, of course not. It’s definitely me.” 

“Oh. I get it. Then why don’t you talk to him. Let him know..? 

You let out an accidental laugh, “Ha! Easier said than done.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Come on Pete, you know Rocket. How he reacts to shit.”

What you didn’t know was the keen ears of a raccoon had picked up on his name on your lips down the hall, stopping in his place to eavesdrop.

“I just can’t do that, I’m not into it, y’know? You seem to have figured that out.” You said. 

Rockets ears pinned to his head, clicking his tongue, “Whatever..” He brushed off the hurt, continuing on his way down the hall, failing to listen to the next words out of your mouth.

“I love him, everything about him. But I just don’t feel those feelings. And I never really have for anyone, anything even. I don’t know if Rocket would believe me if I tried to explain that to him..” You rubbed your temples, Peter trying to think, trying to help the both of you. 

“I thought I’d be able to figure this out if I heard both stories here but, you’re right, he’d probably just assume the worst. I really just think you gotta tell him. I know it won’t be easy, but he doesn’t know what to think, he’s confused as to why whenever he makes a move you shy away everytime. He needs some type of explanation, and you need to stop hiding it from him if you really love him.” 

You closed your eyes and shook your head, a shaky sigh escaping your lips. “You’re right.” “Per usual.” Peter said coyly, earning himself a death glare, “Ok, sorry not the time for that. But, I’ll leave you to it then. I don’t know where he went after he brushed my advice off. He couldn’t have gone far.” Peter waved, “But it is getting late, he might’ve decided to head to your- his-  the room for the night. I’m gonna do the same soon.” He suggested, leaving the kitchen and heading back to his captain seat. 

Gotta tell him, don’t you? 

This was a lot for you to decide.

You wanted to tell him, but then again it’s Rocket. Snarky, aggressive, jumping to conclusions, Rocket.

-

You had made your final rounds of checking on everyone before you headed to yours and Rockets shared room. Saying your goodnights and making sure doors were secured, lights that weren’t needed were off.

Were you stalling? Yes, for sure. You now knew Rocket had some type of suspicion about why you wouldn’t engage with him, and you became nervous to even enter the room, afraid to get either berated, interrogated, anything. You just weren’t ready to come out to him yet.

You slowly opened the door, prepared for what you thought was to come.

But nothing. 

“You’re in here early.” You said wearily, noticing how calm he was.

That was unusual for him. 

“Yeah, had some shit in here to do, figured get it done before Peter talks my ears off about getting it done.” His back was facing you.

Normally he would get up, hug you, kiss you, tease you, anything. But he was scarily..normal. 

“Oh, alright. Sounds good.” Your nervous eyes darted around the room, searching for your pajamas to grab to get an excuse to go to the bathroom and escape the tense air. 

“You left them on the bathroom floor when ya changed earlier.” Rocket read your mind, “Thanks.” You hurried into the bathroom, closing the door and letting out a heavy sigh.

Gotta tell him, gotta tell him. Dammit! Just tell him.

A knock at the door. “You good? I gotta piss, hurry it up.” Rocket almost hissed. You didn’t realize how long you had been sitting there. 

“Sorry.” You practically tore off your clothes and got into your pajamas, opening the door and getting right into your bed. 

How were you gonna approach this?

You heard the trickle of urine hitting water, your heart speeding up.

Gotta tell him.

The flush of the toilet.

The bathroom lights went out, and out came Rocket in his own pajamas, which was just a pair of loose pants. 

He got back into his chair at his desk, the sound of screwdrivers hitting screws, wires snapping with electricity. 

“So, um.” You started, picking at the skin around your nails. “I know earlier I said we could..tonight..” 

You glanced over at him when his tinkering noises silenced. Ears twitched with irritation, flattening ever so slightly. 

“I already know the damn answer. It’s no, again.” 

“Yes, But, I need to tell you something-”

“Oh,” He spun, looking at you harshly, “I already know the damn answer.” 

“You do..?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Who told him? How did he find out? A god, he was a lot more mad than you thought he would be. 

“I sure as hell do. And I don’t need to hear another word outta your damn mouth.” He snapped, eyes staring into yours.

“I didn’t think you’d be that mad about it.” 

“You gotta be shittin’ me, Y/N.” He laughed. 

You almost cracked a smile, assuming his laughter meant you had mistaken his anger. 

But you were so wrong.

“You’re not into it, I know that now. Not into me, not into the way I look, I bet thats what it fuckin’ is. You just can’t do it.” He seethed, anger leaking from his tone.

“Wait, Rocky, what-?” You sat up into your bed. “Oh don’t ‘Rocky’ me. I heard you and Pete. I heard what you said. I love you, Y/N and you just go and say some shit like that? Ya just can’t do it.” He mocked you with the last line, turning back to face away from you to pool in anger.

“You were spying on us.” You mumbled. “It's hard not to spy when you’re just blurting names out willy nilly.”

“You didn’t hear the whole fucking conversation!” You snapped back, causing Rocket to shift in his seat and turn an ear to you. 

“Oh yeah? And what else did you say? How much I disgust you? How you would never sleep with me? How I’m probably just some dumb idiot who-”

“Rocket! God dammit listen to me! You shouted at him, your tone laced with frustration. 

He turned to you, placing his hands behind his head. “Fuckin’ speak your peace then.” 

Your face dropped. 

You had to do it now, with his attention.

“I..I’m..” You stumbled over your words getting caught in your throat. 

“Right.” He scoffed, getting out of his chair. “I’m getting a drink.” Rocket made his way to the door, 

Hand reaching for the handle..

Just say it.

“I’m asexual.” You whispered.

“What?” His ears perked up, body turning to you. “You’re what..?” 

“Asexual.” You swallowed the nervous lump, waiting for him to start some shit.

“That's.. It? This whole time?” “A long time, actually. I just.. Didn’t know how to tell you..how you’d react.” His gaze softened as he made his way to you, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“So it’s..not the way I look or..” “Oh god no, Rock, I think you are the most handsome guy in the galaxy. You have an attractive personality, too. I just don’t feel those feelings like you do. And I’m sorry if I can’t give you what you-”

“Shut up.” Rocket said lowly, taking you back. “What?” “You don’t have to apologize, you idiot. You could’ve just told me. I would’ve been fine with it. I mean, I am fine with it. Just.. kinda mad it took you so long. Do you not trust me or somethin’?” 

You breathed a sigh of relief, “I do trust you, I just assumed you’d be angry.”

“Well you know what they say about assuming.” He teased. “I’m just glad to know you don’t think I’m an ugly fuck or some shit.” 

You tousled the fur on his head, “Of course I don’t think that.” “Thank god, your opinion is the only person’s that matters to me.” Rocket chuckled, sliding off the bed and back into his chair. 

“Now c’mere, I need you to help me with this, and I want your beautiful dumbass next to me.” 

You rolled your eyes, pulling up your own chair beside him, both of you leaning over the desk in the low light of the desk lamp. 

“So, Y/N, when we’re done with this, can you um.. Educate me a little on the whole asexual shit? I’m tech smart, not that smart. Don’t wanna make a fool of myself.” He said softly.

Of course, he’s very into marking his territory. Biting, scratching, the whole like. Masochist, but a gentle one. He’s been through his own pain and doesn’t want to see you in too much pain…unless you ask for it..

He loooves to use his mouth. Cunnilingus, analingus, he just absolutely adores pleasuring you with his tongue. He’s not just good at using it for sarcasm.

Into the smell and taste of sweat. It’s a little weird, but he equates it with hard work. His scent power is just so strong and he finds your smell just so sweet and inviting. Absolutely loves on you after any workout or the like. You have caught him smelling your clothes and once even your underwear. (But you only caught him one time.. Who knows how often it happens?)

Bondage!! He himself hates being tied up of course after what happened, but he is very into tying you up and marking you up. He will always make sure you are comfortable, but the second you give him the go ahead its game on.

Very dominating in the bedroom. He will harass and tease the hell out of you just to watch you whimper and squirm, and definitely derives pleasure from you being under his control.

Lowkey into feet, but very lowkey. They’re just so different from his! Loves to massage your feet or just touch them. Not super into them sexually, but he gives them their time to shine.

Loves to roleplay, his favorite is pretending you don’t know each other at the bar and flirtin’ you up and trying to get you home with him. He enjoys the looks he gets from people seeing someone like him picking up someone like you. Into the whole “I’m gonna have to arrest you, sweets.” “What would I have to do to get out of it..?” type roleplay too.

Loves using things on you and in you. He loves being inside you on his own, but being in control with a remote vibrator in public? He just about loses his mind watching you try and hide your pleasure when you’re in a meeting and he’s using the damn thing on you. Has used a paddle on your ass a few times.

He isn’t super into being dominated himself, but he’s let you do it a few times just to see you happy.

Into nipple play, loves licking, touching, biting, anything to your pretty nipples and rubbing your chest. 

Whenever you say his name he gets excited, especially in the bedroom. Enjoys hearing it roll off your tongue begging for mercy. “Rocket..” “Shit, Love it when you say my name..” 

Whenever he knows you’re in the mood, he can smell it. And oh does he love to deprive you of it until you’re practically grabbing him. There’s been a few times where you’re in public/the presence of everyone else and he just knows. He does not let you live it down. “Were you thinkin’ about me earlier, doll? I could tell you wanted somethin’.” 

Gets horny at the wrong time all the time. You just turn him on soo much. He’s pulled you into the bathroom more than once for a quickie. The thought of someone catching you both gets him going. He acts cool and collected while you’re trying to stop your legs from shaking before you walk out and act like it didn’t happen. Even though half the time it's easy to tell..

Stoick and snarky to you in front of everyone else, but in your room, its all ‘good girl’ ‘my girl’ ‘princess’

Loves degrading.. “You like that?” “Take it.” “You are so easy..” “You came already? Fuck, I’m good.” “Don’t you dare come, or else I’m done.” anything like that he loves growling it into your ear.

Can go for a long time. But when he comes its like a fucking waterfall.

You get him back, though. Loves your gentle touching of the metals on his back and chest. Says he hates when you touch his tail but it’s because it just sends some type of shock and pleasure through him. Enjoys when you just love on his body since he thinks he’s not worthy. 

Rocket would fight any man, woman, or alien who looked at you in any suggestive way, if you let him. 

When the crew is out and about on a planet, he is glued to either your hip, or right behind you.

He’s behind you because he’s blocking anyone from looking at your ass, which is actually his ass. 

He will follow you around if you have to go anywhere off ship. Not just for your safety but because he wants everyone to know what is his. He’d follow you into the bathroom you let him. 

It’s kind of impossible for him to give actual hickies, but claw marks? He will mark you up in the gentlest (or, not so gentle ;) ) way possible with those little nails of his. 

Drunk Rocket is even worse, he gets scary possessive and you’ve had to apologize to many people for him nearly attacking them. He’s growled at people before. 

One time he did attack someone. You had gotten up from the bar to use the restroom and he overheard some guys talking about you, and jumped on them without hesitation. You had to run out of the bathroom, watching him get thrown out of the bar, and seeing the men almost cowering in the corner. You couldn’t help but smile. And of course you had to go after him before he blew something up outside.

He’s pretty crafty, as everyone knows, and he gifted you a necklace with an ‘R’ on it, that he made, just in case no one knew who you belonged to. There is definitely a tracker in it.

Sometimes if the Milano is docked on a shifty planet, he has a hard time falling asleep in fear someone will break in and something might happen to you. He makes sure you fall asleep safely before he does.

Again, he is always in some physical contact with you if he can be, or as close as he can get. If everyone is relaxing on the ship he might as well be sitting in your lap. 

He lowkey (or he thinks he seems lowkey) hates when you want to do things alone. Where are you going without him? Why can't he go with you? He almost interrogates you when you get back. 

Peter often asks you for help around the ship, since you understand him as another Terran and talking to someone similar is just nice, and it makes Rocket very jealous to see you two getting along. He’s sure to let you know later…in private. 

He panics whenever the Guardians get into a fight or battle and he doesn’t see you, it almost causes him to get hurt when he’s distracted looking for you.  

Rocket isn’t necessarily a light sleeper, but he somehow, even in a deep sleep, knows when you're up and walking around, and he’ll grumble “Where do you think you’re off to, doll?” even if it’s just the bathroom. He’ll sit awake until you get back. 

There’s been a few instances where he’s grabbed your face and “You’re mine, got that?” including in public. It makes you squirm. 

He’s an ass slapper. Public, private, he doesn’t care. 

You’d always known Rocket to be a hardass, of course, that's just who he was. Endless snarky and snide remarks, mostly towards Peter, that made you giggle. He definitely knew it made you laugh and would irritate the others just to hear you try and stifle a little snort here or there, and god, he loved it. 

Although, you weren’t safe from his endless teasing either, yet he was always softer with you. He didn’t think it was so obvious how head over heels he was for you or how he was always right there at your beck and call. 

“Rocky!” You shouted, fingers and mind tinkering away at your gun, adding modifications to it that you just had to have. “Yeah?” Rocket answered back from wherever he was nearby doing his own tinkering, “Can you bring me the uh-” Before you could answer, the tiny precise screwdriver you needed was already being handed to you. 

“Are you spying on me or just reading my mind?” You lightheartedly teased the raccoon, who always seemed to know just what you needed. It’s what you loved about him. “I’m just that good, doll.” Rocket’s toothy grin made you roll your eyes as you took the toll from his hand. “Thanks, smartypants.” You kissed his soft forehead, watching the hairs on his tail stand a little as they always did when he got a little giddy, as if he was blushing. He would swish his tail back and forth as if to try and not acknowledge how much he enjoyed your affection, but to everyone, including you, it was more than obvious. “Anything for you.” 

____

It was a slow day on the Milano, at least as slow as it could be, as you and the crew were traveling through space to some planet to do something, you were never sure what was going on, where you were going, that was all Peter’s job. You were along for the ride, and for Rocket, of course. 

With the ship on autopilot, everyone was hanging out in the ‘common area’ as you called it, which really was like a living room to you and Peter, the only Terrans on the ship. You sat on the large couch, eyes glancing over now and then at Rocket, who seemed deep into a game similar to Earth’s chess, with Peter. You could see his tail swinging back and forth in light irritation as the game carried on. 

Mantis sat on the other end, quietly meditating to herself, which she always seemed to do when everyone was talking and being joyful. You wondered if she fed off of the pleasant energy, or if she just enjoyed the noise. Meanwhile Gamora, with a little Groot on her shoulder, Nebula and Drax all sat together having light talk and sharpening weapons. 

You did have something to do though, and that was to fix Peter’s walkman. The headphone jack had become ‘loose or something, I don't know, just fix it for me pleeeeaase’ as Peter described, or really begged. It was clear after all the wear and tear the damn thing went through, it was a little beat up. 

“DAMN IT!” You jumped a little from your seat when you heard Rocket’s fist hit the table and a few game pieces hit the floor. “Ha! I win again, trash panda!” Peter smirked, leaning back into his chair confidently. “Screw you, you’ve got to be cheating or something.” Rocket snarled, to which Peter just laughed, “No, You’re just mad I’m better than you at something.” “You fuckin’ wish.” Rocket huffed, sliding down his seat a bit. 

“Y/N?” Peter called to you, “Yes Peter?” You sighed, shaking your head with a smile, “Is my walkman almost done?” He asked, like a child waiting for a toy to be fixed. “Almost, just be patient.” Peter groaned lightly and pouted a bit, but sat right up again when Rocket demanded a rematch. “You’re on!”

“Hey, Rock?” You spoke softly, not even glancing up from the walkman, “Can you go grab me some water please?” You sat up straight, back cracking from being slouched over. Rocket's feet hit the ground from the obviously higher than him chair, “ ‘Course.” 

Peter scoffed and grinned, “Come on man, we’re in the middle of the game!” “Shut up, I needed to get up and walk a minute anyway.” Rocket retaliated, ears flattening to his head in annoyance. 

“Jesus man, you gonna do everything for her?” Peter teased. You noticed Mantis opened one of her eyes to silently eavesdrop. 

“No, I don’t have to, I told you I wanted to get up anyway, and this is a good excuse to do it!”  “Rock-” You started, reaching out to him as he walked past you to make his way to the kitchen. 

“Man, you are pussy whipped!” 

Mantis had both eyes open now. 

Everyone else had been silently watching as well. 

Rocket’s mouth opened, ready to snap back at Peter, determined to get the last word,

“Hey Pete,” You smirked, “Rocket is the only one on this ship getting any pussy anyways, so what the hell is your point?” You tossed him his walkman, and watched his mouth slowly fall agape as he caught it. 

No one knew what to say, until Drax burst into laughter, causing everyone else to follow suit. “She really got you!” “I- wha- Hey, that's just, gross!” Peter huffed, upset that someone had stunned him. 

You glanced over at Rocket, who was staring at you almost lovingly, for the way you snapped back at Peter made him fall even harder for you. 

“Get fucked, Pete!” Rocket laughed, “Oh, wait, no one wants to!” He added, his machismo attitude almost bursting at the seams. 

You got up from your spot on the couch, bumping Rocket teasingly, “Come on, don’t be mean to the poor guy, he doesn’t need to be reminded.” Winking at Rocket, making his heart flutter a bit and that tail to get slightly prickly with love. 

“I’m gonna go get that water for you, sweets.” Rocket said, “I’ll come with you, I was sitting for a bit too.” You tousled the fur on his head. 

“You gotta go together for that, too?” Peter started, “Pete,” You glanced over your shoulder at him, “I can break that walkman just as fast as I can fix it.” 

Peter crossed his arms and huffed. 

You walked in front of Rocket, always a step ahead, and jumped when you felt your ass get slapped. You turned to scold Rocket, only to find his grinning ear to ear at a very jealous Starlord. 

“Damn you! Go to hell!” A voice yelled, making Yondu look up from his cell to see a girl be thrown into the one across from him.

“Feisty one..” The men who threw you in grumbled, and you simply spat at them.

Women were rarely made into battle slaves, they were usually ‘house’ slaves. Or, waitresses, or maids. Stuff of that nature. They were slender and almost fragile but this one.. You were different.

Your hair fell in your face, messy and ratted. You nursed your left arm, where they branded their marking into your skin.

“Fuckin’ morons..” You scowled, making Yondu chuckle. You looked up at him and frowned, “What’re you laughing at?” “Find it funny they be throwin’ a gal like you in here. Then again, you were making quite the ruckus. Must’ve made you battle for a reason.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and made him out through the cell bars. Blue skin, red fin. Centaurian.

His body was littered with scars, he must’ve been at this for a while, but he didn’t seem much older than you, if not the same age.

“Yondu. Been in and out of this cell for 19 years.”

“You must be quite the warrior to survived this long.” “Only been fightin’ since I was twelve, other years were trainin’.”

You smiled, “Y/N.  Never fought before, not like this.” Yondu chuckled, “Better learn fast.”

Yondu and You got along well.

In and out, you would say goodbye to each other as if to not see each other again. You weren’t really friends, more like cell mates, but it was a relationship.

The door swung open as usual, and all the slaves would hide their faces as to not make eye contact. “You ain’t been out yet, pretty thang.” The guard said, opening your cell and locking your hands behind your back. You weren’t in full on battle, right now it was entertainment. Shitty bets on which slave would win in a fight, and you just happened to be picked.

“See ya, Yondu.” “Catch ya later.” He said, nodding you off and watching the door close.

Yondu couldn’t help but be scared for you.

You were practically thrown onto the dirt of the ‘arena’ and forced to fight a guy almost twice your size. No weapons. Just fists.

“Haha! You want me to fight her?!” While he was laughing you furrowed your brows, got up and just ran at him.

Maybe even if you couldn’t beat him, the Kree would like your enthusiasm?

You of course struck him off guard, slamming your body into him and knocking him over.

You got one good punch, breaking his nose but he of course fought back. He had his hand at your throat and you beneath him in a moment. The man raised his fist and before it was brought upon your face, you kneed him in the crotch, causing him to lose his breath for a moment.

It allowed you to get up but he got up as well, and he swung. You tried to block him but his fist hit your mouth and you stumbled back.

You spit out your left canine tooth and looked at the blood and tooth on the ground. “You ass..”

He chuckled, watching you run at him again. Bringing his fist back, he cracked it into your face, knocking you out cold.

You lasted longer than your masters thought you would, at least.

Yondu opened his eyes when he saw you placed in your cell. Blood on your lips and a dribble on your nose, he had to smile, but he still felt bad.

“Y/N?” He said softly, you opened your eyes to look at him. “Did ya win?” “Haha. Very funny Yondu.” You smiled at him, “Lost ya tooth I see. They’ll give ya replacement. Can’t have you complaining about stupid shit like that. We may be slaves, but if we aren’t in at least alright shape we ain’t worth shit.”

They did give you a replacement, too. A gold canine.

You spend a year with Yondu, getting to know him and vice versa, you watched every moment you each left, sometimes you left together to fight together, back to back, side to side.

There was an unspoken connection.

“Thinkin’ it was my birthday recently.. Can’t recall when though..” Yondu said, laying on his back, looking at his cell ceiling. “You’re twenty now, yeah? Getting old.” “Hey now.”

It all happened very suddenly.

The ship was docked at a planet, and then suddenly everyone was yelling, gunshots rang out. The door to the cells was busted open, and in ran.. Someone. Clad in red and black leather, she shot the guards, they fell to the floor like rocks. She then proceeded to shoot the locks off as many cells as she could before a man yelled in at her. “No more time! Lets go!” The woman looked at the slaves, who were all confused as to what to do. “Just follow me!” She ordered.

Your cell, and all the ones next to you weren’t opened, the woman only hit the one side first. “Yondu..” “Y/N!” He yelled, trying to open your cell before the woman grabbed onto him and dragged him out.

The last he saw of you was your hands clinging the cell bars, knuckles white.

You watched him be pulled out the door, but not for battle, no, but you didn’t know what.

He swore he saw tears in your eyes.

“Yondu..”

You heard the ship engines explode. There was nowhere to go. You desperately searched for someway to get out.

In front of you was a dead guard, his gun in his hand. If you could reach him.. You could get out.

You put your arm through the cell, including your shoulder and reached the best you could, but you were off by just a hair.

“Damn..” You sighed. But then another engine exploded, and the ship tilted, making the gun slide at you.

You grabbed it before it could get knocked away again, and looked at the number on the side. “One shot..” You had one chance to hit this right.

You stuck your arm through the bars, pointed at the lock, and shot.

You were holding your breath, but let it out when you heard the sound of metal hit the floor.

“Bingo.”

You took the remaining lock off, swung open the cell door, and took a moment to stretch. You could hear the pleas of other slaves for you to help, but you didn’t know if you had the time or the ability.

“Sorry.” You said flatly, booking it out the door.

You knew how to get out, you had been this way a million times.

It was too easy, in a way. You could hear the gunshots and the shouting in the background. You ran as fast as you could to the only way out you knew.

Just before you went out the door, a bullet grazed your arm, but being so hot, it also cauterized the wound.

You looked back to see who shot, only to see one of the guards. “Pretty thang, where are yo-” He fell face first, blood pooling on the floor.

“You okay?” A woman asked, “Hey. I said are yo-” You turned and pushed open the door,

You ran.

It felt weird to run so free, without gunfire and shouting your way. But you ran far and as fast as you could.

You ran through a crowd, ignoring people shouting at you.

You just ran.

You slept outside for days, maybe weeks. You were now an ex-slave. You were homeless. You needed to do something.

There was a ship hold, where people could park their ships or transportation vehicle while they were off.

It wasn’t heavily guarded, because usually the owners were the only ones who could power them.

But if you learned anything from your parents, it was do what you had to.

You watched as different people came and left, figuring your best bet for a vehicle. You saw a small craft, single person. Perfect.

It flew in and searched around for room, and you followed it, weaving between ships.

Eventually it landed, and you waited for the driver to get out.

A young man, pressed clothing and neat hair stepped out.

You ran at him and tackled, just like you had in the arena.

One swift motion you knocked him out, took the keys from his hand, and you were off.

Where to?

You searched the galaxy map to find a good place to start out.

Contraxia. Nicely populated, and wouldn’t be hard to find a job.

You set off on your new life.

You figured you would stay on the icy planet for no more than a few years but you had spent twenty, at least. It became your home.

You did odd jobs here and there, you weren’t really assigned to a position. Sometimes you repaired something, volunteered, even was a bouncer at one point.

But what you really were, was a thief. You stole and pick pocketed, sold the items and made money to keep yourself well off.

You were damn good at it too.

But you were slowly getting a bit too noticed by people here and your sudden fortune. You needed to get off this place.

Tonight, the bar was low on keeps, so you decided to help and clean tables so the bartenders would have an extra hand to focus on one less thing.

Apron around your waist, you moved fast and ignored the whistles and calls.

No one on the planet knew of your past. You kept your branded arm numbers covered so no one knew you were an escaped slave.

Your gold canine was always a conversation starter, and you couldn’t remember how many different stories you had for it, but you always flashed it when you smiled, and running your tongue over it became habit.

Whispers among guests got you curious. A group of ravagers were on the planet, and they had a damn big ship was all you cared about. Hell for names.

This would be your escape.

At the back of the bar, you threw off your apron and set your tray down and ran outside, hood covering your face, and ran to what you presumed was their ship.

Well, you saw what you figured was a bunch of ravagers, so, why not give it a shot.

You hid, letting men pass you. They reeked of alcohol, stumbled up the ramp and you followed behind the last one.

They were too drunk to notice you.

You slipped on the ship with ease, and went the opposite way, trying to find a place to hide for the night.

The ship was huge, the halls weren’t well lit, so you just placed yourself under a set of stairs. It was dark enough to hide and no one would see you. It sure as hell wasn’t comfy, but it was something.

You prepared for whatever planet was brought to you next, and you slowly fell asleep to the humming of the ship.

“Hey!” You were jolted awake and stunned at the sight of a group of men clad in red and black leather staring at you, guns drawn.

How’d they- Oh.

The ring you’d stolen had caught the daylight and twinkled, bringing your spot to attention.

“Get the hell up!” One of the men snarled.

Your hood was still over your head, so they couldn’t see your facial expression.

You sighed and crawled out, hands raised. They grabbed your wrists and cuffed them behind you.

“Cap’n is gonna wanna see ya..” “Kraglin, what do ya think he’ll be doing to ‘em?”

“Hell if I care!” The man named Kraglin huffed, pushing you down the halls.

You wanted to run, but you had no where to run. You didn’t know this ship or these men. They’d probably kill you.

Fuck it, maybe you could convince them to let you stay. From the looks of them, thats how half of them got here..

You were roughly brought to a hault as one of the men pushed open a large door, revealing the control seat and a large glass window, showing the depths of space.

“Kraglin, the hell do ya want?” A man said. You kept your head down to hide your face, you hood waving in front of you as well.

You were dragged into the large room and had your knees buckle below you, making you sit on your knees.

“Stowaway. Found ‘em hiding under the staircase. Wasn’t for that pretty ring and we wouldn’t have found ‘em.”

The Captain chuckled. “Is that so? Well damn. How ya’ll let ‘em get on here? Ya’ll that drunk last night?”

Some of the men looked away in embarrassment.

The men let out a high whistle, and in front of you was an arrow.. A yaka arrow? Those were rare.

“Lemme see ya.” The man said. You didn’t move.

Aggravated, the man yanked your hood down, throwing it off.

The Captain chuckled. “Pretty thang.” You looked up at him and almost fainted.

You lost your voice. This couldn’t be- no- not-

You tried to move out of your bonds, but to no luck.

“Quit movin’!”

But it did move your left sleeve up, making the Captain glance over. The yaka arrow dropped to his feet.

“I’ll be damned..” He said lowly, “Let ‘er go.” “Cap’n-” “I said let her go, Kraglin.”

The cuffs were let off, and you rubbed your wrists.

“Lemme see ya arm.” The blue man ordered. You narrowed your eyes at him, and instead smiled at him, portraying your gold canine.

You could sense him holding back the tears. “Everyone out! ‘Cept Kraglin.”

All the men left but Kraglin, and the man just stood staring at you.

“You know, the moment I was taken away from my cell and saw you still in yours, I swore to myself to come back and save you.. But when I did, you weren’t there. I feared you had had it.”

“Oh, Yondu. Come on, you think I’d let that happen?”

Yondu grinned, grabbing you in a hug.

“You’re damn lucky you chose this ship. Anyone else and you would’ve been shot on the spot..” His thumb glided over the branded scar, he looked at it longingly.

“Uh.. Cap’n?” “Kraglin. This is Y/N. Met her.. Many years ago.. Was only 19. Stakar hadn’t rescued me yet. We were both battle slaves.” “She- She was a battle slave?”

You scoffed, teasing the man. “How rude!”

“How’d ya get out?” “Same way you did. Shot my lock off, and ran. Sure, you had someone take you aboard a nice ship, I just ran..”

Yondu sighed and smiled, “I never stopped thinkin’ about ya.”

You smiled, grabbing Yondu’s cheeks and kissing him on the forehead.

He melted into your touch and for a moment, he felt safe.

“You guys want a moment, or?” You laughed, “Sure, Kraglin. Make sure there aren’t any more stowaways.” Kraglin narrowed his eyes at you as he left, and you looked back at Yondu.

“Still as pretty as you been before.”

“You’re looking alright, for a ravager.”

“Hey now girlie, I’m as pretty as an angel!”

You laughed again, holding Yondu’s shoulders gently, “Whatever you say, Yon.”

“So is a kiss on the head all I’m gonna get after all these years?” Yondu wiggled his brows.

“Is this how you treat all your stowaways?”

“Naw, Only the pretty ones.”

With a giggle, “We’ll see.” You pushed off of him and made yourself comfortable in your new home.

You stood next to Kraglin when Yondu’s small, red fin atop his head shattered and you almost lost your breath when he fell to his knees. 

The girl responsible, Nebula, caused a ruckus and everyone was arguing what was to happen now.

Kraglin grabbed your wrist and pushed you behind him slightly, keeping you out of the line of sight of the other Ravagers, who he knew would question you on the matter.

You were close to Yondu, after all.

Hair wild and face crimson red, Taserface assigned himself the new leader, and no one questioned him.

On the ship again, Yondu thrown in the jail, the raccoon, Rocket, was kept tied to a chair, and the small tree, Groot, you guessed, was kept in a bird cage.

You watched over Kraglin’s shoulder as friend after friend was sent out into the cold vacuum of space, freezing moments after.

You had to hold your breath as it happened, careful not to let out a whisper.

You knew the other ravagers had saw you, knew they knew who you were, but they strayed away from killing you too.

You hoped there wasn’t a worse fate ahead for you.

When the boys were done torturing the poor animal that was Rocket, you had to take him to the cell with Yondu, who has still out cold on the floor.

“Aren’t you Yondu’s like, girlfriend.. Wife or whatever?” Rocket said, making you tense. There was never an assigned position for what you were to Yondu. Even you didn’t know.  

You stayed quiet as you opened the cell door and pushed him in and closed it, looking him in the eyes.

He furrowed his brows at you and tilted his head, as if trying to understand why you were doing this.

Your heavy boots slammed against the metal floor as you walked off fast to find some space for yourself.

“Y/N?” Kraglin said softly, seeing you pass by.

You tried to ignore him, but he grabbed your wrist.

“What’s gotten into you? Are you really on Yondu’s side? We have to get him out of there you know..”

You sighed and looked at Kraglin, “I know. You think I don’t want to. But I’m scared, Kraglin. They might just kill him if we let him out.”

You pulled your wrist away from him, leaving him in stunned silence.

He never knew you to be scared.

You didn’t sleep in the puppy pile of men, you just didn’t feel comfortable. Usually you slept on the captain bed with Yondu but.. It was occupied.. And not by your man.

Walking through the halls to the captain's chair of the ship, you curled up in the soft, leather worn seat, Yondu’s scent still lingering upon it.

You didn’t know what to do.

Help Yondu and Taserface and his idiots would rip you apart.

But help Yondu and you and your friends could be free.

It was life or death, and.. You wanted life.

“That ain’t it.” Kraglin’s soft voice said to the tiny tree, Groot, who looked at him scared and shocked, only to be surprised when the Ravager helped him get the fin and bring it to Yondu.

“..They killed all my friends.” Kraglin almost cried, and Yondu scowled softly at him.

“Get the third quadrant ready for release.” Kraglin nodded and hit his chest twice.

“And, Kraglin,” Yondu said, “Yes, Captain?” “Where’s Y/N?”

“I uh.. I don’t know, captain. Last time I saw her she wasn’t in a good mood.”

“She threw me in this shit hole with you.” Rocket growled.

“What?! Boy, you better be lyin’! My lady would never betray me like that! She woulda opened that cell door and took me out!” Yondu barked at Rocket. “But you’re still in here.” Rocket told him, watching his face tense.

Kraglin sighed, “I’ll try to find her.” He walked off down the hall, leaving a distressed Yondu.

“Harsh.” Rocket said.

Music woke you from your deep sleep, uncurling your body from its pretzel sleeping position.

“That’s.. Music..?” You said softly.

“He’s got it! Yondu’s got the fin!” Taserface yelled over the speaker. You jumped up from the chair, getting a bit dizzy from how fast you stood, but regaining yourself.

Shit. That means that yaka arrow was flying around this fucking ship tearing through everyone.. And if Yondu found out how you were acting, he wouldn’t have mercy.

You took your gun from its hip holster and walked out, cautious and looking out for the glowing red weapon.

You could hear the yelling of men and the gunshots, but couldn’t pinpoint where on the ship it was happening.

You took the corridor to the right, hoping for the best.

You wanted to find Yondu but you feared what he might do.

Yondu pushed open the door to the security TV room, smirking as he watched his targets run the halls looking for him and his friends.

It was all too easy. Were his men really this idiotic?

Yondu looked on the screen at a hallway light with soft yellow lights, and he whistled.

The yaka arrow sliced through walls and men, making its way to his target hall.

The men almost froze on the spot at the sight of the arrow.

You bumped into the back of one, “What the hell are you guys-” The lights shattered and the hallway became dark, and all you heard was the yelling and agonizing screams of men as they hit the floor, and saw the red streak whiz around.

You braced yourself for the strike, but the arrow stopped at the tip of your nose, making you swallow hard at the sight.

“Get your ass to Kraglin and the other ship now.” Yondu’s all too familiar angry voice shouted at you in the hall speakers.

You felt so small as you watched the arrow fly away, taking the light on your gun and guiding your way to the quadrant.

Your breath hitched as you heard the explosions and looked out the side window and saw the flames.

“Krag-” “Don’t worry.” The second in command said, not even looking your way.

“Cap’n is gonna be mad at you, Y/N. Yer damned lucky yer even here.”

“Kraglin..”

You sat in the passenger-esque seat near the back, jumping a bit when the door opened and Yondu walked in, along with Rocket and Groot on his shoulder.

Yondu didn’t even spare you a glance.

You watched in gated silence as Yondu and Kraglin got the hell out of there before you all exploded.

Kraglin always was a great pilot.

Yondu stood at the front of the ship, looking out into space. “So, why’d ya do it?”

He said suddenly. You stayed quiet, not knowing he was talking to you.

“Y/N.” “I-I.. Yondu, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t tell me why tha hell you betrayed us. Me.”

You stood from your seat and began approaching him.

“I.. was scared, Yondu. I was scared about what they would do if they found out I was helping you, found out I was on your side.”

“They didn’t do shit to Kraglin.”

“Because they thought he was on their side! He’s the one who started the whole damn ordeal!”

Kraglin stayed quiet, he knew his place.

“You ain’t a damn wuss, Y/N. I know your ass wasn’t scared.” “I was!” You screamed at him, clenching your fists.

Yondu furrowed his brows. “Why the hell wouldn’t I be?! I watched my friends get sucked out into the freezing death that is space, I watched the love of my life get shot, celled up! I have every damn right to be scared!”

Your form was shaking, and Yondu sighed. “I’ll be damned..” he said softly, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you.

“Scared of a bunch of idiotic ravagers, eh? Never would’ve thought.” Yondu teased, making you look at him in confusion.

“I knew the moment I saw you on those security cameras you didn’t know what the hell you was doin’.” Yondu tilted your face up to look at him, “You held that gun snug to your side, like ya wasn’t gonna shoot it, wasn’t gonna shoot anyone. Wasn’t even payin’ attention to the arrow noises. Damn thing went past you and you didn’t even flinch.”

You sighed and leaned your head on his chest, “Sorry.” You said point blank.

“I don’t know what yer sorry for, But yer forgiven.” Yondu said.

“Sorry for throwing me in that damn cell with your ugly ass.” Rocket huffed.