#gamora x reader

Arcade date with Gamora (🔆)

Are you jealous of a warm water bottle (🔆)

Bar time troubles (🥀 , ⛅)

Braiding Gamora's hair (🔆)

Dating Gamora and Mantis (🔆)

Gamora as a mother figure (🔆)

Gamora comforting her S/O (⛅)

Gamora fluff alphabet (🔆)

Gamora making up with her S/O (🥀, ⛅)

Gamora protecting her S/O  (🥀 ,⛅)

Gamora reacting to her S/O seriously injured during a mission (🥀 , ⛅)

Gamora realizing her S/O has amnesia (🥀 , ⛅)

Gamora teaching her S/O sword combat (🔆)

Gamora with a musician S/O (🔆)

Gamora with her S/O recovering from amnesia (🔆 , ⛅)

Gamora’s S/O trying to get her to dance (🔆)

Gamora’s S/O saying ‘I love you’ before bed (🔆)

Head over heels (🔆)

Honey (🔆)

Horror with Gamora (🔆)

Movie night with Gamora (🔆)

Nothing but Wii Sports (🔆)

she didn’t trust you at all at first

because all of the other guardians clearly had an edge to them

except groot, but his best friend was rocket (and anyway, the way rocket translated his speech, he felt like he wasn’t as kind as he truly was when given the chance)

but you? you were all kindness and sunshine aside from the people who crossed your friends

so, why were your friends the guardians?

why was she your friend?

why did you go out of your way to compliment her fighting methods, the way she handled de-fusing tense situations, how well her clothing choices brought out the vibrance in her hair?

why did you volunteer to help her when you could, to fight those who disparaged her for her adoptive father, to march into the line of fire to protect her?

were you going to turn on her?

it didn’t make any sense to her until one festival in celebration of the guardians for fighting off the destruction of a peaceful planet

there was a little girl handing out flower crowns, and you took two

you turned to her and offered gamora one

but she said, “what’s the point? they’ll wilt by tonight and probably be dead by tomorrow.”

“the point,” you replied with a grin as you put yours on - vivid pink blossoms providing a pop of color to your comparatively haggard post-battle appearance, “is that we pay attention to every little spark of goodness to remember what we fight for. even if it’s only temporary, it can inspire more warmth and beauty to follow after it.”

she considered this as she took the one you were holding out to her, with flowers that matched her crimson hair

“yours is crooked,” she eventually said, reaching forward with her free hand to fix it for you

you shot her a look of genuine gratitude and said thanks before a trio of kids ran up to you and grabbed you by the hands to drag you away

somehow, she ended up smiling while she watched them insist you join the game they were playing on the street

and she put the flower crown on

when you noticed it, you couldn’t stop grinning and invited her to join you with the kids

that night, she dreamed of your smile

it was almost funny how, as soon as she understood for good that you really were that caring on first instinct, instead of treating it as suspect, she started looking forward to it

she relaxed when you took the time to put a blanket over her shoulders when you shared night watch on colder evenings

she liked when you made her morning drink for her on the rare occasion you woke up earlier than her

and sometimes, since she more often woke up before you, she’d do the same for you

when you tried out a new set of protective armor, she complimented how well it looked on you and offered and to help you secure it

and she bought you a few small, pretty trinkets from planets when she thought you’d like them

if you noticed the change in her behavior, you didn’t comment on it

and if she saw you smiling at her a bit more fondly than before, she didn’t comment on it

she had to be the one to ask you out

not because you were shy or because you couldn’t see how she felt about you

but because you knew she hadn’t had the best childhood and wanted her to be really, really sure she wanted to be in a relationship with you

she was, indeed, very sure

anyway! she didn’t want it to be super big because you liked the little things, the sincere things

so, in the downtime between one mission and another, she pulled you aside from the others

“(y/n), i heard from some of the locals around here that there’s an amazing restaurant overlooking the city. would you want to join me for dinner—just us?”

“yeah!” you said as soon as you realized she was asking you on a date, ahhhh!!!

she struggled a bit with the small talk while waiting for your food, but you found a nice topic she could hold conversation better with

and before long the two of you were talking about everything from epic battles to shared grievances about some of your teammates’ worse habits

you both talked for so long, the restaurant staff eventually had to politely tell you both that they were closing up

neither of you had realized the late hour, and when you walked back to the benatar, gamora’s hand brushed against yours

you slipped your fingers into hers

she squeezed your hand and smiled to herself

when you were going to part ways to go to your own rooms, gamora was reluctant to let go of your hand

so she kissed you on the cheek, as sweetly as she could, because even though she wanted to do more, she figured that was the sort of gesture that you’d

you pulled her back in to kiss her on the lips

and the two of you ended up in her room, chatting and making out until you both fell asleep

needless to say, that was just the first of many lovely dates you and her went on

"Oh, daughter," he chuckled harshly in that low, rumbling timbre. "Don't tell me you actually thought you could escape me. I expect more of you."

She couldn't move - something was clamped down on her limbs and kept her firmly in place. She grunted in exertion from trying to break free, to recoil from the way he held her face in his giant hand momentarily, to find her sword and stab him with it.

At her blatant malice and desire to attack him, Thanos laughed again. It was the sort of laugh a pet owner gave when their angry kitten lashed out but was too small and tucked away safely in its carrier to prevent it from doing any real damage. He stepped back from her and moved across the chamber to a crumpled heap of a body. To her horror, he lifted you by grabbing the back collar of your flight jacket and dragged you to her. He dropped you again at her feet.

"You think you belong with her? With a team? Where's your team - your friends - now?"

She knew deep down that half of them were safe. Probably a little beaten-up, but sent away somewhere. The others were already dead. You were the last one still alive and here. He wanted to make a point with you.

He raised his double-edged sword.

"No!" she shouted. "Don't! Please, please don't---"

You weakly raised your head and looked up at her as she begged for your life. Your face was bloodier than she'd ever seen, and she'd seen you in plenty of scraps before. "It's okay, Gamora. 'Sokay. I love---"

She jolted awake, her body ramrod straight on her bed and her skin cool with sweat. Her hands flew to cover her mouth as she started hyperventilating at what she'd seen in that nightmare. She couldn't go back to sleep now. Maybe she wouldn't be able to sleep for the next week.

She got out of bed and left her room. Someone was on watch right now. She couldn't remember who, just that it wasn't her. An overwhelming part of her hoped it wasn't you. If she had to see you again, she might have felt sick. Even if your face was unmarred by wounds as it was when she last saw you before heading to bed, the image of what he did to you in that dream would stick with her for a long time.

Unfortunately, luck was very clearly not with her that night. You were sitting in the cockpit. She always moved quietly enough that if she left, you wouldn't be any the wiser. But when she saw you from the back, she found herself walking forward. Maybe it was because as much as she dreaded what was in her nightmare, she wanted to make sure you were actually okay.

She put her hand on your shoulder, and you turned around in surprise. Surprise became your normal smile when you saw her, which then changed to worry. "Hey. What's wrong?"

"Bad dream," she said, trying to forget any of the details of what she'd seen. She sat in the seat next to yours and stared up at the stars.

You didn't ask for any details of what was in her dream. It was clear to you that she didn't want to talk about it. So you looked up at the stars with her in silence. Eventually, you asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

The light of the stars reflected in her dark brown eyes. She wrapped her arms around herself. "I don't know."

"Can I try?"

She nodded.

You got up and headed back into the ship, disappearing for a couple minutes. When you came back, your arms were full of pillows and thick blankets. She recognized the blankets from that time the elders of a planet the Guardians saved paid for your troubles in part by giving you some of their softest and most comfortable blankets. None of the Guardians had ever really used them since few of you were really used to comfort, but you had insisted on storing them somewhere. You laid out some of the blankets on the cockpit floor. There was plenty of space between the seats for the two of you to sit on the floor and still keep watch. You gestured for her to get up, and she did so.

"Lay down," you said, setting a couple pillows on the blanketed floor in front of you.

She was reluctant, but she did that, too. Once that was done, you tucked her in with the last blanket, and it felt smooth and cool against her skin. Satisfied, you sat perpendicular to her, your legs out in front of you and to her left. You used one hand to brace you sitting up, and with the other, you gently combed her hair back from her face with your fingers. It felt nice. She still didn't want to fall asleep again, but she could relax a little more easily.

"Do you want to know what was in my dream?"

"Only if you want to tell me."

She smiled slightly at that, appreciative of how you respected her. Her smile faded, though, as she went over the broad strokes of what happened. "My father found us, and he killed you. And he got me. For good."

You were silent when she said that, but you still kept your fingers running through her hair. She lifted her chin to look up at you behind her and saw you worrying your bottom lip. Reaching up, she tapped a finger on your bottom lip the way she always did when she caught you doing that. Your eyes focused on her again.

"Maybe we should go back to Xandar and get the Power Stone back," you said, surprising her.

"Why?"

"So we can get the others before he does. Then we can kill him. Make it so he'll never hurt you again." Your voice was hard, but your gaze was tender as you looked down at her.

The intensity of the way you looked at her made her swallow thickly. She knew you loved her, but sometimes when she felt that love, felt a healthy and nurturing kind of love she hadn't known since her mother died, it made her nervous. So, she put on a wry smile and joked, "Yeah, but then Drax and Nebula would fight over who gets to deliver the killing blow."

Sensing her hesitation, you smiled back. "Yeah, it's not the best plan."

Neither of you said anything again for the rest of the night. She still didn't quite fall asleep, but she did close her eyes and drift off a bit, lulled by your gentle care for her. In the realm between sleep and wakefulness, she almost believed that you and the other Guardians really could manage to defeat him once and for all.

If only it wasn't just an almost. Wouldn't that be perfect?