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TMNT Tots Edition 2012: Raphs lonely Days
The young boys were relaxing after a day of training. Being only 7 years of age in human years their session wasn't too heavy. Just an hour of basics and review. A couple other hours being spent on their education. Mikey was reading comics, Leo was mediating, Don was in his lab, which was currently a small closet in the lair in splinters room with a discarded play chemistry set, and Raph was sitting infront of the TV. The second eldest turtle was always the most inquisitive of the world that roamed above him. He'd hear things overhead at night. So it can'tve been just him and his brothers and sensei, there had to have been more than that... but no matter, back to watching the show!!! It was this show about a group of four kids who went to school and
"Come on guys! Let's go play!!" The main character states as he waves his comrades over. There was a kid in the background. He was peculiar...he. Looked different. Deformed. He was missing an arm. Fingers on the other hand conjoined. And hi
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Rocket x Reader: No Mans Land Chapter 6
“Hoooow would I be compensated? And why would I want compensation?”
“Well you're putting in all this work and such work should be rewarded… in units of course.”
“Units?”
“Indeed, 1.5 million to be precise my dear.” He hums. Her eyes widen.
“Really?!”
“Indeed.”
“YES PLEASE! Even if all I'll need is his blood on my hands and his screams in my ears I'm totally fine with getting paid for it…”
“You plan on killing him?”
“Yyyyeeeaaaah, eventually. Will that be troublesome?”
“Oh no not at all. Infact I wanted to kill him anyway.”
“Sooooo you want him dead?” She tilts her head inquisitively.
“He was a sample promised to me a few years ago that never got delivered. The operation was shut down so I have no way to contact the makers. So he's only just recently been found and well, we’re scientists. Not bounty hunters. We create employment for
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RocketxReader: No Man's Land Chapter 5
“Okay, Rocket you’ve got some explaining to do.” Peter says sternly as he directs Drax to put the crate on the floor nearby once you enter the ship.
“I told you. Later.” Rocket grumbles holding his ear.
“I am Groot…”
“What? What are you talking about? And don't go changing the subject you shouldn'tve just wandered off attacking some random creature!!! Do you know what coulda happened if she got her hands on you..?!!”
“I am Groot!!”
“That isn't an excuse!”
“Rocket...you're hurt…” You say sticking to his side. Your tone ever gentle and concerned. He huffs softly. His shoulders slumping a bit.
“(Y/n) I’m fine…” He mumbles half heartedly. Still holding his ear.
“No you're not, if you were you wouldn't be holding your ear like that.”
“I am groot.” Groot agrees. Rocket groans.
“She just, scratched me in a sensitive area that's all…&
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Rocketxreader: No Man's Land Chapter 4
About a week passes, you got closer to everyone. Particularly Rocket, he always was just kinda hanging around you you noticed, you weren't sure about the others, but apart from when you make it apparent you want to be alone, he was always just there. Fiddling with a gadget, fixing something, or just lounging doing nothing. The latter was rare however. You honestly had grown to truly marvel his resourcefulness and intellect when it came to mechanics. You watched him while he worked more often than not, though mechanics intrigued you you were never really good with them without a proper teacher. While you didn't think Rocket noticed spectating, what with how nimble and focused he always seemed to be as he worked, he knew. He knew you were watching him, and for some reason he enjoyed it, felt compelled to subtly show off how quickly he could do certain things when it comes to tech. For some reason, he had wanted to impress you…
Today you're called in by an alien sort of police depar
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RocketxReader: No Mans Land Chapter 3
"Well, a name would be nice. So we'd know what to call you." Rocket hums.
"Oh how silly of me..!" You yelp hitting your forehead lightly. "Where are my manners? I'm (y/n). You can also call me (nickname) if you want I truthfully don't mind."
"Well, nice to meet ya (y/n)."
"I take it you know who we are?" Gamora asks. You smile brightly and nod.
"I do Miss."
"Well, either way, what's the harm in a proper introduction? Hello (y/n), my names Rocket, this is my pal groot, that's Gamora, that's Drax, and that's Starmunch!"
"Star-lord, thank you. I also go by, Peter, Quill, Peter Quill, Yanno what I mean."
"I do captain." You nod. Peter smiles.
"You don't, have to call me captain if you don't want to... everyone around here just calls me the names I just mentioned."
"You're sure? I'd hate to seem disrespectful." You say innocently. His expression softens. It really was sweet how genuine you were.
"You wouldn't be disrespectful (nickname) it's fine. You're cool, I promise."
"Okay then, thank
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(Gtg)RocketxReader: No Man's Land Chapter 2
Stupid Drax, who does he think he is, accusing him of staring at you? PFF! Yeah right. It's not like your (f/c) suit fit you perfectly, or, the fact that your eyes seemed to just glow with life, or...or, wait, what the heck? Snap out of it Rocket what are you thinking?! You literally just met her not even five minutes ago. You don't even know her name for Christ sake.
"I am groot?" Baby groot crawls into his partners lap, looking up at him with inquisitive eyes.
"Huh? Oh, yeah buddy I'm fine. It's okay." He keeps fiddling with his thing.
"I am groot."
"Yeah, its a wonder where he found her huh? Wonder what she was doing that got his attention."
"I am groot?"
"Huh?" He stops and looks at him.
"I am groot." Baby groot repeats.
"What?! No I don't like her! What makes you say that?"
"I am groot."
"Drax doesn't know what he's talking about." He grumbles.
"I am groot?"
"Yes, even Quill. They're both stupid."
"I am groot."
"You'll understand when you're older big guy."
"I am groot." He shifts
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(Gtg) RocketxReader: No Man's Land Chapter 1
You were a new recruit to the guardians of the Galaxy. You were chosen because your new Capitan Peter Quill, better known as the infamous Starlord thought you'd make a nice addition, everyone else seemed pretty keen on it too, you'd heard stories about them and wondered if they were true, if they were as they were described to you in the rumors and stories that would circle amongst the Galaxy after yet another time of them saving it.
"Welcome, to your new home." Peter opens the gate to the ship and let's you in, you look around. Interested in everything you saw. "Mi casa eh su casa. Just uh, please don't touch anything that looks dangerous, or my mixtape, or the bag of gummy bears in the fridge. Those are mine." He explains. You smile nodding slightly.
"Aye aye cap'n."
"Woah there sweetie, don't give em a bigger head than the one he's already got." A new voice hums, you look towards the voice to find a little raccoon on the rafters, fiddling with some kind of gadget. You tilt your head
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FugitoidxChristian: It Has to be This Way
'Alright so if I calibrate this with just enough force and detonate at exactly 53.57 seconds after my ascent from the atmosphere that won't only send out the elliptical patterned blast but also a shock wave knocking them back as well, but wait...then would the plasma have to-? Oh god what am I doing? They...they'll be alone, I mean, they'll have eachother but...Christian...she, she won't have anyone besides maybe Donatello...I-I can't just...idk if... Oh come now Zayton you know full well what you're doing, if earth is to be saved, it's what has to be done...so if I just-'
Christian was mindlessly wandering the halls of the Ulixes, they'ed be at earth soon, they're almost home... When she heard quiet talking nearby. The professor occasionally talked to himself as he worked. She loved that about him, loved everything about him. He was always so bright, cheery, full of energy. Ontop of that he was extremely intelligent and caring aswell, albeit a bit awkward at times. She grew to see him
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Fugitoid(father)xReader: Humanity Chapter 3
"I'm glad he's alive, I honestly thought he was a goner..." Leo says quietly.
"Well, I mean he was able to reactivate without his body that one time when I jumpstarted it...if only a short while."
"True but still like, ugh...what do we do now...?"
"DUDES!!"
"What Mikey?"
"IM GONNA EAT THE LAST PIZZA!!!!"
"AW WHAT?!? NO WAY GET BACK HERE!" Raph booms. Running to the kitchen. Mikey shrieks and runs out with a pizza box. Eventually the others chase him.
"Uh, you know..." Zayton walks past the boys, dumping large piles of ash into the trash can. "We can make actual pizza. As I understand it that's your favorite food right? It can't be that hard to make." He says.
"Well idk..."
"I could try? I mean come on it can't be transdimensional physics can it?"
"I guess not....what was all that dust?"
"Michel's endless heaps of garbage. Well. To be more accurate it was composed of 3 month old pizza, empty pizza boxes, and earthly articles of clothing I see no use for and I doubt he did either. Don't
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MikeyxReader: From Silly To Superhero Chapter 9
You wake up that morning and stretch rolling out of bed and playfully drunkenly stumble to the kitchen.
"I need foooooood.....!!!!" You groan over-dramatically pretending to feint.
"Want pizza?" Mikey offers with a grin.
"Yeeees...I need any kind of food." You sit down on a chair nearby.
"Then pizza coming right up!" Mikey cheers. This was actually the day you looked and realized, he was hand making a pizza today... you begin to watch intrigued.
"You cook?"
"Mhm!" He hums happily.
"Where'd you learn?" You grin.
"Uhhhhm...Rachel Ray?" He answers sheepishly. You quirk an eyebrow amused.
"Really?"
"Yep! I watch food network aaaall the time."
"Well that I've certainly noticed." You nod, then just start watching him, he looked oddly attractive, being so fluid and bubbly at the same time... you blushed a bit as you watched him. Wanting to cover your eyes and look away but you just couldn't. Then you started thinking. This boy. This young boy, he's been there for you all these months, he's be
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Fugitoid(father)xReader: Humanity Chapter 2
"Now u-uh...I'll be honest I, am not too sure how this whole parenting thing is supposed to work but-" he takes Mikey's hands and stands up with him. "I'll certainly try my best that much I can promise!"
"That's all we can ask of you professor..." Don says with a small, sad smile.
"Alright then," he says, his cheer returning back to his voice. "First order of business iiiiis I suppose to get acquainted with the place right?" He asks begin to lead a self guided tour of the lair.
"Here, we'll show you around." Leo says with a slight grin. They show him the kitchen, living-room, dojo, and each of their respective rooms. Eeeexcept for Mikey's.
"What? Oh come on it can't be that bad!"
"Trust me, it's, bad."
"Oh nonsense, I can assure you Leonardo I've seen much worse in my travels in space."
"Oookay..." He says hesitantly, letting Zayton open the door. It. Looked. Awful.
"Oh dear, well, I stand corrected."
Mikey laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Told ya."
"Is that everywhere?
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Fugitoid(Father)xReader: Humanity Chapter 1
Several months have passed since earth has been saved. Unfortunately, Master Splinter's death was inevitable. Though it still crushed the boys. A few days after his funeral, they met you. Well, Raph was being an idiot and kicking things over up on the surface and accidentally knocked you out with roof debris. Thus he freaked out, took you home, Don got you back to health, and you've kinda been hanging with them ever since. You felt bad for them...seeing them obviously hurting and you not being able to do all that much to help them, at least in your eyes.  They did enjoy and appreciate your company though, so that was a plus.
Zayton's head aimlessly wandered space. Floating slowly. Leisurely. Slowly turning to and fro in the air. He sighs, bored out of his mind.
"Alright Hanikat, you've counted and recounted every star in your vicinity, made mental note of all possible galactic pathways you'd ordinarily be able to travel. Now what do you do? Oh, how about look at that ship coming t
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Teachers
Teachers
You mean well
You do
We know you do
You teach us a lot of things
Always doing your best to make sure all your students are where they should be
You provide valuable feedback at times
You're there to help us through confusion
And yet
Yet you are confined
You're a slave
You're a slave to the system you're employed under
You're confined to rules and regulations you're forced to enact upon students
When its clear neither of you like it
When of course, your conditioning to lack sympathy or ability for lenience doesn't come into play
Sure
they did the process right
But they got the answer wrong
Therefore
They are wrong
The vise versa can also easily be true
They did the process wrong
But got the answer right
But they're wrong
Sure
They did it
They finished
They did an amazing job
But because it was late
Whether it be a day or an hour
You have to deduct points
Even if you know that student and they always do well
You have to be the bad guy
You're conditioned to be both the good and e
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Slam on Public Education
It's just, it's just not fair. It's not just unfair to me it's unfair to people like AJ. She's such a sweet and amazing girl and she's probably struggling just as much as I am. Maybe even worse.
A lot of kids all around the world are just like me rn because it's been BEAT INTO THEIR GOD DAMN HEADS THE ONLY WAY THEYRE WORTH SOMETHING IS A F***ING LETTER! YOU ARE NOT A PERSON. YOU ARE A CHART OF LETTERS AND NUMBERS THAT PEOPLE CAN CAST ASIDE IF THEY DONT LIKE IT. Good at music? Good for you. Good class citizenship? Give yourself a pat on the f***ing back. You earned it bucko. What's that? Is that a D? Sorry. High society therefore dictates. You. Are. NOTHING. MUCH LESS IF YOU CANT PERFORM MANDATORY OH SO IMPORTANT TASKS LIKE FINDING THE MINUTE CHANGE IN THAT GRAPH WHICH IS NANOMETERS IN LENGTH. DONT WANNA READ THIS?! DONT LIKE THIS?! TOO F***ING BAD SUCK IT UP AND DEAL WITH IT BECAUSE IF YOU DONT YOU ARE A WASTE OF SPACE TO THIS "OH SO GREAT" NATION. You're an addict now. I hope you know
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MikeyxReader: From Silly to Superhero Chapter 7
A month goes by. The case was pretty open and shut for you. You had clear evidence and thankfully they didn't ask about the guys or anything so you were safe. Your scars also healed up rather nicely, you looked like a straight up badass with that eye. With each passing day you all grew closer to eachother. It was just a very nice time for you. You hadn't felt this feeling in a decent while so you were certain to enjoy it as much as you can. Mikey bounds up to you as you watch Crognard on the couch.
"Hey (y/n)!" Mikey says brightly, you smile and look at him.
"What's up shorty?"
"I got some friends I want ya to meet! Don't worry they're totally cool with everyone here as in Leo, Raph, Donnie, and moi of course." He gestures to himself fancily. You giggle.
"Well then if that's the case lead the way oh Sir Michelangelo." You stand up and he beams racing off and hopping on his skateboard speeding into the sewers, you following in hot pursuit. You make your way up to the rooftops and throug
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Alex Hrsich X Baby!Male adopted reader
"DAAAAA!!!!" You yell, waving your arms and looking around. This world is oh so peculiar, it's all so....new and strange....you wanna touch and eat it all! You're starting to learn that thing called talking now! Your dad laughs.
"That's right big guy! Dad! Can you say it again??"
"DaaaAa...!"
"There ya go!" He smiles and holds you close kissing the top of your head. "God I love you (y/n), don't know what was going through the parents minds when they gave you up...maybe they ran into Grunkle Stan huh?"
"Da!" You nod your head.
'Yes, yes they did have a run in with Grunkle stan daddy!' He ends up just gazing at you as you were standing on his lap, him holding you up.
"I'm so lucky to have you..." He kisses your forehead and you gently grab his face with your tiny hands. You then start clapping his face! The bland color stuff on his makes a wierd sound, and feels squishy! And the faces he's making are funny!!! You laugh. "Say buddy, can I have your help with something?" He asks looking at
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Expose An Artist *Plz Read*
Update: Phew! There's a LOT of people that have been suggested to me and it's AMAZING that you guys are going through to help others!
Sadly, this is getting to be a little overwhelming to me! QwQ
So I don't think I can post anymore in this journal, but I will feature people's comments still who are suggesting people, so please, please go through those and try shooting some of them a watch!
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Do you remember back when you joined DeviantART and had VERY few watchers? Maybe you still do?
Well, I wanted to make a journal for others to help expose artist that have little to no watchers. I want this to be a way that artist can help each other and expose friends, strangers, or even themselves!
Here are the rules~
1. Find an under appreciated artist that has UNDER 300 watchers.
You can find 1, 2, 3, as many as you want! They just have to have under 300 watchers.
2. Make sure that this artist is STILL ACTIVE. There is no point in ad
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~Undertale X Reader-7 Minutes in Heaven~UF!Sans~
A bottle of…mustard?
‘Mustard? Weird. The only person I can think of that likes condiments straight out of the bottle is Sans but he’s a ketchup kind of guy. Besides, he’s over there being a couch potato so how could he be-?‘
“Oh my, my, my~ It seems that the lovely (Y/n) is in for a treat! Now, give a big hand to our very special guest for this afternoon. And there he is!” Sparkle-bot 2000-I mean Mettaton calls, doing a quick spin around and snaps his fingers.
    Right on cue, a spotlight shined somewhere in the middle of the crowd yet you didn’t see anyone out of the ordinary. Alphys must have upgraded Mettaton’s sensors because he seemed to quickly pick up your confusion and politely gestured the monsters in front to move, which they complied fairly well…if fainting at being noticed by their robotic “senpai” counted as “well” that is. Nevertheless, it was enough to re
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~Undertale X Reader~Older!Asriel~
 
A golden flower
                Although it looked like any other of its kind, you could tell this one was special. A smile spread across your features as you gazed at the small plant gently held in both of your hands; its yellow petals shining from the light. To top it all off, it had a lovely fragrance similar to that tea you had during your hang-out with your best friend, Asriel. The thought of the precious goat boy had always brought a faint hue to your cheeks. What can ya say, Azzy was an absolute dream even with his baashful tendencies.
Said prince charming smiled as he listened to his mother read to Chara and Flowey the book she checked out at the human library and chuckled at Flowey’s bored expression, though it was obvious to him that he secretly enjoys it, then looked at you up on the stage. Truth be told, the young Dreemurr wasn’t exactly a party animal no matter what others thought
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~Undertale X Reader-7 Minutes in Heaven~Napstabot~
A CD
    At first glance, you mistook it as Mettaton’s but your suspicions were, thankfully, incorrect due to the lack of pink on the cover. Actually, you realized that it was completely white with no other color; not even a shade. Just as you were about to open to peek at the actual CD, you heard a very high-pitched squeal that you identified to be Mettaton’s. The last time you heard Mettaton squeal like an excitable twelve-year old girl with braces fan-girling over some boy band was when he discovered your crush and tried to make your confession “absolutely glamorous”. Let’s just say that you only left the safety of your room for bathroom purposes and to smuggle in your brothers Doritos for an entire week.
Of course he calmed down enough to apologize afterwards though that doesn’t stop him from teasing you about it for hours. Not to mention that it took the combined strength of Undyne AND Asgore to prevent
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The young boys were relaxing after a day of training. Being only 7 years of age in human years their session wasn't too heavy. Just an hour of basics and review. A couple other hours being spent on their education. Mikey was reading comics, Leo was mediating, Don was in his lab, which was currently a small closet in the lair in splinters room with a discarded play chemistry set, and Raph was sitting infront of the TV. The second eldest turtle was always the most inquisitive of the world that roamed above him. He'd hear things overhead at night. So it can'tve been just him and his brothers and sensei, there had to have been more than that... but no matter, back to watching the show!!! It was this show about a group of four kids who went to school and

"Come on guys! Let's go play!!" The main character states as he waves his comrades over. There was a kid in the background. He was peculiar...he. Looked different. Deformed. He was missing an arm. Fingers on the other hand conjoined. And his face clearly reconstructed. Raph started to think of himself, compared to others, he must look wierd...

"Who's that?"

"I dunno..."

"Hey, I got an idea! Let's go invite them to play with us!"

"That's a great idea!!" They go over, talk, and begin to make their way to the playground. Mikey smiles. How nice of them. Accepting him like that... maybe...maybe if they accepted that kid, people up there could... accept him... he looks to the exit of the lair. Walking over, he peeks outside. Nothing but those wierd roller coaster roads donnie told him about... he's about to step outside when he's interrupted.

"Raphael, where do you think you're going?" Splinter asks. He freezes. Gulping.

"I was...um...I was..." He hunches over a bit. Hugging himself and making himself smaller. "Gonna go to the surface again...I-I wasn't gonna do anything bad I promise!!" He says in a small voice. Splinter sighs lightly.

"My son, we have been over this. The surface world is dangerous."

"I-I know but..." He looks back to the tv. Splinter following his gaze. His ears fall as they see the now quintet of children having a good time together playing. Laughing. "I thought maybe...I could...find people to play with..." he murmurs. Splinter walks over. Gently taking his son into his arms and away from the exit.

"Things are, different for us my son...people up there, would not easily accept us..."

"B-but-" he points to the screen. "They did...!"

"Their situation is, different..."

"How? How is it different sensei..!?"

"They-it...when you're older."

"But I wanna know now...! Why can't we go up there..?! Why can't we be normal..?! Why won't people accept us like they do with people like him?!?" He shouts. Tears of frustration forming in his big green eyes. His tone of voice broke his father's heart.

"People are...closed minded my son, if we were to go up there and people were to see. Bad things would happen to us...remember the number one rule of the ninja."

"Stay in the shadows..." he mumbles rolling his eyes. Shifting away from his father and crossing his arms defensively. Blinking his tears away.

"And remember the number one rule of this household." Splinter adds. Making his son look at him. "You will always have me, and your brothers. Always no matter what. Understood?"

"Mhm..."

"Good..." Splinter says softly, kissing his son's forehead gently. Raph curls into his lap.

"HEY RAPHRAPHRAPHRAPH!" Mikey bounces over with a comic. "I WANNA SHOW YOU SOMETHING!!!" The ever positive energy and light and warmth radiating off the turtle seemed to replace the sun in the world of the sewers. Raph can't help but smile. Tears still in his eyes. Mikey tilts his head. Noticing. "You okay bro..?"

He wipes his eyes, sniffling a bit. "Y-yeah just...feeling a bit lonely...that's all."

"Well...that's okay...! Because, sensei and I'll keep you company!! Right sensei!?"

"Of course my son." Splinter bows his head slightly. Mikey smiles. Looking at Raph.

"Sooooo, how bout it?" He asks. Raph smiles abit more.

"Alright, so long as it's not something involving bugs again." He gets off his father's lap and the two follow Mikey to his room.  
Dear god, I hate
writers bloooocks, but, hopefully
I'm thoroughly out of that rut, do you guys, still like my content? Or, have I lost my touch...? 
“Hoooow would I be compensated? And why would I want compensation?”

“Well you're putting in all this work and such work should be rewarded… in units of course.”

“Units?”

“Indeed, 1.5 million to be precise my dear.” He hums. Her eyes widen.

“Really?!”

“Indeed.”

“YES PLEASE! Even if all I'll need is his blood on my hands and his screams in my ears I'm totally fine with getting paid for it…”

“You plan on killing him?”

“Yyyyeeeaaaah, eventually. Will that be troublesome?”

“Oh no not at all. Infact I wanted to kill him anyway.”

“Sooooo you want him dead?” She tilts her head inquisitively.

“He was a sample promised to me a few years ago that never got delivered. The operation was shut down so I have no way to contact the makers. So he's only just recently been found and well, we’re scientists. Not bounty hunters. We create employment for bounty hunters such as yourself.”

“Im not a bounty hunter...or at least I wasn't. But I took your offer so I guess I am now huh?”

“That is correct.”

“Can I play with them first? He did very bad things to me and I wanna do bad things to him…”

“Don't see any reason why not. May we ask who is “them”?”

“His friends. A little tree man, a green lady, a blue man with tattoos and two Terran looking individuals. One male and one female.” She explains. The man pauses.

“Sure...why bring them into this though?”

She smiles wickedly, doodling stickfigures of you in the dirt. “He cares about them...we wanna hurt him, we hurt them…” she aggressively scribbles the images away. “Because he's pretty tough otherwise. And I want to completely crush him… Every bit of happiness and hope he might have I want to be completely non-existent by the time I'm done with him….” She hisses venomously. The man, who was listening intently, nods.

“Understood…we condone this.”

“Might I ask who “we” is mister? I only see one of you.” Morganna enquires curiously. The man grins.

“Forgive me, I never properly introduced myself did I?” He gives a bow. “I'm Professor Nicholye. My associate will introduce himself in a moment.” With that his bones are heard cracking and his hair changes length. From well groomed short hair it became messy long hair. The figure lifts its form upwards to reveal insectoid like features. Blue black colored fly like eyes and mandibles so monstrous they'd make Bane jealous.

“Ewwwww can you go back to being Nicholye again?! You look weird!!” Morganna pouts.

“I know I don't have the prettiest face young lady but let me assure you that I’d be much more pleasant to work with than that primp Nicholye…For what you want to do anyway…” This voice, it was higher pitched, more shrill, rougher. But it also had a cool, calculating, yet maniacal air to it. This makes Morganna smile. She then tilts her head. Squinting her eyes confused.

“What did I want to do again?”

“You wanted to have fun with the rodent and his friends right?”

“OOH YEAH!”

“Alright then, let's start with what we know.” He hums.

“WAIT!”

“Yes?”

“I don't know your name.”

“Oh? It's….uh…”

“You don't have one do you…?”

“Well, not necessarily no…”

“You want a name…?”

“Well...perhaps…” He mumbles. It falls silent for a moment. Then Morganna nods to herself.

“I'll think of one for you. It'll take a while to make sure I get the one that fits the best. But I'll think of a name for you.” She nods sternly. He chuckles.

“Well as flattered as I am, we have more important matters to attend to. So, what do we know about them?” He asks.

There's a knock on Rocket’s door.

“Whoever it is, it's open.” Rocket calls half heartedly. Not moving from his position in bed. You gently open the door and make your way to Rocket’s side. Kneeling down beside the bed.

“Is everything okay…?”

“No (y/n), everything is not okay. You have a crazy indestructible cat lady after you and it's all my fault…”

“Rocket you can't have known she'd be there. This isn't your fault. And none of us think that…”

“If I didn't back out on that deal-”

“The past is the past rocket...you can't change the past. But you can focus on changing the future. To preferably one where you can be happy...even if it's for a minute.”

He sighs. Curling up tighter. Music could be heard down the hall.Drax was laughing as peter and baby groot were arguing over you couldn't tell what. You look back at Rocket.

“Come out with me…? Please? At least to get something to eat? It's been hours and you haven't had breakfast today.”

He sighs. “Fiiine…” He groans rolling onto your lap. “Carry me.”

“What?” You ask with a laugh.

“Too lazy to walk, ya gotta carry me since Groot’s too small.” He hums curling into your lap. He honestly looked pretty adorable. You can't help but smile. Blushing a bit.

“Okay, sure…” You pick him up, stand, and start to carry him out. You carry him into the kitchen and sit him down on his stool and start just moving to the beat in the other room. Rocket smirks.

“You dance?”

“Eh, I mean I don't exactly look like a dying fish when I dance if that's what you're asking.”

He laughs. “Well I’d certainly hope not I'd hate to encounter a situation where people think you're dying in the middle of a club or something.” He jokes, you laugh this time. He smiles. You tilt your head curiously.

“Do you dance?”

“What? Me? Pff, no not a chance.”

“Why not?” You ask curiously.

“I got two left feet and this stupid tail keeps tripping me up.”

“Ahhhh I see...understandable.” You nod. You look out the doorway and see Peter and Gamora dancing as Drax and Groot watch in the background. The sight brings a smile to your face. “It's nice to see them having a good time like this…” you say gently. Rocket follows your gaze. Watching them.

“Yeah...it is…” he says slowly, gently. A look in his eyes that told you he still felt bad for what he thinks he did. You look around. Then spot a gadget on the table, you pick it up, walking over and sitting by him.

“Can you, explain to me how this works? I've never been too good with tech but I would like to try and be with a proper teacher…” You say softly. He looks at the thing you're holding then scoffs lightly.

“Ah this is easy! Alright, you know how to route and switch right?”

“....Uhhhhhh…”

“Okay ya don't but that's okay because those are fairly simple concepts. So, basically whatcha wanna do is this.” He then goes into detail slowing things down significantly compared to how he normally did them. Explaining each thing as he did it. You watched and listened intently. He occasionally glanced at your face time to time. Smiling when he sees how focused you were, just to see how well you're listening he randomly through in the phrase- “and then you do the chicken dance.” You scrunch your face confused.

“Wait what?”

“You do the chicken dance. Didn't any technician ever tell you that?” He asks looking at you. Seeming to be completely serious. Apart from a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. You tilt your head at him confused.

“Rocket I don't think that's how that works…”

“And who's the technician here?”

“You…”

“Exactly so I know what I'm talking about. We do the chicken dance. I just won't because I don't want to.”

“Ah yes I see. Well thank you for enlightening me.” You hum with a grin. He smiles.

“No problem (nickname).”

Peter peeks into the kitchen and sees you and Rocket spending time together.

“How long do you give them?” He ask with a grin.

“At most another two weeks.” Gamers hums.

“What do we do if they don't make a move in another two weeks?”

“I don't know.” She shrugs.

“I am Groot.”

“Oh really, you think so?”

“I am Groot.”

“Well I don't see why not.” Peter shrugs. Baby groot smiles at him. “It is interesting seeing rocket head over heels when he doesn't even know it…”

“You're telling me.”

“-Aaaand viola, you've just rerouted a switch.”

“That is actually not nearly as bad as I woulda thought.” You nod to yourself. He grins.

“I knew it wouldn't be for ya, you're a smart young woman.” Rocket hums. You blush lightly and smile.

“Really..?”

“Uh….yeah…” He looks at you. His tone of voice soft.

“Thank you…” You murmur.

“Don't thank me for anything…” He replied in a tone just as quiet.  You two end up staring at eachother a moment. It grew to be several few. Rocket blushes a bit under his fur. But you remain still. Just gazing. Rocket shifts, looking away then glancing back at you to find you still staring. He then registered how distant your eyes really were… “Aw no…(y/n)? (Y/n) come on I know you're in there.” Rocket’s voice was once again distant, as if a mile away...there you were. Back in your cell. It smelled like sterilizer and yet a hint of rotting flesh. You couldn't move. Your hands twitched time and again. Your eyes darting back and forth, watching for predators. You hiss violently as your door opens and some men with tazers and hazmat suits enter. Shocking you repeatedly without question. It burned, it hurt...you just wanted it to stop...

Drax walks in, waving a hand infront of your face. “Is it happening again…?” He asks quietly to Rocket. He nods subtly, reaching a ginger and hesitant hand out wiping a tear away as it slides down your cheek.

“(Y/n), come on it's okay I promise you it's okay...whereever you are just come back, I'm right here (y/n) I'm right here, please just come back…”

“.....She's right infront of you…” Drax says confused.

“I don't think that's what Rocket means Drax…” Peter walks in.

“Please, please please please please please just stop please I don't wanna do this anymore, please…”

“You know the drill by now Ms. We can't do that.”

You start sobbing. “Please, please no more I'll do whatever you want just no more…!” You choke out. Back in reality Rocket hesitantly takes your hand.

“(Y/n), come on. Come back...please…?” He asks in a quiet voice. You blink hard a couple times, tears streaming down your face. You look at him, then his hand as it rests on yours. You gently take his hand. Trembling. Looking at him as the tears fall.

“H-how long was I in there this time…?”

“About 3 minutes..?” He ponders. You nod, more to yourself than anyone. You reluctantly withdraw your hand and hug yourself as you look away from him. “Hey…” He scoots closer and gently wipes your tears away with his tiny paw like hand. “(Y/n), I'm here for you… you know that…it's okay, you're not there anymore it's okay…”

“I-I don't wanna go back their Rocket, I really don't…I can't go through that again, I-I just can't...” You whimper.

“And you won't. I'll do absolutely everything in my power to make sure you never go back there again okay? I promise you that much (nickname).” He says sternly. His tone and expression were so sure and determined, you didn't have much of a choice but to believe what he said.

“I...okay… I trust you Rocket.” You murmur quietly. He nods.

“Good.”

“Everything okay in here?” Peter asks. You both look at him.

“Yeah; everything's okay now…” You mumble fixing your sleeve. Peter reluctantly nods.

“If you say so…” He let's the two of you alone. A few hours later Rocket had gone into seclusion in his room. You were looking out the window at the surrounding space. Beautiful swirls of color in the distance in the midst of a black sky speckled with stars and planets.

“No matter how many times I see it, it manages to stay beautiful to me…” You say with a small smile. Peter walks next to you.

“Wish I saw the world like you did, all I see nowadays is just, space and nothing more. I find it hard to see the beauty in things sometimes…”

“What do you mean Mr. Quill?” You ask confused as you look at him.

“Well, apart from you guys I don't have very many fond memories out here…”

“I see… Im sure it must've been hard for you… at least for a while.”

“It was. But, things have gotten better since then. Way better. Thanks to you guys.” He looks at you with a smile on his face. You smile back at him.

“I'm glad we could play a part in your happiness Captain.”

He chuckles. “Believe me I'm glad too… Call me Peter, it's kinda weird being addressed with an authoritative title all the time.” He jokes.  You giggle.

“Sure...Yanno...I, used to know someone named Peter…” You murmur.

“Really? What was he like?”

“Oh he was awesome. Always so much fun, had my back no matter what…”

“And, what happened to him…?” He asks quietly. You fall silent and stiff for a moment.

“I-I...he, tried to stop them but, couldn't make the trip out...wasn't, built for it.”

“Built for what?”

“Space.” You chuckle weakly. Gazing back out at the stars.

“Where are you from (y/n)?”

“I'm, actually from earth.” You say quietly.

“You're a Terran?” He asks surprised. You nod.

“Mhm...born and raised on Earth...but I've always had such a fascination with space…” You murmur blissfully.

“What brought you out here?” He asks curiously. You freeze. Remaining silent. Peter speaks after a few seconds.

“(Y/n)..?”

“I-I...uh...it...can we not talk about that please?” You ask hyperventilating subtly. Hiding your hands in your armpits and shifting nervously as your gaze shifts to the floor. Peter’s face falls.

“Sure (y/n), I'm sorry…”

“I-it's fine…”

“Ooooooh so they're really like that?” Morganna asks.

“Why yes, and as I understand it each of them have clear weaknesses to exploit.”

“Ooh you're right!! EEE THIS’LL BE SO MUCH FUN! But, sir?”

“Yes dear?”

“How do you know so much about them…?”

“Oh, well, I had a deal with the Nova Core that got me inside information...at least, till it was terminated for reasons I don't care to mention.”

“Oh, okay! What now?”

“Find where they're headed of course.”

“Ooh! Okay! Lead the way!!”

“Gladly.” He stands and gives a half bow extending his arm. “Shall we?”

“Indeed good sir!” She chirps grabbing hold of his arm and the two disappearing into the night.
Rocket x Reader: No Mans Land Chapter 6
I own nooooothing accept original villain concepts since those came from my brain.
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“Okay, Rocket you’ve got some explaining to do.” Peter says sternly as he directs Drax to put the crate on the floor nearby once you enter the ship.

“I told you. Later.” Rocket grumbles holding his ear.

“I am Groot…”

“What? What are you talking about? And don't go changing the subject you shouldn'tve just wandered off attacking some random creature!!! Do you know what coulda happened if she got her hands on you..?!!”

“I am Groot!!”

“That isn't an excuse!”

“Rocket...you're hurt…” You say sticking to his side. Your tone ever gentle and concerned. He huffs softly. His shoulders slumping a bit.

“(Y/n) I’m fine…” He mumbles half heartedly. Still holding his ear.

“No you're not, if you were you wouldn't be holding your ear like that.”

“I am groot.” Groot agrees. Rocket groans.

“She just, scratched me in a sensitive area that's all…”

“I'll be the judge of that.” You say leading him to the mini med bay. He hops onto the cot and you walk over, waiting expectantly. He slowly takes his hand away, revealing his hand to be reddened with his own blood that matted the surrounding fur. “Rocket you're bleeding…” You groan starting to clean it as gently as possible. He was clearly in pain and tense each time you touched it, but kept still and quiet, for the most part.

“Rocket, I need to know...who was she? How do you know each other?” You ask. He sighs.

“It's, a long story.”

“Well I wanna hear it, whether you wanna tell it or not.” You say sternly. He's silent for a while.

“We, had an agreement, I backed out, and she's kinda had it in for me ever since, even before then too she told me…”

“That wasn't a long story Rocket.” You inquire with a feint trace of a smirk gracing your lips. He chuckles dryly.

“Yeah well, I don't really care that much. That's all ya need to know right now. I crossed her, she crossed me, done and done.” He says simply. Shrugging his shoulders a little. You wrap a bandage around his head to keep the bleeding under control and the area sterilized. “Thanks.” He hops off. Turning to you. You smile at him.

“You're welcome…”

There's a knock on the doorway, the other guardians were standing on the other side.

“Feel like explaining now?” Peter asks.

“No not really.” Rocket says.

“How bout now?”

“Nope.”

“Now?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Okay now.”

“Not a chance.”

“Look, Rocket, we don't care if you “feel like it” or not. We have to know what just happened.” Gamora says sternly.

“It wasn't something you need to worry about.”

“You looked like you almost pissed your pants Rocket if someone can scare you that bad it's obviously something we need to worry about.” Peter says

“Wh-d-g-I WAS NOT!”

“Quill’s depiction was actually pretty accurate, you did look like you were about to urinate on yourself when she had advanced toward you.”

“Drax. Shut up.”  Rocket grumbles.

“Come on Rocket, what's so bad about her? I mean yeah she looks kinda freakish but why didn't you just shoot her and be done with it then?”

“That's what I would have done.” Drax says.

“Well it wouldn'tve worked.”

“Why not?”

“It just wouldn't okay?” He says rather snappily.

“Explain why.” Gamora says.

“I mean come on man we beat Ronan, the intergalactic terrorist that almost destroyed an entire planet and race remember? What makes her so much worse? She seems so...childish…”

“That's exactly the problem. She has that, that act and it makes people underestimate her. She seems sweet and innocent and only a little nuts but that-she is...she's insane. Completely, utterly insane…”

“Okay, what differentiates him from Ronan? He was kinda psycho too wasn't he?” Peter asks, rocket turns to him.

“The difference is, that unlike Ronan, she doesn't need an army to hide behind like Ronan did without that stone. He only took real action when he had it in his possession. Morganna doesn't need a stone, or an army...and she doesn't wait around. She gets off her ass and does it herself…She a sadistic, cruel, manipulative little bastard who always gets what she wants, how she wants it, because she is the army. She doesn't need anyone else...and if you cross her you'd better make damn sure you pray for mercy afterward to make your death as painless as possible, because that's all you can hope for…” He whispers.

“What does she want with you Rocket?”

“And why did she call you a mouse? You're clearly more clear in resemblance to-”

“It's a game, Drax. She's the bobcat, I'm the...prey… So she calls the game we’re playin cat and mouse…”

“What kind of a game is this?” Peter asks, completely confused.

“One that involves the complete mental and spiritual detriment of the prey while they desperately try and outsmart the cat and keep away so they stay alive…she doesn't just want me dead, she wants me broken...I've avoided her for years, been able to stay out of her sight, but now she's found me again…”

“Well, then we’ll just have to hide you again.” Peter nods. Rocket laughs.

“You don't get it do you? She's after you too now… You know me, and she wants everything associated with me destroyed…”

“Why Rocket? Why is she after you?”

“BECAUSE I WAS A DESPERATE BASTARD TRYING TO GET OUTTA THAT HELLHOLE I WAS IN AND RATTED HER OUT LEAVING HER THERE AS UNKNOWING BAIT WHILE I ESCAPED OKAY?!” He snaps angrily. You all look at him in shock and awe. He scoffs. “Ooooh oh yeah such a shocker that the trigger happy trash panda was devilish enough to leave an innocent girl behind to the white coats while he escaped and ended up actually having a decent life while God knows what happened to her…” He begins to exit the room. “I'm going to my room, if ya know what's good for you you're not gonna bother me.” He says warningly as he angrily slams the door behind him. You all look at eachother. Peter takes a deep exasperated breathe, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, there's something I didn't know about him.”

“Learn something new every day…” Drax says

“I am groot…?” Baby groot asks quietly. You look at him, he was clearly concerned, you pick him up and put him on your shoulder.

“We’ll...figure something out…” You reassure him gently.

Rocket angrily slams the door and flops into his bed. Curling up tightly. Stupid Morganna, stupid white coats, stupid- you guys for caring so damn much...now you're in danger, and it's all his fault…

Morganna happily rolls around in her little spot in the woods before going into a cat stretch.

“Evening ma’am. We received word you're looking for a certain stripe tailed rodent.” Someone says from the shadows. A figure appears, a man, well dressed, skin a dark purple. A grin on his face. “How would you like to be handsomely compensated for your efforts?”
RocketxReader: No Man's Land Chapter 5
I OWN NOTHIIIIIIING ACCEPT MORGANNA'S CONCEPT!
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About a week passes, you got closer to everyone. Particularly Rocket, he always was just kinda hanging around you you noticed, you weren't sure about the others, but apart from when you make it apparent you want to be alone, he was always just there. Fiddling with a gadget, fixing something, or just lounging doing nothing. The latter was rare however. You honestly had grown to truly marvel his resourcefulness and intellect when it came to mechanics. You watched him while he worked more often than not, though mechanics intrigued you you were never really good with them without a proper teacher. While you didn't think Rocket noticed spectating, what with how nimble and focused he always seemed to be as he worked, he knew. He knew you were watching him, and for some reason he enjoyed it, felt compelled to subtly show off how quickly he could do certain things when it comes to tech. For some reason, he had wanted to impress you…

Today you're called in by an alien sort of police department. They call themselves the “defense force” or whatever. The planet itself was pretty at least, always a lush and vibrant colors. Depending on the plants. The trees had vibrant orange leafs with multicolored teal and magenta bark. The grass was as if it were made of gold, the sky a beautiful silver with blue clouds. A city of crystalline structures in the distance. Peter looks out the window? Spotting a clearing about a mile out from city outskirts.

“Yanno what? Let's walk.” He says taking control and descending

“Wait what?” Rocket looks over at him confused.

“Oh come on, this place is beautiful! And it's not like we have a set time we need to be there, some fresh air and just a leisurely stroll in a pretty forest might be a nice change of pace.”

“QUILL!” Drax suddenly gasps in disgust. You all divert your attention to him.

“What?!??”

“I AM DISGUSTED WITH YOU!”

“What why?!”

“That pun you just made...it was not only tacky, but in terrible timing…” He narrows his eyes with an accusing finger pointing at Peter who just got confused, causing Rocket to snicker. After a second of thought Peter comes to realization.

“It was unintentional.”

“You still did it…”

“But I didn't mean to do it.”

“But you still did it.”

“Drax I did not intentionally make the pun I know how cringe worthy it is.”

“If a man accidentally kills someone does that stop him from being charged with manslaughter?”

“Boys enough, are we going out or not?” Gamora asks heading for the door regardless, Groot hopping from Rocket’s shoulder to hers. You following beside him. Peter and Drax catch up and then you all head off. Flora and fauna as far as the eye could see. Alien of course. But beautiful all the same. A huge butterfly like creature flies overhead. It had to have had at least a two foot wingspan. The wings themselves colorful and articulate with patterns, the body being patterned as well. You watch it fly around your group with a wide smile on your face.

“This is so beautiful…” You breathe gently, taking in the surrounding area’s beauty.

“I am groot...” Baby groot murmurs astounded as he looks around from on Gamora’s shoulder. You smile. Keeping pace with Peter. Drax behind Gamora and Groot.

“I find this place hideous.” Drax inquires, the gigantic butterfly creature landing on his head a few moments after. Causing you to laugh. “What?! -Get this thing off me!!!” He shoos it away, thankfully it flies off without harming anyone. Your gaze shifts acrosst the horizon, just taking everything in. You pulling the long sleeve of your skin tight suit to your wrist in a more comfortable manner. You always wore a long sleeve on the left arm. You were never seen without it, it had begun to puzzle the guardians, and make Rocket himself suspicious. You didn't let them know you noticed such curiosity from them, truth be told you didn't really, they always pondered when and where you didn't notice. Upon entering the city you of course got looks, the inhabitants were strange, solid colored eyes of wide variety from bright pinks to smouldering greys and blacks, very very tall and lanky humanoid like structures, reptilian in nature. Long thin tails wrapped around their waists. Scales adorned with patterns of vibrant colors. You make your way to the castle gate and it opens. The glittering luminescence of the walls simply breathtaking. You lead yourselves down a hall to a room full of militant looking individuals standing over a table. Talking with each other. One of them looks into the doorway at you, followed by the others.

“Guardians, you have arrived.” The deep voiced reptilian with red and green scales turns to them. His eyes a bright gold.

“What is it you need us to do sir?” You ask looking at him.

“Recently some of our weapons have been stolen. We need you to get them back while we continue training the recruits here at our base.”

“Sure, easy peasy you know where they went?”

“We were able to get the general direction. But no specific predestination.” Another says sliding a map over to your end of the table. Rocket hops up onto the table before scanning the map and nodding to himself. “You know what we need to be looking for?”

“Crates of weapons like these.” The seeming lead said presenting an array of weapons. Bow and arrow, knives, swords, a few bucklers. You all scan them. Getting a good feel for what they looked like. Peter looks at the map himself.

“I know where we gotta go. C’mon.” He heads out, Gamora following him. Drax looks at you before trailing behind. You turn to Rocket, in turn he hops off and walks out the door. You by his side. With that Peter flew all of you to a very dingy looking galactic pit stop. “Watch yourselves around here guys, people can get, uh….aggressive.”

“Aye aye cap'n.” Rocket says with an exasperated salute, making you giggle. Causing him to look at you and smirk. This look he had in his eyes, it was a little different… you didn't really know how, but you liked it. You subtly blush and find a way to take your eyes someplace else. So the blush didn't harden any further. You browse the place. Spreading out to look a little less suspicious. You all just went about the place, it was full of shifty eyes aliens and individuals brandishing weapons of all shapes and sizes. You and rocket were a pair, then Gamora and Peter, and then Groot and Drax. Rocket constantly checked around and over his shoulder to make sure Groot was in sight. You found it adorable. But, occasionally you'd see hI'm look off someplace else...getting nervous...whenever you'd look in the direction he did you'd get a glimpse of vibrant purple and green hair. And on rarer occasion extremely pale skin. He seemed to get more and more on edge each time…

“Are you okay..?” You ask concerned.

“Huh?” He looks at you then noticed how tense he must've seemed. “Y-yeah, yeah. Of course. Yeah I'm fine (nickname) I'm just, I just saw something that's all.” He says quickly.

“You're sure..? You look nervous. Is something wrong?” You press. He takes a breath to calm himself.

“No (y/n), nothing's wrong. Things are fine… I promise okay?” He asks. His tone gentle. The same one he used to bring you out of that flashback. You nod slightly.

“If you say so...How long have you and Groot known each other..?” You ask softly. Changing the subject.

“Oh a long time, like, at least a few years. He and I, we were a team. Some of the best bounty hunters you could ever get. We'd escape every jail, always deliver on time. And we had each other's backs...he, he means a lot to me, even as a little twig...it's, different now though, since he's younger...I can't really, mess with him like I used to, we can't really do what we used to. Don't get me wrong he's come a long way but, he's still just a kid at this point…gotta kinda, protect em yanno? Set the best example, which granted isn't very good in the first place but…”

“I see you as a great example.” You say casually. He chuckles.

“C’mon, you're kidding right?”

“No. I mean it.” You say sincerely. “You're smart, strong, skilled, crafty, have a sense of humor, and, you care about your family...that's a pretty good role model to me.”

“Well, I mean yeah but you're forgetting I'm also a binge drinking, brash professional asshole who gets way too trigger happy.”

“Everyone has their flaws…” You say gently.

“Weeell I find that disputable~” A deep and gruff voice says from behind you. You turn to see a man leaning over a counter, eyeing you with a hungry gaze. He was clearly disheveled, a couple teeth missing, covered in dirt, and hair looking like it hasn't been washed in weeks. But what was next to him caught your eye, it was a crate, a crate full of those stolen weapons. A few others surrounding it with weapons of their own. Rocket's fur bristles as he stiffens. Eyeing the man looking at you almost animalistically, seemingly unable to acknowledge the crate.

“I'm sorry?” You ask calmly.

“When lookin at you, I find that “everyone has flaws” thing disputable. Lemme just say that if being cute was a crime you'd be guilty as charged little girl…” He smirks at you. Stepping closer to you, completely ignoring Rocket’s presence. His breath smelled so bad…

“I'm not a minor, and would appreciate if you did not refer to me as such.” You reply as calmly as possible. Nudging Rocket to get his attention before subtly gesturing to the crate.

“Heyyy take it easy it's not like I mean any harm…” He grabs your wrist. Pulling it to his side. “How bout you and me go get a drink?” He asks. Though clearly with his demeanor it was more of an order than a request.

“Sorry to say but I'm not too big a fan of perverted individuals who think they can have any woman they want thanks to their “most brawn minimum brain mentality. I'm going to kindly ask you once. Release me and hand over those stolen goods.”

His face falls. Turning into one of pure malice and rage. “What makes you think you can tell me what to do..?”

“The fact that my associates and I will make you if you don't.” You say sternly. He punches you straight in the face. Making your nose bleed. Rocket immediately shoots at him. Your wrist is released and you fall over. What was odd about this man was that his side had sparked and crackled with electricity once it was shot. He wasn't a man, he was a machine, must've been a cyborg...Rocket gets knocked aside with the butt of a rifle and one gets aimed at you before you hiss violently. Your nails seemed to grow to the length of claws as you slash the attacker across the face. Kicking him over before drawing your weapon and taking down the other three. Rocket of course getting several shots in as well. Suddenly everyone was looking at the two of you. Rocket glares back at them.

“WHAT?! YOU WANT SOME TOO!?”

“You shouldn't've done that ya little rat…”

“DON’T CALL ME A RAT!” He suddenly snaps at the man. Shooting at him. He misses though. Hitting the wall behind him. Suddenly the man falls over. Peter standing behind him with Groot on Drax’s shoulder and both Gamora and Drax following Peter.

“Rocket we talked about this you can't keep being so sensitive when a jerk calls you the r word!” Peter yells as he starts to fend off incoming fattackers. Rocket growls. Fighting as well.

“How bout you try putting yourself in my shoes for once Quill? Would that kill ya just once?!”

From there things escalated. It seemed like everyone at the stop was fighting now. Not even all with you. Just, with each other and you possibly in the crossfire. Rocket, you noticed he kept getting his attention diverted… like earlier… so much so he was about to get hit before you knocked the attacker aside. Rocket shakes his head vigorously, getting his head back in the game before flying over to Peter. “Quill, we gotta go…”

“What why?”

“We have to go like now!”

“Or else what?!?”

“Or else someone really bad is gonna find us!!!” He snaps. As the last attacker falls there stands a woman. Her arms crossed acrosst her chest. Knee length black combat boots with a dark grey jumpsuit and purple accents. Many different knives could be seen on her hip. As well as a small pistol and some ammunition. Her skin was extremely pale, like pure white with a hint of grey. Her face and lips decorated with black tattoos. One eye a forest green and the other a gem purple. Eye makeup of the opposing color on each in a cat eye shape. Her hair was curled, and so long it reached the lower mid-section of her back. It had fallen in a way that hid most of the sides of her face. But there was twitching underneath her hair near the top of her head...Rocket stiffens.

“Uh, may I help you miss?” Peter asks. She walks over to him. A big smile on her face revealing sharp teeth. She brushes the back of her hand against his cheek.

“So this is the infamous Starlord…” She murmurs. “Oh what fun you'd be…” She grins with childlike glee. “I'll tell you one thing any woman would be the luckiest in the entire galaxy to land a man like you…”

“Uhhh….thanks…”

“Don't mention it!” She chirps happily, Hopping a distance away from him.

“May we ask what you're doing here?” Gamora inquires. The strange woman gives her a look.

“Oh Yanno, just, browsing the shop… a lot of it is free for the taking now soooo~” She prances around, picking up a bag and stuffing it with as many things as she can. “I'll take what I can get. OOH A LITTLE TREE MAN!” She suddenly shrieks with joy. She gasps. “And he can fight too…!!” Rocket suddenly gets frantic. Where is he? WHERE’D GROOT GO?! Scanning everyone he was quick to find that Groot was nowhere to be seen with them. Instead vines lead to a small alien creature that had been bashed into the wall by Groot since it attacked him. Just till it was knocked out though. The woman stoops down to pick Groot up but Rocket appears in front of her shoving her back with a violent growl following afterward. He held a gun in his hand bared his teeth ferociously. But he was incredibly tense. And constantly subtly adjusting his stance. He was nervous, but he was gonna protect em… he had to protect em… the woman tilts her head.

“Is he yours or something? I'm sorry if he was I had nooo idea~” She hums casually. Her tone had changed as she wore a knowing smile as she spoke.

“Like hell you do...leave...now…” Rocket growls lowly. She tilts her head more and smiles wider.

“Awww, but why?” She asks in mock innocence and disappointment. Putting on a pouty face.

“Don't play dumb with me...I know why you're here…” He whispers, voice strained as he shifts. Not even blinking or really breathing.

“Do you? Do you really? I have needs too Rocket~ you know, food, water, sleep, ammo, money…” She inches closer to him and he backs up. She giggles. “What's wrong?”

“DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME MORGANNA IF YOU'RE HERE JUST GET IT OVER WITH!” Rocket suddenly snaps.

“...I am-?”

“Not. Now.” Rocket says lowly to Groot as he had hid behind his leg. Groot fell quiet, looking at the woman. She grins. Tapping her chin in thought, her nails looked like claws of polished black lacquer.

“See, I would buuut I don't feel like playing right now. It's no fun if I'm not interested now is it? What's nice is that since I've waited...I've given myself, ummmmm,” she scans the rest of you. “1,2,3,4,5 new toys…” she smiles widely. “And I'm gonna take my time playing with them, and play with you too in between that time… see you later mousey boy…” She purrs smoothly, running a claw from the tip of his snout around his ear flicking to leave a small knick. He yelps and shuts his eyes wincing as he places pressure on it with his hand. That was always an extremely sensitive area for him. She chuckles, stands up, and walks away. It was then you could register a tiny grey stump of a tail on her rear. A hole cut in the back of her suit to make room for it. You quickly kneel beside him.

“Rocket are you okay..? Who was that? What did she want..?!” You ask alarmed trying to look at his ear. He waves you away.

“Let's...get the crate...and get the hell out of here as far away as possible, I'll explain later.” He says before pushing past you. You and Groot look at each other before you pick him up. Drax gets the weapons and you all quickly head back to the ship.
Rocketxreader: No Man's Land Chapter 4
As always I own nothing accept the concept of the original villain in this work of fan fiction. Hope you all enjoy!
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I love MLP, TT,TMNT And several different animes. I also love FNAF and MK as far as games go. My latest obsession however is TMNT and as such I'll be posting a lot of work based on it. I draw too but I think that writing is my real strong point. But, I may post a drawing here and there.
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Happy Birthday! :D Birthday cake  icon 
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Aww thanks Nella!
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No problem Fam! :3
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Aw, dang! I didn't see it was your birthday till I check my notifications! Happy birthday!
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ThePanaramicFan16 Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much! X3
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TurtleTroubadour Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Student General Artist
No problem! (I just started reading that Rocket X reader fanfic just now because I was bored and I love it. Goddam Drax is funny as hell! I still haven't finished the other half of the first movie that's how far behind I am with the rest of society! :laughing:
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TurtleTroubadour Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2017  Student General Artist
Thank you for the follow! I love your reader fanfics so much!
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ThePanaramicFan16 Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Oh why thank you!!!! Feel free to give me feedback on it I love to see how I can improve.
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Alright! And you're welcome!
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Thank you for the watch! ^v^
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