[ The Guardians are a noisy bunch. When Peter isn't the one yelling for whatever reason, he tunes out the screams, fights, and questionable noises until something actually explodes or breaks. Never a boring day with his crew.
He winces in sympathy at Thor's words, already figuring the pills were a long shot. Being a god isn't all advantages, it seems. The soup looks done so he grabs a bowl and a spoon for Thor from the closest cabinet. After stirring the pot some more he pours the contents on the bolw and leaves it on the table within Thor's reach. Peter has already eaten so he grabs a Yaro root to munch on it as dessert. ]
I wasn't joking when I said we should stop for supplies. The nearest habitable planet it's only two solar cycles away, which is good because we ran out of sweets and Groot wanted some, he's been insufferable since then. I don't know where he got that candy craving.
[ Peter, he got it from Peter, because the man is just as bad when it comes to having a sweet tooth. Tree-teenager- babysitting woes aside, music is the man's way of coping so there have been even more songs than usual playing on a daily basis. So far he only had to argue with Drax and Rocket twice and in the end, Peter agreed to no replay the same some more than 2 times a day. There's quite a variety of them in the Zune, so it's not a terrible deal. ]
Hm...? [ He looks up at the question, listening to the song and quickly smiling. ] Take on me, from the band A-ha. One of the greatest songs ever made. Spider-boy told me that people still listens to it to this day on Earth. Good classics never die. [ Peter takes a bite of the fruit, leaning against the counter and looking pensive for a second. ] Do Asgardians sing? Or dance, for what matter?
[It takes him a moment before he reaches out and slowly drags the bowl towards himself, trying not to make a face at the smell. It's good, really it is, his stomach just isn't so sure it likes it yet. But Thor is stubborn, and too hungover to push it away again, so he makes an effort to grab the spoon and scoop up a mouthful.]
Yes, fine. I wouldn't mind a stop someplace with an actual atmosphere. I miss rain, you know? Always so... rainy.
[The soup is nice and hot and salty, warming his throat as he gingerly sips at the broth. His body doesn't immediately move to reject it, either. A win all around.
At least, until Peter asks that question. Thor's movements slow, absently stirring the soup rather than eating it. When he speaks, his voice is a little quieter than usual.]
[ Peter doesn't seem to be in any hurry so he's fine too with Thor doing things at his own pace. He had been hungover a lot when he was young and lived with the Ravagers, and knows all too well how unpleasant it is. It would be better if Thor stopped drinking so much but that's a personal can of worms he's not suited to handle. ]
Right, god of Thunder...makes sense. There's ton of planets out there that will welcome some extra water, I'll check the maps later. You can make it rain any time you want? Just like that?
[ It's kind of really cool, to be honest, but Peter has a hard time praising Thor out loud, he would never hear the end of it if the others knew about it. Childlike curiosity still shows in his face, though, until Thor's behaviour changes. Well, shit. Sometimes Peter forgets that he's been dead five years and a lot of things hand changed during that time.
'Take on me' ends and the song 'Streets of Philadelphia' from Bruce Springsteen starts playing through the speakers. He should let it go, change the subject and let Thor be, but he has the feeling that ignoring the problem is what everyone else has been doing for the past five years. ]
There might be more of them still out there. No reason why we can't try to find them too. What's done it's done, we need to move on.
That's a lot of confidence, which I can appreciate, but are you sure you could back up your words?
[ Technically speaking, he's half Celestial still. Only de-powered after murdering his asshole father. Loki knows how complicated family matters can be. ]
I have a question, do they call you silvertongue only because of your wit or the nickname implies other outstanding abilities I should know about?
Knowing that, I'm going to have a hard time not thinking about your Master as Voldemort from now on.
[ Max can blame Peter Parker for that, he's the one who told Quill about Harry Potter. As for the books, the Guardians don't have all that much time to read and all of then prefer listening to music because Peter got that habit ingrained on them, but he's listen to audiobooks too if he had thought of adding them to his playlist. Reading is now far away from his mind and he takes the offered drink with an appreciative look. It already smells and looks like heaven. ]
And here I was thinking you'll ask if I am a leather or lace guy. [ Peter replies casually with a smile, taking a sip of his drink. He lets out a soft hum of pleasure. Yep, the drink is as good as it looked. As for the first question... ] I like whatever makes my partner happier, it's all the same to me too as long as everyone is enjoying themselves.
[ He tends to switch, Peter's always been adaptable. Growing up as he did means he's bedded mostly aliens and they don't have the same ideas, limitations and judgmental opinions than some humans do. Peter has the feeling that, given how Max has to do what his Master wants, he might enjoy being the one calling the shots. He reaches out with his free hand, fingers curling around the man's tie to pull him closer.]
I'll have to tell him that. He'll think it's funny. Well, I might have to explain the relevance to him first...
[Vampires are not historically the best at keeping up with pop culture.]
Oh, that's the second question. [Max winks.] And I already took you for the leather type, but I could always be wrong...
[Ooh, a lusty grin tugs at the corner of his lips. He can already feel a pleasant tingle low in his belly as he's pulled close by the tie. He's always loved that.]
I spend a lot of time taking orders. [His voice dips low and sensual.] I wouldn't mind being the one on top for once.
Better funny than offended, having a sense of humor helps handle that sort of men.
[ Peter knows it too well. Yondu was difficult because it was always hard to tell if something was going to anger him or if he would find some sort of dark humor in the situation. Unfortunately, it was almost always the former. ]
Got it in one. [ He likes lace just fine, it's kind of cute, but if Peter has to choose he will always pick up leather. He also likes how they can discuss these sort of things casually and leans in so close that their nose almost brush. ] I look damn good in it too, and even better without anything.
[ Peter's voice lowers an octave in response to Max's own. The corner of his lips tugs up into a smirk at the hungry look on the other man's eyes. Yes, good. ]
Then it's settled.
[ At first, Peter only brushes their lips together. Enough to send a tingle of pleasure rushing through them, to build up the anticipation, but nto enough to scratch the itch. He needs to be careful with the the drink he's holding, he doesn't want to spill a drop on Max's expensive touch, but his other hand tugs at the tie a little more firmly, finally bringing their lips together. There's more than Peter wants to do -to move faster, to kiss the man so hard his head goes spinning - but for now he's content with biting Max's bottom lip lightly, letting the other man be in charge as promised. ]
Peter can't believe someone finally laughed instead of yelling at him. Marvelous. He might even like you after this, Thor.
Yes, like tha...
[ Wait.
Oh there you go, ruining it. ]
It's Quill! I'm not a bird. Just go with Peter if that's easier.
[ You just enjoy annoying him, admit it. ]
I think we've all have been parents for a while now. You should have seen Rocket when Groot was still stuck in a pot, he carried the little bean with him everywhere.
[ Reckless levels so high they scare off death, perhaps? I mean, not in Peter's case because he did die once....but he got better. ]
Shall I reminds you that it's the same show that recommended us Endor and that the local teddy bears tried to eat us? Maybe the show needs a bit of updating or to add warnings about the crazy native species.
Groot liked it because I'm pretty sure he saw another tree walking.
[ she also died once it's fine they're doing great ]
But they were very cute cannibalistic teddy bears and I have already forgiven them for their folly. Also it's not really a space vacation unless you find yourself running for your life at least once.
You're welcome. That's what this dynamic is built on. Spreading the mental trauma.
Ah, nice then. It always helps to have a safe heaven. Here, as promised.
[ Peter handles him the bottle of whiskey he had acquired, with a label with a bunch of symbols that look alien. It's still alcohol that won't kill a human, so he considers it good enough for their standards.
While he eyes the circle of the floor with interest, he steers clear of it, knowing better. Strange 's magic he trusts but the doc doesn't summon demons as far as Peter knows, so he's a bit warier of Constantine's powers. He turns his attention to John, leaning against the couch, and gives what he hopes is a reassuring smile. ]
This isn't the weirdest thing I've ever seen, which speaks volumes of how strange my life is on the regular. So, how do we fix it?
[John is admittedly a bit worried about the label, if nothing else because he thinks he can read several different languages or at least attribute the unfamiliar ones to a place and time. To think about the rest of the universe and everything that goes on out there is a bit much for him to comprehend.
And certainly not when he's got his dick stuck in a taco shell. He approaches Peter and hovers close by as he undoes the knot and takes his towel off. It probably wouldn't be such a problem if he could get soft again but he's hard and the constant chafing isn't helping things.]
How good are you with your mouth, anyway? You talk so much shite I figured you'd be half-decent.
It starts off as discomfort. Gamora doesn't even register it at first- Peter does. A man so completely devoted to never harming her takes stock of how her eyes flutter shut for a fraction of a second in pain not pleasure when he touches her chest. She writes it off as him being sensitive which should have been her first clue. She always takes Peter seriously when it comes to the ones he loves. She's never written off his feelings before. A part of Gamora knew something was up. It was easier to push Peter away from the truth. It's a bad habit she has yet to break at this point.
It's the throwing up that makes the whole lie hard to keep up. Her healing implant prevents Gamora from getting sick or has up until now. They go to the Nova Corps for lack of better option. They have the most advanced medicine in the galaxy.... that wouldn't try turning Gamora into a science project at any rate. She is the last of her kind, after all.
Her skin crawls the whole time they run their tests, but she insists on being alone. She knows they'd be there. Rocket of all creatures understands how hard it is to submit yourself willing to tests. Her pride won't allow them to see her squirm through the whole thing. Groot is already worked up enough as it is by his mother's distress. Better for Rocket to talk him down.
Eventually, the tests come in. The end result shocks her to her core. They tell her it shouldn't be possible. Her implants should have prevented it. There's a child growing in there. It's still small and early in development, but very viable. It's when they start hypothesizing about how the father's parentage might be a factor in making this possible, that they ought to be looking into Peter, that she spooks. She remembers the piles of bones left by Ego and shudders.
She has her clothes back on in under a minute and bolts in spite of the doctor's protests. "We're leaving!" Gamora announces as she leaves them in the dust without any explanation. Good luck with that landmine, Peter.
Infinity war? I don't know her...and aaaaah this is perfect
It was nothing at first, just little telltale sign that shouldn't happen at all because Gamora's body used to be unaffected by sickness. Peter told himself that maybe they were working too much and that she was tired, even though the mere idea of Gamora not being able to keep up was ridiculous. She was 10 times - and then some more- stronger than he is.
And then symptoms kept piling up, mood swings and fatigue were unusual enough that the situation made Peter on edge, although he tried to keep it to himself as to not worry her more. It didn't really help that Gamora was very adamant about ignoring whatever might be happening and refusing to talk about it no matter what. By the time nausea started and she had trouble keeping food down, he was already fearing the worse.
His mom's sickness started with little things as well. Dizziness, headaches, and personality changes that gradually became more frequent and more severe. The situation became impossible to ignore then and it's impossible to ignore now.
Even though he wanted to stay by Gamora's side during the proving, he respected her privacy enough to wait outside with the other, looking oddly pale and so uncharacteristically quiet that even Rocket gave him a concerned look.
Peter almost trips on his long coat as he stands immediately after Gamora shows up, shouting and already heading to the door. He spares a confused and alarmed look toward the doctors who had tried without any luck to stop her and then runs after the green woman.
"Gamora, wait!" Behind him, he hears Rocket threatening asking the doctor what the frack is going on before he 's too far away to hear the answer. He would rather have her tell him, if it's as bad as he imagines. "We can go somewhere else, talk to better doctors or...or something! Please, we're here for you, don't go..."
The date sneaks up on Peter like a thief in an alley, catching him off guard while he's running a scan on the ship's systems to make sure everything is in working order. Twelve months since they defeated Thanos, a whole year traveling the Galaxy and helping to undo the mess left behind by the mad Titan. Twelve months since the asshole's death, and nine months already since they saw Gamora for the last time. Tracking her after she left Earth using one of Doctor Stranger's portal hadn't been easy but also not impossible. The problem was that she didn't know the Guardians, didn't trust them, and she needed time to assimilate everything that had happened. She also made it crystal clear that transpired between her and Peter was no more. She wasn't his Gamora. No, she was dead, like his mother, like Yondu, and that was something he would have to get used to.
Nebula had chosen to stay with Gamora to no one's surprise but she contacted them from time to time and even sometimes asked (demanded) that Peter send her some of his music. Maybe one day they would be back with the Guardians but Peter wasn't sure if that would hurt more or less. He would always love the Gamora who first tried to kill him back in Xandar, who dared all the Guardian to be better, and who made him want to be a decent man. First love is like that and, like his Mother's memories, he will carry that with him forever. But life goes on, too fast at times, and Peter can't say that he's not busy or distracted enough.
If there isn't trouble somewhere in the Galaxy, it's happening right at his door. Or rather, in the spaceship's main room. Living with the God of thunder had proved to be challenging and, on many occasions, Peter had considered just throwing him out of the airlock. Thor could survive in the vacuum of space, so it wasn't such a big deal anyway. Proximity and closeness are not the same but after such a long time together, he's accepted that Thor is part of the team and there was no changing that.
The first weeks had been the hardest ones. Peter could admit that maybe, perhaps, if coaxed enough, a tiny bit of the ongoing tension between them might have been caused by his insecurities flaring every time the God was present. The stress caused by the Gamora situation hadn't helped his nerves at all but once it was obvious that the woman he knew was gone, Peter lost his will to argue about anything for weeks. He focused on their missions, on listening to his music for hours, on fixing their ship, fixing whatever he could to keep his mind off things. And that, stupidly enough, also included Thor. Or rather, Thor's hair.
After days of ignoring the other man but getting restless every time he spotted the god, Peter finally figured out what was ticking him off. When they first met, Thor's hair was shorter and badly cut in some parts, but he considered it an improvement from the way he kept it. Not like the long hair was a bad look on him, it did frame Thor's features rather nicely sometimes - Peter tried not to dwell on that thought once he caught himself having it- but it was styled all wrong and the beard was too long and bushy.
Which prompted Peter to chase down Thor with a bunch of hair products in his hands, a pair of scissors, and some sturdy combs to try and fix the rat-net mess in his head."It makes you look like a hobo. As the Guardians, we have a reputation to maintain! We can't walk around looking like there's a Kowakian monkey-lizard strapped to your chin."
That went...so so.
But something between them had changed after that day, and now when they traded bards they were less vicious, almost doing it like a force of habit. Almost playful. Unlike the rest of the team, Thor gets sarcasm and it's kinda fun when he is sarcastic back.
Peter's low self-esteem still causes them troubles, the reason why he's now running a scanner on the cockpit of the ship as opposed to being hanging out in the kitchen is with the others it's because he doesn't want to deal with Drax and Mantis fawning over Thor now that he's back in shape. Yeah sure, the man's body is back to looking like a Greek statue, big fucking deal. Thor's still terrible at playing sabacc, and he's not as great of a pilot as he thinks he is, and his smile is not THAT charming. Just...a normal amount of charming, Peter thinks to himself as the scanner works and he checks how long it will take the Benatar to reach the planet Zeltros for their next assignment. He's never been to that one before, and they need to be ready.
Things had definitely shifted between them that day, and, as far as Thor was concerned, they'd changed for the better, their traded insults weren't as sharp any longer, and many of them could even be considered a little gentle, as far as insults went.
It was a little like what had happened with himself and Fandral back at the beginning. The two of them had decided that the other was a rival even before they'd spoken for the first time, and that had gone on for ages before they became grudging friends, and then actual friends, and then for a long while something more than that.
He wasn't yet sure if 'something more' was on the table for himself and Peter, or if it was even something Peter would be interested in. Or, for that matter, what form it would even take, there were definitely levels to that kind of thing. But it wasn't as if he were difficult to look at, despite Drax's claims to just how hideous the entire crew was (with the exception of Thor, for various reasons, all of which amused the Asgardian though he knew better than to laugh) and more than that Peter had proved himself to be both capable and clever, both of which were things that Thor appreciated.
He made his way to the cockpit from the galley, staying out of the way even as he said: "We drew lots, I'll be the one going planetside with you when we arrive."
[ Sif would rarely admit to it, but it was nice to be around comrades again. It gave her a sense of nostalgia really. Especially when she, Peter and Rey ended up in a bar room brawl. That had been a fun battle, albeit a quick one. Though it had been dirty enough to leave the trio with clothes covered in various spirits, and nursing a few minor injuries but nothing that needed major attention.
Certainly nothing a good bath couldn't handle and well Sif had taken note that the planet they were visiting offered several different styles of bathhouses. There was even one that was reminiscent of the ones that were on Asgard back in the day.
Thus the trio now found themselves in a fairly large sized room in the bathhouse, the steam and fresh floral notes filling the air as they undressed themselves.]
This place certainly has everything.
[ She noted as she pulled her tunic over her head, tossing it on top of her discarded armor. While glancing over to the various soaps and scented oils that were placed there for their enjoyment. ]
[Rey was trying to figure out just how she managed to get herself caught up in a bar fight that ended up being a tag team fight with Sif and Peter in tow. It had something to do with one party talking too loudly, or leering at her (or was it at Sif), and Rey's patience was already on edge. The wrong word was said, or someone smiled at her in a sleazy manner, and all hell broke loose.
Now her clothes were bloody, cut up, and her body was sore from blocking blows. There were a few superficial cuts, but at least there were no broken bones or blaster burns. Really, they were walking away practically unscathed.
Sif had something about finding a place to clean up, and Rey was in agreement with the woman and fell warrior. They took off for the planet. Soon enough they were in a bath house that had many scents than Rey could've imagined. ]
It certainly does...This for all of us to share--!!
[Rey asked, looking around only to turn to see Sif already stripping and forced herself to turn and look away to give the other warrior some privacy.
Okay? So...maybe they were sharing the bath together? Well, the area was pretty big and there was plenty of steam to...hide them?
It wasn't that Rey was ashamed of her body, but she was used to doing things on her own and not having company around her. But...she was tired, and maybe, it wouldn't be bad? Sif could have one area, she could have another..
And Peter could be in a corner somewhere, not looking at them.]
Should I get towels or...are those provided for us? [Stars, help her.]
Aww, I rather like Drax, even when he is being a bit overenthusiastic. [ She's not easily embarrassed or offended. She finds it flattering that he likes Asgardian warriors so much. ] He'll grow on you, Thor and I use to butt heads quite a lot in our youth. He just takes a bit of getting used too. [ She has a feeling that once he and Thor find common ground they will be friends for life. ] It is certainly an open offer, I know how he can be.
Ah then I shall be sure that I give you both a reminder and a demonstration, the next time we see each other. [ She'll be sure to rock his universe the next time she sees him. ]
He's a bit particular but a good friend to have. [ It's a very good thing that she can handle Drax with so much grace. Peter loves the guy but he can be a lot. ]Hm, I'll have to trust your word for it. Rocket and he seems to get along just fine.
I look forward to it. What are you up to, these days? Looking for other Asgardians around the galaxy or...?
[ It's been a long five years and an even longer week by the time he finds himself being dug out of the rubble of what used to be the Avengers Compound. Next thing he knows, he's being unleashed on Thanos and his followers and everyone that disappeared five years ago are coming through magical portals.
He doesn't have time to allow himself to feel anything except for joy at the fact that it actually worked and rage at the enemy for trying to take them all down again. In the chaos of the fight he finds Groot and he does everything he can to keep him safe, even when Thanos's ship starts firing on all of them.
By the time it's all over, Stark is dead, Thanos is dust and he narrowly avoids getting swallowed whole by a chitauri whale thing. He falls back on his haunches exhausted and spent and just looks blankly around the destruction around him. At least until he sees a familiar figure in the distance.
He gets up and scrambles towards him. ] Hey, Quill!
[ To say that Peter had a terrible day would be an understatement. After coming back to life and learning that it's been five years since their first fight with Thanos, he quickly figured that everyone else wasn't exactly having a party. The reality of it all hadn't really sunk, it was too much, too big, for his poor brain to process.
The final battle and his last meeting with Gamora (was it really her? he's not sure anymore) left him in pain in more than the physical way. Thanos is gone and Stark is dead, and the last fact is another thing to add to Peter's ever-growing pile of regrets. It's over, he should be happy. Relieved, at least.
He can't, he just feels...numb, detached.
A voice brings him back to his senses, a familiar one, and Peter has never been so happy to see Rocket before. He looks like he's been through the mill, but he's alive and recognizes him, and it takes only Peter a second to react. He runs towards his friend to meet him half way and nearly drops to his knees the moment he reaches the raccoon. ]
Rocket! Are you okay? I don't...They said it's been five years!? [ There's touch of hysteria in Peter's voice and a plea in his eyes, silently waiting for Rocket to call him an idiot, to tell him he's got everything wrong again. That such thing didn't really happen. ]
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@pirateangelbaby
Yep, that was it.
[ The Guardians are a noisy bunch. When Peter isn't the one yelling for whatever reason, he tunes out the screams, fights, and questionable noises until something actually explodes or breaks. Never a boring day with his crew.
He winces in sympathy at Thor's words, already figuring the pills were a long shot. Being a god isn't all advantages, it seems. The soup looks done so he grabs a bowl and a spoon for Thor from the closest cabinet. After stirring the pot some more he pours the contents on the bolw and leaves it on the table within Thor's reach. Peter has already eaten so he grabs a Yaro root to munch on it as dessert. ]
I wasn't joking when I said we should stop for supplies. The nearest habitable planet it's only two solar cycles away, which is good because we ran out of sweets and Groot wanted some, he's been insufferable since then. I don't know where he got that candy craving.
[ Peter, he got it from Peter, because the man is just as bad when it comes to having a sweet tooth. Tree-teenager- babysitting woes aside, music is the man's way of coping so there have been even more songs than usual playing on a daily basis. So far he only had to argue with Drax and Rocket twice and in the end, Peter agreed to no replay the same some more than 2 times a day. There's quite a variety of them in the Zune, so it's not a terrible deal. ]
Hm...? [ He looks up at the question, listening to the song and quickly smiling. ] Take on me, from the band A-ha. One of the greatest songs ever made. Spider-boy told me that people still listens to it to this day on Earth. Good classics never die. [ Peter takes a bite of the fruit, leaning against the counter and looking pensive for a second. ] Do Asgardians sing? Or dance, for what matter?
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Yes, fine. I wouldn't mind a stop someplace with an actual atmosphere. I miss rain, you know? Always so... rainy.
[The soup is nice and hot and salty, warming his throat as he gingerly sips at the broth. His body doesn't immediately move to reject it, either. A win all around.
At least, until Peter asks that question. Thor's movements slow, absently stirring the soup rather than eating it. When he speaks, his voice is a little quieter than usual.]
Used to. Maybe they still do.
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Right, god of Thunder...makes sense. There's ton of planets out there that will welcome some extra water, I'll check the maps later. You can make it rain any time you want? Just like that?
[ It's kind of really cool, to be honest, but Peter has a hard time praising Thor out loud, he would never hear the end of it if the others knew about it. Childlike curiosity still shows in his face, though, until Thor's behaviour changes. Well, shit. Sometimes Peter forgets that he's been dead five years and a lot of things hand changed during that time.
'Take on me' ends and the song 'Streets of Philadelphia' from Bruce Springsteen starts playing through the speakers. He should let it go, change the subject and let Thor be, but he has the feeling that ignoring the problem is what everyone else has been doing for the past five years. ]
There might be more of them still out there. No reason why we can't try to find them too. What's done it's done, we need to move on.
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@shiftedshape
My entire crew needs to reconsider their priorities. And also they lack of shame. [ Says one of the most shameless men on the whole galaxy.
Peter isn't saying no, per se, but...it's Thor. He would never end the end of it. ]
Hah. I see. You're willing to entertain offers or are you offering yourself?
<3
[Not at all true, but Peter doesn't need to know that the only thing that makes him even slightly unattractive is his humanity.]
♥!
[ Technically speaking, he's half Celestial still. Only de-powered after murdering his asshole father. Loki knows how complicated family matters can be. ]
I have a question, do they call you silvertongue only because of your wit or the nickname implies other outstanding abilities I should know about?
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@maxfirepower
Knowing that, I'm going to have a hard time not thinking about your Master as Voldemort from now on.
[ Max can blame Peter Parker for that, he's the one who told Quill about Harry Potter. As for the books, the Guardians don't have all that much time to read and all of then prefer listening to music because Peter got that habit ingrained on them, but he's listen to audiobooks too if he had thought of adding them to his playlist. Reading is now far away from his mind and he takes the offered drink with an appreciative look. It already smells and looks like heaven. ]
And here I was thinking you'll ask if I am a leather or lace guy. [ Peter replies casually with a smile, taking a sip of his drink. He lets out a soft hum of pleasure. Yep, the drink is as good as it looked. As for the first question... ] I like whatever makes my partner happier, it's all the same to me too as long as everyone is enjoying themselves.
[ He tends to switch, Peter's always been adaptable. Growing up as he did means he's bedded mostly aliens and they don't have the same ideas, limitations and judgmental opinions than some humans do. Peter has the feeling that, given how Max has to do what his Master wants, he might enjoy being the one calling the shots. He reaches out with his free hand, fingers curling around the man's tie to pull him closer.]
So what will it be, handsome?
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I'll have to tell him that. He'll think it's funny. Well, I might have to explain the relevance to him first...
[Vampires are not historically the best at keeping up with pop culture.]
Oh, that's the second question. [Max winks.] And I already took you for the leather type, but I could always be wrong...
[Ooh, a lusty grin tugs at the corner of his lips. He can already feel a pleasant tingle low in his belly as he's pulled close by the tie. He's always loved that.]
I spend a lot of time taking orders. [His voice dips low and sensual.] I wouldn't mind being the one on top for once.
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[ Peter knows it too well. Yondu was difficult because it was always hard to tell if something was going to anger him or if he would find some sort of dark humor in the situation. Unfortunately, it was almost always the former. ]
Got it in one. [ He likes lace just fine, it's kind of cute, but if Peter has to choose he will always pick up leather. He also likes how they can discuss these sort of things casually and leans in so close that their nose almost brush. ] I look damn good in it too, and even better without anything.
[ Peter's voice lowers an octave in response to Max's own. The corner of his lips tugs up into a smirk at the hungry look on the other man's eyes. Yes, good. ]
Then it's settled.
[ At first, Peter only brushes their lips together. Enough to send a tingle of pleasure rushing through them, to build up the anticipation, but nto enough to scratch the itch. He needs to be careful with the the drink he's holding, he doesn't want to spill a drop on Max's expensive touch, but his other hand tugs at the tie a little more firmly, finally bringing their lips together. There's more than Peter wants to do -to move faster, to kiss the man so hard his head goes spinning - but for now he's content with biting Max's bottom lip lightly, letting the other man be in charge as promised. ]
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@odinsson
Peter can't believe someone finally laughed instead of yelling at him. Marvelous. He might even like you after this, Thor.
Yes, like tha...
[ Wait.
Oh there you go, ruining it. ]
It's Quill! I'm not a bird. Just go with Peter if that's easier.
[ You just enjoy annoying him, admit it. ]
I think we've all have been parents for a while now. You should have seen Rocket when Groot was still stuck in a pot, he carried the little bean with him everywhere.
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Does this make me the cool uncle?
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[ Reckless levels so high they scare off death, perhaps? I mean, not in Peter's case because he did die once....but he got better. ]
Shall I reminds you that it's the same show that recommended us Endor and that the local teddy bears tried to eat us? Maybe the show needs a bit of updating or to add warnings about the crazy native species.
Groot liked it because I'm pretty sure he saw another tree walking.
Oh, gods, the mental image...thanks, Rey. 👎
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But they were very cute cannibalistic teddy bears and I have already forgiven them for their folly. Also it's not really a space vacation unless you find yourself running for your life at least once.
You're welcome. That's what this dynamic is built on. Spreading the mental trauma.
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Ah, nice then. It always helps to have a safe heaven. Here, as promised.
[ Peter handles him the bottle of whiskey he had acquired, with a label with a bunch of symbols that look alien. It's still alcohol that won't kill a human, so he considers it good enough for their standards.
While he eyes the circle of the floor with interest, he steers clear of it, knowing better. Strange 's magic he trusts but the doc doesn't summon demons as far as Peter knows, so he's a bit warier of Constantine's powers. He turns his attention to John, leaning against the couch, and gives what he hopes is a reassuring smile. ]
This isn't the weirdest thing I've ever seen, which speaks volumes of how strange my life is on the regular. So, how do we fix it?
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And certainly not when he's got his dick stuck in a taco shell. He approaches Peter and hovers close by as he undoes the knot and takes his towel off. It probably wouldn't be such a problem if he could get soft again but he's hard and the constant chafing isn't helping things.]
How good are you with your mouth, anyway? You talk so much shite I figured you'd be half-decent.
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before infinity war - that au we talked about!!!
It's the throwing up that makes the whole lie hard to keep up. Her healing implant prevents Gamora from getting sick or has up until now. They go to the Nova Corps for lack of better option. They have the most advanced medicine in the galaxy.... that wouldn't try turning Gamora into a science project at any rate. She is the last of her kind, after all.
Her skin crawls the whole time they run their tests, but she insists on being alone. She knows they'd be there. Rocket of all creatures understands how hard it is to submit yourself willing to tests. Her pride won't allow them to see her squirm through the whole thing. Groot is already worked up enough as it is by his mother's distress. Better for Rocket to talk him down.
Eventually, the tests come in. The end result shocks her to her core. They tell her it shouldn't be possible. Her implants should have prevented it. There's a child growing in there. It's still small and early in development, but very viable. It's when they start hypothesizing about how the father's parentage might be a factor in making this possible, that they ought to be looking into Peter, that she spooks. She remembers the piles of bones left by Ego and shudders.
She has her clothes back on in under a minute and bolts in spite of the doctor's protests. "We're leaving!" Gamora announces as she leaves them in the dust without any explanation. Good luck with that landmine, Peter.
Infinity war? I don't know her...and aaaaah this is perfect
And then symptoms kept piling up, mood swings and fatigue were unusual enough that the situation made Peter on edge, although he tried to keep it to himself as to not worry her more. It didn't really help that Gamora was very adamant about ignoring whatever might be happening and refusing to talk about it no matter what. By the time nausea started and she had trouble keeping food down, he was already fearing the worse.
His mom's sickness started with little things as well. Dizziness, headaches, and personality changes that gradually became more frequent and more severe. The situation became impossible to ignore then and it's impossible to ignore now.
Even though he wanted to stay by Gamora's side during the proving, he respected her privacy enough to wait outside with the other, looking oddly pale and so uncharacteristically quiet that even Rocket gave him a concerned look.
Peter almost trips on his long coat as he stands immediately after Gamora shows up, shouting and already heading to the door. He spares a confused and alarmed look toward the doctors who had tried without any luck to stop her and then runs after the green woman.
"Gamora, wait!" Behind him, he hears Rocket
threateningasking the doctor what the frack is going on before he 's too far away to hear the answer. He would rather have her tell him, if it's as bad as he imagines. "We can go somewhere else, talk to better doctors or...or something! Please, we're here for you, don't go..."yay i'm glad!!!
♥♥♥
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[Closed to @petrichorian ]
Nebula had chosen to stay with Gamora to no one's surprise but she contacted them from time to time and even sometimes asked (demanded) that Peter send her some of his music. Maybe one day they would be back with the Guardians but Peter wasn't sure if that would hurt more or less. He would always love the Gamora who first tried to kill him back in Xandar, who dared all the Guardian to be better, and who made him want to be a decent man. First love is like that and, like his Mother's memories, he will carry that with him forever. But life goes on, too fast at times, and Peter can't say that he's not busy or distracted enough.
If there isn't trouble somewhere in the Galaxy, it's happening right at his door. Or rather, in the spaceship's main room. Living with the God of thunder had proved to be challenging and, on many occasions, Peter had considered just throwing him out of the airlock. Thor could survive in the vacuum of space, so it wasn't such a big deal anyway. Proximity and closeness are not the same but after such a long time together, he's accepted that Thor is part of the team and there was no changing that.
The first weeks had been the hardest ones. Peter could admit that maybe, perhaps, if coaxed enough, a tiny bit of the ongoing tension between them might have been caused by his insecurities flaring every time the God was present. The stress caused by the Gamora situation hadn't helped his nerves at all but once it was obvious that the woman he knew was gone, Peter lost his will to argue about anything for weeks. He focused on their missions, on listening to his music for hours, on fixing their ship, fixing whatever he could to keep his mind off things. And that, stupidly enough, also included Thor. Or rather, Thor's hair.
After days of ignoring the other man but getting restless every time he spotted the god, Peter finally figured out what was ticking him off. When they first met, Thor's hair was shorter and badly cut in some parts, but he considered it an improvement from the way he kept it. Not like the long hair was a bad look on him, it did frame Thor's features rather nicely sometimes - Peter tried not to dwell on that thought once he caught himself having it- but it was styled all wrong and the beard was too long and bushy.
Which prompted Peter to chase down Thor with a bunch of hair products in his hands, a pair of scissors, and some sturdy combs to try and fix the rat-net mess in his head."It makes you look like a hobo. As the Guardians, we have a reputation to maintain! We can't walk around looking like there's a Kowakian monkey-lizard strapped to your chin."
That went...so so.
But something between them had changed after that day, and now when they traded bards they were less vicious, almost doing it like a force of habit. Almost playful. Unlike the rest of the team, Thor gets sarcasm and it's kinda fun when he is sarcastic back.
Peter's low self-esteem still causes them troubles, the reason why he's now running a scanner on the cockpit of the ship as opposed to being hanging out in the kitchen is with the others it's because he doesn't want to deal with Drax and Mantis fawning over Thor now that he's back in shape. Yeah sure, the man's body is back to looking like a Greek statue, big fucking deal. Thor's still terrible at playing sabacc, and he's not as great of a pilot as he thinks he is, and his smile is not THAT charming. Just...a normal amount of charming, Peter thinks to himself as the scanner works and he checks how long it will take the Benatar to reach the planet Zeltros for their next assignment. He's never been to that one before, and they need to be ready.
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It was a little like what had happened with himself and Fandral back at the beginning. The two of them had decided that the other was a rival even before they'd spoken for the first time, and that had gone on for ages before they became grudging friends, and then actual friends, and then for a long while something more than that.
He wasn't yet sure if 'something more' was on the table for himself and Peter, or if it was even something Peter would be interested in. Or, for that matter, what form it would even take, there were definitely levels to that kind of thing. But it wasn't as if he were difficult to look at, despite Drax's claims to just how hideous the entire crew was (with the exception of Thor, for various reasons, all of which amused the Asgardian though he knew better than to laugh) and more than that Peter had proved himself to be both capable and clever, both of which were things that Thor appreciated.
He made his way to the cockpit from the galley, staying out of the way even as he said: "We drew lots, I'll be the one going planetside with you when we arrive."
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Threesome is go!
Certainly nothing a good bath couldn't handle and well Sif had taken note that the planet they were visiting offered several different styles of bathhouses. There was even one that was reminiscent of the ones that were on Asgard back in the day.
Thus the trio now found themselves in a fairly large sized room in the bathhouse, the steam and fresh floral notes filling the air as they undressed themselves.]
This place certainly has everything.
[ She noted as she pulled her tunic over her head, tossing it on top of her discarded armor. While glancing over to the various soaps and scented oils that were placed there for their enjoyment. ]
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Now her clothes were bloody, cut up, and her body was sore from blocking blows. There were a few superficial cuts, but at least there were no broken bones or blaster burns. Really, they were walking away practically unscathed.
Sif had something about finding a place to clean up, and Rey was in agreement with the woman and fell warrior. They took off for the planet. Soon enough they were in a bath house that had many scents than Rey could've imagined. ]
It certainly does...This for all of us to share--!!
[Rey asked, looking around only to turn to see Sif already stripping and forced herself to turn and look away to give the other warrior some privacy.
Okay? So...maybe they were sharing the bath together? Well, the area was pretty big and there was plenty of steam to...hide them?
It wasn't that Rey was ashamed of her body, but she was used to doing things on her own and not having company around her. But...she was tired, and maybe, it wouldn't be bad? Sif could have one area, she could have another..
And Peter could be in a corner somewhere, not looking at them.]
Should I get towels or...are those provided for us? [Stars, help her.]
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Aww, I rather like Drax, even when he is being a bit overenthusiastic. [ She's not easily embarrassed or offended. She finds it flattering that he likes Asgardian warriors so much. ] He'll grow on you, Thor and I use to butt heads quite a lot in our youth. He just takes a bit of getting used too. [ She has a feeling that once he and Thor find common ground they will be friends for life. ] It is certainly an open offer, I know how he can be.
Ah then I shall be sure that I give you both a reminder and a demonstration, the next time we see each other. [ She'll be sure to rock his universe the next time she sees him. ]
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I look forward to it. What are you up to, these days? Looking for other Asgardians around the galaxy or...?
[ Now that's the sort of promises he loves. ]
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He doesn't have time to allow himself to feel anything except for joy at the fact that it actually worked and rage at the enemy for trying to take them all down again. In the chaos of the fight he finds Groot and he does everything he can to keep him safe, even when Thanos's ship starts firing on all of them.
By the time it's all over, Stark is dead, Thanos is dust and he narrowly avoids getting swallowed whole by a chitauri whale thing. He falls back on his haunches exhausted and spent and just looks blankly around the destruction around him. At least until he sees a familiar figure in the distance.
He gets up and scrambles towards him. ] Hey, Quill!
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The final battle and his last meeting with Gamora (was it really her? he's not sure anymore) left him in pain in more than the physical way. Thanos is gone and Stark is dead, and the last fact is another thing to add to Peter's ever-growing pile of regrets. It's over, he should be happy. Relieved, at least.
He can't, he just feels...numb, detached.
A voice brings him back to his senses, a familiar one, and Peter has never been so happy to see Rocket before. He looks like he's been through the mill, but he's alive and recognizes him, and it takes only Peter a second to react. He runs towards his friend to meet him half way and nearly drops to his knees the moment he reaches the raccoon. ]
Rocket! Are you okay? I don't...They said it's been five years!? [ There's touch of hysteria in Peter's voice and a plea in his eyes, silently waiting for Rocket to call him an idiot, to tell him he's got everything wrong again. That such thing didn't really happen. ]
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