#imagine making a sexbot and spending more of your time eating her out than anything else

[greensaplinggrace]

i can't believe one of the only sex scenes we get between spike and the buffybot is him going down on her. boy....

[occasionalfics]

Child of Light, iv

Summary: Family is supposed to stick together, but yours never has. Even when it’s important.

A/N: So the very end of this one is kind of a cliff hanger, but that’s because I wanted to even out the word count between this chapter and the next one - which is the last!

Words: 2,108

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For a while, you were inconsolable. The only family you had left - because your Mama passed peacefully shortly after Peter left - was gone. He ignored most of the communications sent from the Elector, no matter who they came from. If he saw where they came from, they went unopened, unviewed, and unresponded to.

Even your wedding invitation.

No one proposed. When you felt better, and you were not only able but willing to go on missions again, Yondu broached the subject.

“What if we got hitched? Just fer the fun‘a it?” he asked one night.

You shrugged, even though you’d literally dreamt of it before. It wasn’t like you fantasized daily about marrying Yondu, but it’d crossed your mind consciously and subconsciously before. Still, you didn’t want to seem so eager. “Why not?” you asked with a devilish smile.

You didn’t plan anything big. It was an elopement, really. Neither of you really cared for something large and frilly - the crew wouldn’t sit through it, anyway. You had to do something quick, and somewhere close to an open bar. You ended up picking a fancy Krylorian casino so you could get married on your home planet, which you hadn’t realized was that important to you until you started planning.

You didn’t send too many invitations out, either. Yondu sent one to Stakar Ogord, hoping beyond hope that his old mentor would accept and show up, despite Yondu and the crew officially being cut off from the Ravager association. You sent just one out - to Peter. Neither invitation was answered, so you pushed on with the planning.

You were in a dress shop on Sovereign when you thought you saw your brother walk down the street. You thought you saw his reflection in the mirror you were supposed to be checking yourself in, but when you turned to the window to the store, he was gone.

“Some’in up, (Y/N)?” Kraglin asked. He was the only crew member that agreed to help you pick something suitable to wear.

You shook your head, without looking away from the window. “Just...thought I saw someone familiar.”

You picked a simple lace dress in Cerulean that accentuated the things you knew Yondu loved about your body. You liked that it was light and easy to move in. You’d be able to dance without too much of an issue, and Kraglin agreed that the Captain would like the dress as well - especially since it matched his skin almost perfectly.

You were surprised to see him wearing a pink suit at the end of the aisle on the day of the ceremony. You laughed on the way down to him, seeing how you matched one another. He laughed, too, and before the both of you knew it, you’d said your vows and went to party with the crew. You partied for days, actually - so long that the casino staff had to bar you from gambling and drinking. It’d been a perfect Ravager wedding, except that members of both of your families had been absent.

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It felt like a long time after the wedding before you saw Peter again. He’d gotten into more trouble than you could imagine and had created some kind of...small Ravager faction of his own to galavant across the universe with.

And, of course, the first time Yondu saw him in years, he threatened to eat Peter. Again.

When things calmed down a bit, you found Peter and his...group in an empty hall of the Elector. They were silent, so you walked into the room and faced your brother, who looked lost and downtrodden. Just as he had as a child.

He asked his friends to give the two of you a few minutes alone, and you meant to give it to him - everything you’d felt in the last few years - but you couldn’t.

“You missed my wedding,” you said quietly when you looked into his eyes.

He nodded. “Couldn’t face Yondu. Not then.”

“You could’ve sent something. Anything. Just to let me know why you were ignoring us.”

“You know why,” he said in a low voice.

“Bullshit, Peter Quill.” You crossed your arms and genuinely felt like his mother again, only to remember that you weren’t, in fact, his mother. “We’re family. I’ve cared for you for the last twelve years, and this is the thanks I get? Abandonment and cowardice?”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he said.

“That might’ve worked before, Peter, but this is a whole new level of low for you. And this...gang you’ve started? How long do you think they’ll stick around before they leave you?” you asked. You weren’t sure where you were going - not at first, anyway.

Peter glanced at you with worry in his eyes, but said nothing.

“We were a family, and you walked out on us. What’s to stop these...criminals and assassins to do the same to you?”

“You say that like you’re not also a load’a criminals and assassins.”

You clenched your teeth. For the first time in a long time - maybe ever - you felt the urge to yell at him that he was your brother, and that he should be loyal to you before anyone else. But you reminded yourself that you couldn’t, and that you were loyal to Yondu before anyone else.

“We were a family,” you said again.

“We were a dysfunctional unit. Yondu kidnapped me, made me steal things, and threatened to eat me. You were the only one that cared-”

“And you left me behind. Completely forgot about me.” You sucked in a deep breath. “You didn’t even acknowledge that I was getting married. It didn’t matter to whom - I wanted you there for me. You couldn’t even do that because of some empty threats Yondu made when you were a kid.”

“He kidnapped me!” he yelled.

You stopped, took a step away from him, and shook your head.

“He took me from my home, from all the family I ever knew, and forced me into this life, (Y/N). Yondu may’ve been kind to you, but he was never anything more than the alien who ruined my life to me.”

You closed your eyes, knowing that there was nothing you could say to change his mind. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Then you nodded. “Fine,” you said. “One day you’ll know what happened, and you’ll regret those words.” With that, you left the room, vowing only to talk to Peter Quill again when the time was right.

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It only happened a year later. You and Yondu had had a particularly bad fight - you’d been in a pissy mood for the better part of the previous year, knowing that Peter was avoiding the both of you because of Yondu, and you’d both said things you didn’t mean - and Yondu spent the night on Contraxia. You knew that meant he’d spend the time with sexbots, but honestly, you didn’t care. As you sat at the bar of the Iron Lotus, you wondered if your marriage was a sham, but more than that, you wondered what in the Galaxy was wrong with you.

You had to get over Peter - and you had to ignore how much of a jealous ex your thoughts made you sound. You were just so angry all the time. You’d practically raised the boy, and he didn’t even have the nerve to congratulate you on something as huge as marriage. And he was your brother, even if he still didn’t know. You wondered how many of his words had been lies the day he left, how much you actually meant to him if you were so easy to throw away.

You were torn from your thoughts when you heard Yondu’s voice beyond the crowd at the bar. Turning in your seat, you saw Stakar Ogord in a standoff with your estranged husband, and when that ended with huffs and threats, the High Priestess of Sovereign approached. It was almost too much for one night, and you were pretty drunk by then.

You didn’t leave the bar until Yondu caught your eye and nodded. Then, as a crew, you went back to the Elector and headed for Berhert. You stood beside him, as you always did, as he navigated from the Captain’s chair. He caught you off guard when he grabbed your hand and tugged lightly, but then you kneeled beside him like nothing had come between you at all.

“Turns out one’a Quill’s lil’ friends has slipp’ry fingers,” he whispered to you.

You felt your face heat up at the closeness between you, and at his trusting you enough to tell you this.

“That trash rat thing stole some Sovereign batteries. Gold lady wants us to retrieve ’em. I want you ta stay by their ship, ‘case Quill comes ‘round.”

“Why would it matter if Peter comes around?” you asked in a flat tone.

Yondu looked at you with a sadness in his eyes you hadn’t seen in some time. He still held your hand, allowing Kraglin to navigate the ship from his station.

“I know I ain’t done right by ya, (Y/N),” he said. “If Quill’s ‘round, ya need ta talk to ‘em. I’ll hold off the trash rat for a while.”

“That doesn’t account for most of his...Guardians.” You often forgot they called themselves that - Peter’s little ragtag group of friends he’d chosen over you. But then something like this happened, and you remembered everything.

“That green girl’a his’ll try ta fight ya,” he said.

“She’s one of the most dangerous assassins in the galaxy, Yondu. I’m nothing against her.”

He nodded. “Peter won’t let’er hurt ya, though. He’ll listen. She’s gotta trust’em to’ve stayed so long.”

There was no way Yondu could know that, but you wanted desperately to listen to him anyway. You wanted him to be right. You wanted to let him make everything that was wrong better, since he was offering anyway. So you braced yourself for jumps through space, and then a smooth landing on the forested surface of Berhert.

Yondu led the crew in one direction to ambush the trash rat, but you followed the faint light of the Milano. You heard music - Terran music. Peter’s music - blasting throughout the forest, but you refused to follow it. The light was more important, you knew. You hoped, for once, that your Papa was right - that the light would always lead you home.

When you found the ship, however, your heart sank. No one was around - not even the Daughter of Thanos. You wondered for just a second what that must’ve been like. Your Papa was a jackass, but you couldn’t imagine being forced into a family with Thanos.

When you entered the broken ship door, you realized that the Milano had seen better days. Half of it was in recovery, repairing itself with some kind of technology you hadn’t seen before, but most of it was blown to bits. You looked further into the ship, hoping Peter was just working on something without paying much attention to what was going on outside, when a small voice caught your attention.

“I am Groot!” you heard.

You turned and saw a small walking stick staring up at you. You kneeled to its level and smiled - for the first time in what felt like a long time.

“Hello there,” you said.

“I am Groot,” it said.

You giggled. “Yes, so you said. I’m (Y/N).”

“I am Groot!” it said.

You sighed, but kept your smile. Whatever this thing was, it was cute. Even if you didn’t understand it, it made you smile. For a while, you just watched as it danced to the music. You forgot about Peter, about Yondu, about the things that’d been troubling you for so long.

But then the crew was back. They were loud - shouting incomprehensible things above the music. They made their way to the Elector, but before you could get up to follow, a blue and purple mismatched woman came onto the Milano. She grabbed the...Groot ferociously, then glared at you.

“Who are you?” she asked.

You stood tall and balled your fists. “Where’s the trash rat?” you asked. “Where’s Yondu?”

The woman smirked, then grabbed you by the wrist. Her hand was metallic, strong, and cold. She dragged you back to the Elector, only needing to use force because you were so confused. “Where is Yondu?” you asked. “Who are you to be walking on his ship as if you own it?”

She ignored you as she continued on her way.