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[raccoonfallsharder]

fistful of sunlight a fluffy lil domestic oneshot

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domestic fluff | no use of y/n | oc!reader | oneshot | word count: 3,832. for @starriidreams, based on their original character, jazper. check em outttt ♡

after a surprising day of work at the knowhere clinic, princess jazper returns to their home with rocket, only to find that the captain of knowhere has been working on a little surprise of his own.

WARNINGS: brief description of surgical procedure in sceond paragraph only. rocket says damn/dammit a lot; reader is referred to as princess 2x (because reader is literally a princess). some limited physical description of reader (most notably, having gold palms/fingerpads/facial markings and an adorable lil toothgap). i've never written for someone else's oc like this before so i hope i do them justice ๐·°(⋟﹏⋞)°·๐

Mister Kraglin had cut off his thumb.

You’re not even been quite sure how, but Mister Kraglin had cut off his thumb. It hadn’t been a job for a medpack — those are generally reserved for life-threatening injuries involving major trauma, and a medpack would have only healed up the stump anyway. No, Mister Kraglin had cut off his thumb and had shown up sobbing at the Knowhere clinic door, and it had been your job to soothe him and reseal every vein and artery, to string the nerves and tendons back together like loose threads on a sweater, and finally to laser stitch the skin in place, bandage it up, and brace it with one of the adjustable vibranium-and-vinyl splints that Rocket had made — per your request — for situations just like this one.

It had sent a stinging ache in your heart to see Mister Kraglin so upset. The former Ravager is more vulnerable in his pain than young Mister Adam or even any of the Star Children — at least while he’s safely at home on Knowhere — and you’ve gathered that this behavior might be due to the hollowing lack of any kind of person-to-person comfort he’d ever received as a child. You yourself are all too familiar with some of that feeling — emotional self-sufficiency and a wrenching desire for affection, bordering on need — in spite of the privilege inherent in being adopted into the Relvoith royal family. 

Or perhaps because of it.

And so, you had soothed him with the softest words you could dream up, worried they might’ve sounded stilted in the formality of the Relvoith tongue. But the universal translator must have worked well, or perhaps the overly-decorous language hadn’t mattered in the end, because Mister Kraglin had sniffled and dried his tears with the back of his uninjured hand. Then he’d given you a wobbly and tremulous half-smile, thanking you so fervently that an observer might have thought you’d saved his life.

Unfortunately, the result is that you are exhausted — feet aching and eyes tired, a dull headache starting to form behind your golden eyes by the time you reach the open casement leading to the door of the apartment rooms you share with Rocket. One of the raccoon kits — the smallest of the litter rescued from the Arête — is waiting on the threshold, grooming itself. It’s only the tiniest bit larger today than it had been on the day you’d inadvertently adopted it, and it lifts its head as soon as it breathes in your scent, ears and nose twitching. Its tail flips from one side to the other when it sees you, and it immediately begins to generate the fast-paced hollow clicking noise that you’ve come to understand means that it’s purring.

“Hello, littlest one,” you say, crouching, and it immediately launches itself onto one of your soft thighs, and then into your chest. You cuddle it against you as you stand, pressing your mouth to the crown of its head, and open the apartment door.

The apartment is a little tattered, but it’s home: the place you and Rocket have made for yourselves, carved out of a little patch of Knowhere. There’s a broad series of patchwork-windows made of frosted and colored glass, and they shine like jewels when the artificial lights outside slant into a manufactured sunset. In certain hours, they cast a glowing, muted rainbow glow onto the rest of the main room. One wall is lined with Rocket’s inventions and tools, and the ceiling is edged in strings of tiny gold plasma-orbs that he’d pinned to the wall while perched on your shoulders. The doors on the kitchenette cupboards had been falling off when the two of you had moved in, so you’d replaced them with miniature curtains made of patterned fabrics and gauzy muslin and a treasured panel of Spartoi lace you’d found in Sanna Orix’s shop. The sofa is a soft corduroy, the color and texture of a purple night-sky, velvety and only a little frayed at all the seams. It had been one of Rocket’s discoveries. He’d made Mister Drax carry it from the Bowie all the way to your little apartment, just because he’d thought you might enjoy it. One arm of the sofa is draped with the rumpled softness of an old quilt — a gift from the citizens of Knowhere to their new Captain and his princess. It’s patched with squares offered up from each of the Guardians, and others, too: red flannel and a dove-gray fabric from Star-Lord’s childhood shirts, a scrap of leather from Mister Nebula’s uniform. Another square had been thieved from an armored vest left behind by Miss Gamora, after she’d been stolen away and sacrificed by Thanos. A couple of rectangles of fabric, cut from the plush baby-blanket that Groot had kept in his pot when he was still small, and little pieces from a strained button-down shirt that Mister Drax had decided to wear for a cycle just so he could have something to contribute to the quilt. There’s a patch from Cosmo’s suit, and another from young Mister Adam’s singed Sovereign cast-off, and silver-threaded stars embroidered in sloppily by young Miss Phyla and each of her siblings. A few splashes of delicate floral prints from Miss Ssssaralami and worn yellow canvas from Mister Blueliver and even an intentional splash of cosmic-green gin from Mister Howard.

At least, you assume it was intentional. Mister Howard claims it was intentional, and you’ve never been particularly adept at spotting lies.

In short, there’s not an inch of your little apartment that isn’t brimming with the soft shadows and glowing warmth of memories that you and Rocket have made together.

Unfortunately, you don’t have long to enjoy the peace of the small space. You can already hear Rocket cursing and muttering inside the next room, and it makes your own ears twitch with concern.

“Shoulda just paid Ssssaralami to do it. No, no, I wanna do it myself. Moron. Like you forgot you were a mechanic, not a frickin’ artist. Frickin’ paint in my damn fur. Better come out—”

“Rocks?” you call softly, snuggling the raccoon kit in against your chest again. The raccoon’s purring never stops, and its coat is a plush and velvety spray against the underside of your chin. “Are you well?”

Rocket’s head pops around the side of the bedroom door: fur mussed and flattened on one cheek, a splotch of purple dripping into the fur between the base of one soft ear and the crown of his head. There’s a smudge of luminous yellow-gold on his nose, glittering and so vibrant and warm that it almost looks like a wedge of amber over a candleflame. His eyes, bright as red stars and sunsets — all the holiest things in the universe — narrow on you immediately.

“You weren’t s’posed to be home for another three hours,” he growls accusingly.

The raccoon kit pats the golden swirl on your cheek with one flat paw, then headbutts you under the chin for more cuddles. Its purring grows louder.

“Mister Kraglin cut off his thumb,” you tell Rocket, wide-eyed as you take in the violet and sunshine smeared into his fur. Most of him is hidden behind the doorframe, but one hand grips the edge, and you can see gold and purple crusted around his claws. “It was the most excitement the clinic has seen in a while,” you admit, “and we have closed early as a result.” You feel your head tilt. “Are you… painting something?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment — eyes dropping to take in your white-and-red uniform — before he sighs: utterly beleaguered. “Trying to,” he mutters, and rolls his eyes. “Was supposed to be a frickin’ surprise.” He wheels back from the door, gesturing with that dark-clawed, paint-spattered hand. “C’mon in, Starlight.”

You carefully set the littlest raccoon on the sofa, and make your way deeper into the apartment.  

Your breath trips out of your lungs when you cross the threshold into the bedroom. It’s been utterly transformed in your few hours away.

It is, you think in wonderment, like walking into the heart of an amethyst. 

Layers of paint — from the ashen lilac of the sky just after the sun goes down, all the way to the richest midnight-purple — fold over each other in veils of haphazard brushwork, scraped across each other as if the painter were trying to create something deep and glimmering. It’s true that there are some splashes of color on the cracked bone-tiles of the floor, and little ripples where the purple had dribbled too thickly down the walls — but he’s covered the bed with a canvas that you recognize as borrowed or stolen from Miss Ssssaralami, and the plasma-orb lamps are similarly protected. A shabby box sits in one corner, full of wires and frosted glass, but you’re too entranced by the purple walls: the illusion of velvety, luminous depth — the sense of swimming in an endless night sky, or diving into the rift at the end of the universe. 

And against the purple — all misshapen and erratic, in clusters and lopsided sprays, different sizes and spaces between each one — shine a hundred golden stars. They’re gleaming and metallic, shimmering with the same crushed glitter-dust smudged across Rocket’s nose, sparkling and brilliant and warm.

You touch one lightly with the golden pad of your fingertip, awestruck.

“You are an artist,” you say solemnly, awestruck as your eyes travel around the room.

Rocket scowls and shuffles the fur of his forearm against the end of his nose — then looks down to realize he’s smeared more gold paint on himself. A strangled roar of outrage climbs in his throat and hisses between his teeth, gravelly and shrill, and you blink down at him over one soft shoulder.

He looks like he’s ready to pull out fistfuls of his own fur, panting.

“I’d call you a liar if I didn’t know how frickin’ bad you are at it,” he seethes, glaring around the room as if the walls have personally insulted him. “It’s a damn mess.”

You tilt your head. You don’t generally find his aggravation humorous, but it is often endearing — and you know him well enough now to understand that sometimes, a little gentle mockery will make him feel safer.

“Small One,” you tease lightly, letting a smile curve your full lips, flashing your white teeth and the slight gap between them at your beautiful Captain, “the imperfections are what make it so lovely.”

His eyes narrow at you again, distant crimson suns, and for a moment he continues to fume: fists clenched, sharp teeth gritted. He is flawless nonetheless: his casual Knowhere-clothes spattered with bright sparkling yellow, now, and streaked with purple. One whole whisker gleams gold in the artificial Knowhere light that streams through the circular window, open over the head of the bed. 

He sighs suddenly, his jaw and shoulders and hands all loosening, and you can see now that his palms are streaked with gold paint, too. 

You’re always soft for Rocket, but everything inside you suddenly feels even softer: more pliable, more tender. You let your smile shift from playfulness to pure, gentle wonder as you gaze around the room again: jewel-toned, sequined and filigreed with suns and stars made even more sacred by the fact that they’ve come from his own hands. He’s even included some lopsided versions of the holy constellations you grew up studying in the Ositamet sky, which you hadn’t even realized he might remember from your stories. That same place in your heart that had ached over Mister Kraglin’s tears suddenly trembles and heats, overflowing with sunlight. You think it might pour out of your skin. In fact, you can feel it: the warmth in your cheeks, the tip of your ears and nose.

“You’re blushing,” Rocket notes drily, and your brow creases.

“Relvoith do not blush,” you say sternly. Which is true, after all — it’s not as if you can lie, even if you’d wanted to.

Rocket only rolls his eyes. “Whatever. You’re — gold-dusting, then. Sunbursting.”

You touch the warm swirls in your cheeks, knowing they’re bright as the stars he’s painted onto the walls. 

“I am overwhelmed,” you admit to him softly. You can feel your eyes sting with tears as you turn slowly, taking everything in. Your voice is hushed. “I think perhaps this is the kindest, most generous thing that anyone has ever done for me, Rocks.”

Even though your eyes are on the skewed stars, you can feel the tension leave the little room when he sighs again. 

“Yeah, yeah, princess,” he gruffs out. “Just — got sick of hearing you talk about wanting to redecorate.”

Now you do look at him, tilting your head. “I think that is a lie.”

He scowls, but there’s nothing hard in it at all. His sun-ruby eyes have turned into something soft and melting. “Just a little one.”

You cast another smile at him before turning your attention again to the starscape painted all around you.

“Why did you choose purple for the sky?” you muse after a moment. “I like it very much, but I would not have expected that choice from you—”

“Reminded me of you,” he mumbles, and when you glance at him again, he’s shifting his weight from one foot to the other and looking away, scrubbing at his gold-dipped whiskers with the back of his wrist in the way you’ve come to recognize means he’s embarrassed. “Your uniform-thing, the first time we met. It was, uh, purple and white.” He clears his throat, and your smile turns into a delighted grin.

“You were feeling quite sentimental, then,” you tease.

“Whatever,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes and turning away to begin peeling the canvas drape off the bed, revealing the fleecy turquoise comforter underneath, rippled with velveteen stripes. It’s a bit faded and ragged, and the mattress dips in the middle, but it’s a far cry from the piece of scrapmetal Rocket had been sleeping on when he had still been staying in his own apartment, just off the Guardians’ main office down the street. “You’re such a pain,” he adds, tossing the crumpled canvas into the corner and picking up the box of wire and glass you’d only vaguely noticed when you’d walked in. He sets the dilapidated box on the bed. “Wanna help me hang these? They’re not frickin’... authentic or whatever. Too expensive to get the real ones, all the way from Ositamet. Consider ‘em… off-brand, or whatever.” 

He clears his throat again: a tell you’ve come to recognize; an indicator that he’s nervous. You lean over, peering into the box, and your heart catches in your throat again: full of sunlight, overflowing. 

“You’re gold-dusting again,” he points out drily.

“How did you get these, if not from home?” you ask softly, lifting up one handful of bright-copper wire. He shuffles in tightly against your thigh, leaning one cheek into the soft plushness of your hip. 

“Sketched ‘em up,” he admits. “Wove the wire and made the little plasma-orbs on my own. Had Steemie save the glass from that old building they tore down in Exitar. Cut it an’ soldered it myself.” He swallows. “Wasn’t that hard,” he adds, trying to downplay the time and effort you suddenly know he must have put into planning every inch of this creation. “With the ships, I musta had to patch glass at least a hundred times before.”

But these handcrafted string-lights are not just patched glass. They’re perfect star-shaped lanterns, far more precise than the celestial bodies spangling the walls. And though not every pane of glass matches in color or texture, they’re worth more to you than any import from the palaces and streets of Ositamet. 

“Yes,” you whisper. “Let us hang them.”

Rocket doesn’t wait: he leaps nimbly onto the mattress and then springs to your shoulders. He’s heavy with screws and solder, bolts and plates, but his weight’s  still nothing for your strength. You gather the strings of lights in your hands and they clink merrily against each other as you travel the perimeter of the room. When you hand him the end of the twisted copper wire,  he holds the cord to the edge of the ceiling and fastens it into the bone-plaster with the soft, hollow thud of a bolt-gun. 

The two of you continue around the room, skirting the pan of purple-and-gold swirled paint still on the floor, full of sopping brushes. A manufactured Knowhere breeze filters in through the round window, along with the artificial sunlight; it brightens the still-drying stars, making the room glimmer all around the two of you. You soak in the lullaby made by the measured timpani of the bolt-gun and the pleasant chime of the star-lanterns in your hands, feeding them up to your beautiful captain. There’s the comforting feel of his strong thighs braced between your palms and shoulders: a warm, welcome weight. Your eyes are drawn to a spray of purple on the claws of his left foot, like nail lacquer — it curls the corner of your mouth in a whimsical smile but you don’t dare breathe a word of it right now.

By the time the stringed lights are garlanded all around the room, the artificial lights outside have already begun dimming, and the room is dusky and softly-shadowed. Rocket leaps off of your shoulders, fleet-footed, and taps the sensor on the wall. It’s normally synced to the plasma-orb lamps, but he must have programmed the star-lanterns in too, because they brighten into a quiet glow: every bit of illumination magnified by the glass, refracted into the occasional spray of rainbow-flaked light scattered across the starscape-walls, the velvety bed, the paint-spattered floor. With one foot, Rocket drags the soft, shaggy rug from where he’d shuffled it under the bed, and the room is almost back to normal.

Almost normal, but transformed into something divine.

You stand for a moment, and take in the coziness of the room, the glints of far-off skies and dreams, the shimmering warmth in your heart and the knowledge of how much you truly mean to the beautiful Captain of Knowhere.

He must be able to tell your thoughts are shifting into sentimentality, because he breaks the quiet with a dramatic sigh. 

“Now I gotta get all this damn paint outta my fur,” he laments, looking down at his purple-streaked feet and the shimmering yellow smeared across his forearm. When he turns his palms up, he groans, his whole head leaned back so he can curse the ceiling. The dark leather of both hands are glazed with sun-bright gold, as if he had fingerpainted the stars. 

“Dammit,” he curses, as his fists begin to curl all over again.

But you catch one narrow wrist, watching the way he shines. “Look,” you say with a sun-bright smile of your own, and his knotted fingers loosen in your gentle grasp. You open your own hand next to his. The pads of your fingers and creased palm are ashimmer just like his, like you’d both been caught with fistfuls of sunlight and stars. You turn your hand over top of his, and you lace your fingers into the soft spaces between his knuckles: gold pressed to gold, so bright that it’s a wonder that sunshine doesn’t fan out from between your clasped hands in glittering rays. 

Rocket swallows, whiskers and tail and ears all twitching, his glowing sunrise-eyes going soft in the dusky evening glow. “Starlight,” he says, and his voice is a husky rasp. “I wanted to tell you — but I ain’t good with words—”

Whatever he had been going to say is suddenly broken by the sound of a mechanical chime: the doorbell. You both look up, and it rings again.

“Dammit,” Rocket snaps for what must be the third time in just an hour or two. He tugs his hand from yours, stalking toward the door and flinging it open.

Miss Cosmo and young Miss Phyla are there, the former sitting on the step with a nervously-wagging tail. You can see Rocket’s shoulders ease, and you know it’s because he’s secretly soft for children and animals. Well, he seems to think it’s a secret, anyway. The sight makes you melt even more. 

“I’m so sorry, Jazper,” the Star Child says, apology written all over her childish face. “I know the Captain was planning a surprise for you tonight, but—”

“But Adam has broken the ocular cannon,” Cosmo pipes up, and her tail begins to move twice as fast. 

“The — what?” Rocket repeats, and you can hear the tension rising again in his voice. “What was he even doing with it?”

Miss Cosmo tilts her head as young Miss Phyla winces.

“Messing around,” the cosmonaut says, and her mechanical voice lilts in such a way that it sounds like a quote.

You move to lean by the door, and Rocket pinches the bridge of his nose. “Unbelievable,” he mutters. “Can’t get a frickin’ minute a’ peace—”

“It is okay,” you say with a wide smile. “I will be here when you come home.” 

Rocket glances up at you, and his expression is pained. “I don’t—”

“Uhm,” young Miss Phyla interrupts hesitantly, teeth bared in a sorrowful grimace, “I hate to tell you this, but your — your guest is making a mess?”

Both you and Rocket turn to find the littlest raccoon kit meandering through the apartment living space, then between the two of you, and right out the open door. In its wake, from the bedroom to the front door, trail a ribbon of paint-slick pawprints sinking into the bone-floor forever: shades of purple, smeared with starlight-gold.

Rocket stares after the littlest kit as it ambles away. His mouth wobbles in something torn between bone-deep exhaustion, and a desire to bare his teeth and commit murder.

The corners of your own mouth curl, and your shoulders shake with feathery laughter. “Go,” you tell your Captain, and lean toward him. Young Miss Phyla and Miss Cosmo have seen the two of you together often enough to know that everyone will be happier if they turn their backs and pretend not to know that you’re dropping a kiss on the crown of Rocket’s paint-spattered head. “I will see you later tonight.”

You’re rising back upward when his gold-dipped fingers curl into the collar of the clinic uniform you’re still wearing. “Wait,” he mutters, tugging you back down and levying a quick, fleeting flick of his tongue to the fullness of your upper lip. “‘Fore I go.”

It’s a ritual, at this point: the soft kiss, the tug at your collar, the brief lick or nip at your mouth. And then the question, rumbling up from the bottom of his lungs, low and warm:

“Who’s yer favorite Guardian?”

You smile, your lips just a breath away from his nose — the answer the same now as it’s always been. 

After all, you cannot lie.

“You are.”

thank you for giving me the chance to write this! it was such a fun idea and it was so interesting to work with someone else’s oc in this context, and try to integrate the formality of jazper’s language into the writing without making it sound unnatural (i hope i accomplished it!). i’ve never written for someone else’s character like this so i hope i did jaz justice ♡ thank you for trusting me with them. it was truly a privilege and i hope it was everything you were looking for ♡♡♡

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[raccoonfallsharder]

i got tagged in two very similar memes very close together and i am sorry it took so long for me to get to either one of them! i am going to do this one first and then wait a couple days before doing the next so that there will actually be different answers lolll. thank you for tagging me @guardian-angel12 ♡♡ i fucken love these things!

last song: bread for brett ~ the world is a beautiful place & i am no longer afraid to die

favorite color: i just REALLY like light. the idea of iridescence, and luminescence, and schiller effect ~ light reflecting through glass and crystal. but if i have to choose a single beam from the rainbow, it would probably be a deep vibrant indigo, like #2b0082 ~ and i guess both these themes show up in my art a lot lol

last book: fiction ~ Pack Darling by Lola Rock. nonfiction ~ The Assassination of Fred Hampton by Jeffrey Haas. i am a woman of many interests

last movie: i.... feel ridiculous but i think the movie i watched again most recently was guardians of the galaxy volume one. but like, for research purposes! for my.... second gotg rewrite....what

last tv show: project runway lol

sweet/spicy/savory: i like savory-savory things and spicy-savory things and i like sweet things, but i do not like sweet AND savory things.

relationship status: married ♡

last thing googled: "gender neutral names inspired by nature"

looking forward to: going to see a horror movie this weekend (one of my preferred genres!) and finally getting back to dnd in a few weeks, after having paused our campaign since my dad's accident.

current obsession: my new gotg rewrite and my love is blind project (both starring rocket of COURSE)

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Last Song: TR/ST - The Stain

Favorite Color: pastel pink and blue

Last Book: The Snowman by Jo Nesbø and Les Eygletière by Henri Troyat

Last Movie: Monster (2003) with Charlize Theron. i didn’t like it :(

Last TV Show: my friend made me watch the Squid Game with her during the holidays. i found it surprisingly good

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: all of those but at different times of the day

Relationship Statue: single and it doesn’t look like it’s going to change lol

Last Thing Googled: pictures of a mountain lion to show to one of my primary school students

Looking Forward To: eating some kfc chicken at the weekend

Current Obsession: cherik and chocolate pralines

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[raccoonfallsharder]

MARVEL RIVALS… Will you be playing it?! Rocket is a damage + support and omg he was SO FUN to play as!!

i don’t really play games (i know, it’s weird, it’s some fucked-up childhood shit). hence needing to watch a playthrough ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ which i am happy to do if/when a recommendation comes through! the art does look amazing ♡♡

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nsfw masterlist. ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎‬ almost all these fics contain actual smut, but you can find some more smut-free spice on the sfw masterlist. most feature "female" readers (no use of "y/n") with a couple OCs. includes short one-shots, mid-length pieces, and longform fics. please check individual posts for word counts and any additional warnings or context.

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anthology. ✮ | ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎‬ miscellaneous one-shots belonging to no specific collections or series. ratings & gender of reader varies.

adorations. ❤︎‬❤︎‬ 18+ only | f!reader | word count: 4,518. you have a habit of complimenting rocket. he decides to give you plenty of reasons to keep doing so. aka rocket has a praise kink and no-one can convince me otherwise. mcu-based smut with feelings. see post for warnings and context.

Autopilot Systems Check ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,406. reader wakes up in the middle of the night and rocket is nowhere to be found. mcu-based, post-endgame.

fistful of sunlight ✮ fluff | oc!reader | word count: 3,832. after a surprising day of work at the knowhere clinic, princess jazper returns to their home with rocket, only to find that the captain of knowhere has been working on a little surprise of his own. see post for warnings. for @/starriidreams

overheard on the bowie ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 12,973. rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it. see post for warnings.

practice ✩ spice | gn reader | word count: 1,684. EIDOS. you're not quite as good as rocket when it comes to braiding. luckily, he's a kind and benevolent soul who just wants to give you the chance to improve.

tomorrow. ✩ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 2,441. you had a long day at work. rocket decides to comfort you.  no real smut (this was a failed kinktober 2023 fic) but some explicit references to sex acts. unhealthy coping mechanisms. PLEASE check main page for warnings.

warm compress ✮fluff | gn reader | word count: 3,432. you've taken care of rocket when he's been hurt in the past. when he comes to visit you and finds you tired, in pain, and less-than-receptive to company, he decides to return the favor.

autumn comfort collection. autumn coziness. ✮ | ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎ maple sugar & pumpkin-spice for your autumnal reading pleasure. collects three 2024 oneshots: cold hands, warm thighs | mitten aesthetic | bookshop at the end of the universe. ratings & gender of reader varies.

cold hands, warm thighs. ✩ spice | gn reader | word count: 5,122. the best thing about landing on cold planets is the warming-up part afterward. for @/leresq. see post for warnings.

mitten aesthetic. ✮ | ✩ fluff | gn reader | word count: 8,415. when knowhere breaks down in the thneed system, you receive an unexpected visitor. aka, it was a dark and stormy night when a stranger came to your door. for @/leresq.

bookshop at the end of the universe. ❤︎‬ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: pending. rocket wants out — of the rain, and everything else. eidos-game vibes. mild smut. for nonnie. see post for warnings & context.

Blackmail Material. ❤︎‬❤︎18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 30,591. a classic tale of "that fuckin raccoon found your sex toy." post-endgame friends-to-lovers smut with feelings, fluff, & love confessions. see post for warnings and context.

borealis: year one. winter collection. ✮ | ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎ an anthology of various winter-themed/holiday oneshots. gender of reader varies. collects five 2023 winter oneshots. ratings & gender of reader varies.

frostnip. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,880. you teach rocket about appropriate winterwear. mcu-based.

snow & stars. ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 16,450. citing a lack of "team spirit," corporate requires you to attend the annual holiday office party (off the clock, of course) if you want to be eligible for your raise. luckily, the new guy makes things... interesting.

traditions. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 3,368. every winter, rocket comes to your place to celebrate the holidays and take a nap. mcu-based. can be read romantically or platonically. just pure feel-good shit, warm as cocoa and twice as sweet.

ugly sweater. ✩ suggestive! spice | gn reader | word count: 5,196. rocket might make fun of your holiday attire, but he kind of wishes you'd wear it more often.

Winter Across the Galaxy ✩ spice | rocket x f!oc | word count: ?? a super-casual barely-edited oneshot written in response to a reader comment, "Thinking about how Jolie would have reacted to the events in the Holiday Special and laughing." | also part of Window Across the Galaxy.

borealis: year two. winter collection. ✮ | ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎ [WIP] an anthology of various winter-themed/holiday oneshots. gender of reader varies. collects ?? 2024 winter oneshots. ratings & gender of reader varies.

sweet dreams. ✮ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 6,418. rocket comes to visit for his annual winter-holiday-nap. you have some new gifts to offer up. ❅ a sequel to traditions from borealis ❆ year one (but can be read as a standalone). fluffyfluff. for @welcomtothevoid ♡

mistletoe avoidance.✩ spice | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 5,903. rocket's getting sick of all these #@$%ing kisses. ❅ peppermint-sweet winterspice romantic fluff. skottie-young-comics-based.

welcome to the knowhere christmas party. ✩ fluff & low-grade spice | gn reader | word count: 13,251. the worst thing about being a single dad is the number of meddling matchmakers rocket’s gotta deal with during the holidays. that's where you come in. mcu-based, post vol3. romantic fluff with low-grade spice.

kiss me at midnight. ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 24,952. five years' worth of midnights. ❅ mcu-based. takes place during the snap. angsty with a happy ending ~ see the post for emotional & nsfw warnings.

cicatrix . ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 26/40+ | word count: 272,062+. [WIP]a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs. see post for warnings & context.

Domestic Scenes in Space Travel. ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎ f!reader x rocket domestic fluff & smut with feelings. comics-based but you don't need any comics background knowledge to ride this ride. this collection revolves around Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl.

The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl. ❤︎‬❤︎18+ only MDNI | f!reader | 5/5 visits | word count: 37,783. In Rocket Raccoon: Grounded (2016) / Issue #3, Rocket asks a stranger on the ferry to "make sure nobody does anything weird" to him while he naps, and the stranger just, like, abandons him while he's sleeping?? who does that? when a stranger asks you to watch their stuff in a coffee shop, it's a holy obligation. x100 if it's a hot local space pilot trying to catch some Zs on the ferry. get in loser we're gonna fix it. PART ONE.

Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training ❤︎‬❤︎18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 9,853. study night. or: why study when you can seduce your hot local Space Pilot into oral? PART TWO.

Reconnaissance for Beginners: An Instruction Manual ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 14,329. date night. in a gesture of true romance, rocket takes you to a dive bar. of all the stories he's shared with you, his favorites are the ones where he gets saved by the space princess. not that he'd tell you that. loosely based on Rocket (2017): The Blue River Score. PART THREE.

Critical Interview Questions for Potential Crewmates ✩ | ❤︎‬❤︎varies | f!reader | word count: 6,111 - 6,723. you take rocket on a fall-themed date. unbeknownst to you, he also has plans: specifically, to introduce you to some potential roommates. just pumpkin-spiced, apple-scented, maple-flavored FLUFF. see post for clarifying info and context. PART FOUR.

Proof: A Moment in Space ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 1,786. rocket wants something to remember you by while he’s away. just a short little ficlet with no plot whatsoever.

florescence❀ ˖⁺‧₊˚ (a meetgroot) ❤︎‬❤︎18+ only MDNI | f!reader | 5/6 years | word count: 66,402+. [WIP] Rocket & Groot leave their friends behind on Knowhere, despite the latter’s protests, and end up hiding out on a nothing-planet (with a non-extradition policy) at the edge of the Shi’ar Galaxy. It was the flowers that drew you in. mcu-based, slight au, medium-burn, eventual smut. tentative allies to friends to lovers. see post for warnings & context.

headcanons & imagines. ✮ | ✩ various guardians of the galaxy headcanons, imagines, and more. mostly fluff, occasional low-grade spice. gn reader when reader is present.

kinktober 2023. ❤︎‬❤︎ f!reader x rocket. please read all warnings. i am not currently separating these stories out for the NSFW list below because there are too many of them lol.

kinktober 2024. ❤︎‬❤︎ f!reader x rocket. three books based on three erotic flavors. soft & sweet [sunshine, 4 parts]. sultry & spicy [evasive maneuvers, 2 parts]. sensual & shameless [you are cordially invited, 2 parts].

rocket raccoon prompt week. ✮ | ✩ mostly gn!reader x rocket, fluff to low-grade spice. seven short drabbles and oneshots thanks to @/rocketraccoonpromptweek

explosives. ✩ spice | rocket x f!oc | word count: 187. rocket smells nice. pearl has questions.

hurts. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 626. a quiet moment of comfort after a battle with badoons. rocket sees a ghost (it's you).

emotionalistic. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 570. bubbles & other intangible barriers. or, rocket cries during midnights on knowhere.

family. ✮ semi-romantic fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,274. one year ago today, the star children were liberated from the arête. the people of knowhere celebrate.

bite. ✮✩ low-grade spice & fluff | gn reader | word count: 2,266. you run into a familiar stranger at your place of work and end up flirting madly. or, a raccoon walks into a bar.

machinery. ✮ | ✩ semi-romantic angst & fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,946. rocket manipulates you into stealing something for him. what wouldn't you do for a pair of pretty almandine eyes? see post for warnings.

home. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 661. rocket has always considers home to be a place he can never reach. until home reaches for him.

take what you need. ✮ [each chapter is an individual oneshot.] gn reader, fluff & friendship.the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself. rocket bullies you for your own good. accepting requests via reblogs, asks, and tumblr & ao3 comments.

the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. ✮ angst, friendship, fluff | rocket & wanda | word count: ??. During a watch party for Avengers: Endgame on Twitter, Markus revealed the idea to team Wanda with the Guardian of the Galaxy captain actually made it into several versions of the film's script. "We had whole drafts with Wanda on a road trip with Rocket," Markus wrote, "but after the Vision plot in Infinity War, nothing we came up with was anything but wheel spinning for her character." CBR. for hibatasblog ♡

windfall. (a meetgroot) ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | 3/3 parts | word count: 44,521. semi-shy ultrafeminine touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful. see post for warnings & context.

Window Across the Galaxy. ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 27/27 chapters | word count: 235,940. girl falls first; raccoon falls harder. rocket is captured by a ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a xandaran luxury liner. oops. see post for warnings & context.

Window Across the Galaxy Epilogue ✮ fluff | rocket x f!oc | wordcount: ?? rocket and jo get interviewed (briefly) about their perspectives on their relationship.

Winter Across the Galaxy ✩ spice | rocket x f!oc | word count: ?? a super-casual barely-edited oneshot written in response to a reader comment, "Thinking about how Jolie would have reacted to the events in the Holiday Special and laughing." also part of borealis: year one ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆

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꧁･:☁︎⋆. cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂ masterlist

navigation | fiction masterlist 18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 20/40+ | wip | word count: pending.

a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe.

a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

navigation | fiction masterlist ART: pearl portrait | the runabout | rocket & pearl scene (chapter thirteen. heartspur.) | rocket & pearl snuggle | art of chapter one. nemotia. by @frostedwitch | adorable pearl x rocket selfie by @starriidreams | steamy/emotional waterlily pearl x rocket painting by @hibatasblog

inspired by mary shelley’s frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus. enemies-to-lovers (as per frickin’ usual, only one of these idiots think they’re enemies.) while the beginning of this fic is dark and fast-burn, we move to like… slow-burn with intense growing intimacy & healing almost right away. expect a fair amount of action starting around chapter thirteen. and remember: we always get happy endings here.

WARNINGS - please pay attention to all ao3 warnings/tags for every chapter as there are some dark elements (but we will have a happy ending!). enemies-to-lovers (as per frickin’ usual, only one of these idiots think they’re enemies, and tbh the enemy part is pretty short-lived.) this fic is a longform expansion on wyndham; or, the galactic prometheus (day 31) of °˖✧♡kinktober 2023.

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꧁･:☁︎⋆. all chapters collected behind the cut.

RATING KEY fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

chapter one. nemotia.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ wyndham’s bride lands on counterearth just in time to prepare for her wedding. an unexpected guest arrives. ✩ warnings: discussion of non-sexual child abuse and grooming. brief mentions of suicidal ideations. animal/pet death. canon-typical violence.

chapter two. ambedo.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the monster makes his intentions known. wyndham’s bride proposes an addendum. ❤︎❤︎ warnings: arguably one of the darkest chapters. things will get better before the chapter’s end. dubcon (wyndham’s bride is very into it but there’s definitely an argument for coercion here), lots of non-affectionate degradation and name-calling (slut, whore, etc), bad dom/sub dynamics, choking, hair pulling, pussy slapping, spanking, overstimulation. single, brief threat of mutilation. use of claws. continued references to non-sexual child abuse and grooming. animal/pet death. canon-typical violence.

chapter three. rasque.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ a daring escape. ❤︎ warnings: references to the last chapter’s violence. big regrets. sexual fantasies. cutting (to remove a tracking device). some aftercare.

chapter four. anthrodynia. .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the monster regrets. ❤︎ warnings: aftercare. references to chapter two’s violence. regret. sexual fantasies and general horniness. references to food restriction/dieting.

chapter five. o'erpine. .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ a conflict arises. a series of truths come out. ✩ warnings: a few descriptions of physical nausea/pre-vomiting. it’s been less than a day since chapter two so we’ve still got a lot of regret to process. descriptions of leftover physical pain and references to some of the rough/hate-sex from chapter two. discussion of non-sexual child abuse and controlling behaviors/manipulation. discussion of pet death and intentionally self-inflicted allergic reactions. brief flashbacks to lylla’s execution.

chapter six. lockheartedness.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl and the monster get to know one another. a little bit. ✩ warnings: leftover regret. descriptions of child abuse/grooming (specifically gaslighting, blaming, and pet/animal death).

chapter seven. starlorn. .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl pleads her case. ✩ warnings: self-injury (biting), continued references to grooming and confinement. rocket’s explicit running commentary and the faintest whisper of d/s vibes. brief mention of bondage.

chapter eight. keep. .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the monster dreams. pearl makes a den. ✩ warnings: references to canonical medical trauma. as usual, rocket’s a degenerate.

chapter nine. mal de coucou.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl and the monster make landing-plans. pearl gets a massage from her survivor. ❤︎ warnings: description of hand surgery/butchery. massages and the resulting fantasies. 

chapter ten. querinous.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket and pearl go shopping on cyxlore. ✩ warnings: just rocket's anxiety.

chapter eleven. hailbound.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl adopts a stray. rocket falls for a sovereign. ✩ warnings: still just rocket's anxiety.

chapter twelve. ochisia.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket decides to make sure pearl doesn't think she can replace him. ❤︎ warnings: guided masturbation. mild exhibitionism/voyeruism. praise. light d/s vibes.

chapter thirteen. heartspur.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket and pearl get into a fight. rocket shares a secret. ✩ warnings: canon-typical violence against animals. brief description of surgical violence. rocket’s a real piece of work.

chapter fourteen. ghough.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl teaches rocket and groot about abilisks. rocket helps her relieve some stress. ❤︎ warnings: talk of genocide and wyndham’s other experiments. grinding, dirty talk, praise. mentions of gagging (with panties). slight degradation/use of the terms “slut”/“whore” (affectionate).

chapter fifteen. soufrise.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl teaches rocket to speak groot. ✩ warnings: would it even be a rocket fanfic without a lil post-orgasm angst?

chapter sixteen. craxis.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl considers the problem of sovereign. ❤︎❤︎ warnings: smutty-smut while rocket wears his cute lil goggles. cockwarming. dirty-talk. praise. mentions of gagging and one light spank. use of “slut”/”whore” (affectionate). aftercare.

chapter seventeen. keyframe.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ a raccoon, a girl, and a kylosian walk into a sovereign throneroom. ✩ warnings: brief glimpses into rocket’s typically-filthy thoughts, pearl’s anxiety, and wyndham’s dickishness.

chapter eighteen. attriage.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl is a brat. ❤︎❤︎ warnings: so much smut. cunnilingus, d/s vibes, praise, slight degradation, use of “slut”/“whore”/"brat" (affectionate). edging, mentions of pussy-slapping. playful bites. overstim. aftercare. maybe a lil bit of top-drop.

chapter nineteen. tiris.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket and pearl develop something of a tradition. the trio argues, and the kylosian has a request. ✩ warnings: rocket’s a degenerate. dirty-talk and teasing while panty-shopping, with the threat of being overheard. brief description of fantasies. angst.

chapter twenty. foilsick. .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket is outnumbered. the abilisks arrive. ✩ warnings: bit of a panic attack, complete with a lot of angst and self-loathing. mentions of past self-harm.

chapter twenty-one. puntkick.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ diplomacy is attempted. ✩ warnings: heightened trauma-related anxiety. general insecurity.

chapter twenty-two. falesia.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl is punished. ❤︎‬❤︎ warnings: continued trauma-related anxiety & general insecurity. smutty-smut with a safeword discussion, d/s vibes, “punishment” (affectionate), nipple play (discussion of clamps), and orgasm control/delay. followed by soft romantic sex with a tiny bit of overstim, && tons of dirty talk as per frickin’ usual.

chapter twenty-three. xeno.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the high evolutionary's flawless pearl chats with the daughter of thanos. ✩ warnings:  pearl’s still dealing with the triggering environment of the dreadnought. mentions of torture.

chapter twenty-four. nighthawk.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl gets lost. rocket finds her. ✩ warnings: abuse against animals, discussion of torture and surgery. angst & trauma. tiny bit of rocket being a degenerate.

chapter twenty-five. kairosclerosis.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the crew finds peace on alon-gim, but all things are temporary. ❤︎❤︎ warnings: cunnilingus, begging, rocket’s fantasies, fellatio. a fight + angst. rocket can’t let himself be happy for long.

chapter twenty-six. nodrophobia.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the crew travels to knowhere. the experience is explosive. ✩‬ [NEW 11/14] warnings: this chapter uses descriptive imagery that may be reminiscent of residential and urban environments impacted by bombings, warfare, or natural disasters like earthquakes. 

chapter twenty-seven. la gaudière.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ someone steals from the collector. ✩‬ [est mid feb] warnings: headwounds and near-death experiences. regret and angst. woundcare. some comfort. this chapter uses descriptive imagery that may be reminiscent of residential and urban environments impacted by bombings, warfare, or natural disasters like earthquakes.

chapter twenty-eight. anderance .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ bathtime confessions. ✩‬ [est late feb] warnings: angst & comfort. woundcare. discussion of animal surgery & medical torture. 

chapter twenty-nine. amoransia.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the crew collects on a xeronian bounty. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter thirty. dolorblindness.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl uncovers a lie. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter thirty-one. mauerbauertraurigkeit.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket hates having feelings. nebula... empathizes. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter thirty-two. holiette. heartmoor. .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the crew drops groot off on planet x. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter thirty-three. heartworm.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the dreadnought lands on fron. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter thirty-four. etherness. .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ siblings of all varieties are reunited. nebula reveals a secret. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter thirty-five. evertheless.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl comforts rocket. rocket is certain that this is as good as it gets. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter thirty-six. immerensis.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ you are cordially invited to a ravager wedding. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings: angst and heartbreak.

chapter thirty-seven. fellchaser.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ he's coming. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter thirty-eight. hubilance. ⋆☁︎ :･꧂ nebula says goodbye. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter thirty-nine. tillid.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ allies arrive. the war begins. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter forty. antiophobia.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket finally stops acting like a moron. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter forty-one. suente.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ a trap isn't a trap if you know it's a trap — it's a face off. unless it's a betrayal. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter forty-two. suerza. beloiter.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ . [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

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Safe For Work Masterlist

navigation | full fanfiction masterlist | headcanons & imagines collections masterlist | nsfw fanfiction masterlist | art

(reminder: it's rocket raccoon all the time)

below you'll find sfw rocket fanfics! ♡ they're mostly one-shots featuring gn readers (no use of "y/n"), though there are a few exceptions. this list is organized alphabetically, with word count noted. stories range from very platonic to fairly suggestive/spicy. please check individual posts for any additional warnings or context.

(still figuring out how to arrange the main masterlist because i’m close to maxing out my links — which says something shameful about me i think)

all fics are COMPLETE unless otherwise noted.

more detail about what you can expect from my fiction

relevant ratings key: fluff ✮ | spice ✩

check out the navigation & full fanfiction pages for links to future projects and expected updates, other recommended writers in the fandom, my rocket fan art, writing tips, marvel critique, fic previews, new posts, etc ♡

Autopilot Systems Check ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,406. reader wakes up in the middle of the night and rocket is nowhere to be found. mcu-based, post-endgame. | anthology ☾₊‧⁺��⋆

bite. ✮✩ low-grade spice & fluff | gn reader | word count: 2,266. you run into a familiar stranger at your place of work and end up flirting madly. or, a raccoon walks into a bar. | rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

cold hands, warm thighs. ✩ spice | gn reader | word count: 5,122. the best thing about landing on cold planets is the warming-up part afterward. for @/leresq. see post for warnings. | autumn comfort collection.

Critical Interview Questions for Potential Crewmates ✩ | ❤︎❤︎ varies | f!reader | word count: 6,111 - 6,723. you take rocket on a fall-themed date. unbeknownst to you, he also has plans: specifically, to introduce you to some potential roommates. just pumpkin-spiced, apple-scented, maple-flavored FLUFF. sfw & nsfw versions are side-by-side as two chapters in the same ao3 work (they are basically identical so there is no need to read both.) see post for clarifying info and context | part four of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel ✩°｡ ⋆

emotionalistic. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 570. bubbles & other intangible barriers. or, rocket cries during midnights on knowhere. | rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

explosives. ✩ spice | rocket x f!oc | word count: 187. rocket smells nice. pearl has questions. | rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊ collection.

family. ✮ semi-romantic fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,274. one year ago today, the star children were liberated from the arête. the people of knowhere celebrate. | rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

fistful of sunlight ✮ fluff | oc!reader | word count: 3,832. after a surprising day of work at the knowhere clinic, princess jazper returns to their home with rocket, only to find that the captain of knowhere has been working on a little surprise of his own. see post for warnings. for @/starriidreams | anthology ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

frostnip. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,880. you teach rocket about appropriate winterwear. mcu-based. i think. this might change. | see borealis: year one ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆ for warnings & context.

home. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 661. rocket has always considers home to be a place he can never reach. until home reaches for him. | rocket prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

hurts. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 626. a quiet moment of comfort after a battle with badoons. rocket sees a ghost (it's you). | rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

machinery. ✮ | ✩ semi-romantic angst & fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,946. rocket manipulates you into stealing something for him. what wouldn't you do for a pair of pretty almandine eyes? see post for warnings. | rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

mistletoe avoidance. ✩ spice | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 5,903. rocket's getting sick of all these #@$%ing kisses. ❅ peppermint-sweet winterspice romantic fluff. skottie-young-comics-based. | borealis: year two

mitten aesthetic. ✮ | ✩ fluff | gn reader | word count: 8,415. when knowhere breaks down in the thneed system, you receive an unexpected visitor. aka, it was a dark and stormy night when a stranger came to your door. for @/leresq. | autumn comfort collection.

practice ✩ spice | gn reader | word count: 1,684. you're not quite as good as rocket when it comes to braiding. luckily, he's a kind and benevolent soul who just wants to give you the chance to improve. see post for warnings | anthology ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

take what you need. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: varies.[each chapter is an individual, complete oneshot.] the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself. rocket bullies you for your own good. accepting requests via reblogs, asks, and tumblr & ao3 comments.

the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. ✮ angst, friendship, fluff | rocket & wanda | word count: ??. During a watch party for Avengers: Endgame on Twitter, Markus revealed the idea to team Wanda with the Guardian of the Galaxy captain actually made it into several versions of the film's script. "We had whole drafts with Wanda on a road trip with Rocket," Markus wrote, "but after the Vision plot in Infinity War, nothing we came up with was anything but wheel spinning for her character." CBR. for hibatasblog ♡

sweet dreams. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 6,418. a sequel to traditions from borealis ❆ year one (but can be read as a standalone). rocket comes to visit for his annual winter-holiday-nap. you have some new gifts to offer up. ❅ this is just pure fluffyfluff, twice as soft and sweet as a half-melted marshmallow in a cocoa-cup. | borealis: year two ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆

traditions. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 3,368. every winter, rocket comes to your place to celebrate the holidays and take a nap. mcu-based. can be read romantically or platonically. just pure feel-good shit, warm as cocoa and twice as sweet. | borealis: year one ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆

ugly sweater. ✩ suggestive! spice | gn reader | word count: 5,196. rocket might make fun of your holiday attire, but he kind of wishes you'd wear it more often. | see borealis: year one ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆ for warnings & context.

warm compress ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 3,432. you've taken care of rocket when he's been hurt in the past. when he comes to visit you and finds you tired, in pain, and less-than-receptive to company, he decides to return the favor. see post for warnings. | anthology ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

welcome to the knowhere christmas party. ✩ fluff & low-grade spice | gn reader | word count: 13,251. the worst thing about being a single dad is the number of meddling matchmakers rocket’s gotta deal with during the holidays. that's where you come in. mcu-based, post vol3. romantic fluff with low-grade spice. see post for more warnings. | borealis: year two ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆

Winter Across the Galaxy ✩ spice | rocket x f!oc | word count: ?? a super-casual barely-edited oneshot written in response to a reader comment, "Thinking about how Jolie would have reacted to the events in the Holiday Special and laughing." | Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ. | borealis: year one ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆

what's on the horizon? future projects

fairylight divider & support banners by @/saradika-graphics & raccoon divider by @/thecutestgrotto

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cicatrix.⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter twenty-six. nodrophobia. [NEW 11/14] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 25/40+ | wip | wordcount: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard | navigation chapter twenty-six. nodrophobia. ✩ ART: pearl’s character design | pearl & rocket’s bunk | heartspur scene | chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch| rocket & pearl snuggle | adorable pearl x rocket selfie by @/starriidreams | sexy, evocative waterlily pearl x rocket painting by @/hibatasblog ♡

the crew travels to knowhere. the experience is explosive. see warnings below.

The barstool she’s perched on, right at the counter in the Boot of Jemiah, seems to be the best place to experience it all. If only it weren’t for the low wrenching clench of misery, anyway. “Watch it,” Rocket snaps, tugging her cardigan back over the makeshift holster he’d had her strap around her thigh. “You’re gonna get the frickin’ thing stolen before you even get a chance to use it—”

If I need to use it, she thinks mutinously, but doesn’t say. “Try this,” Drax suggests loudly, plunking a giant stein down in front of her. Something that manages to be both tarry and foamy sloshes over the lip. “She don’t need that.” Rocket’s words are sharp. “It’ll peel off her goddamn insides.” She tilts her head and studies it curiously, raising her voice to be heard over the tumult of voices around them. “Really?” “Nah,” says the barkeep distractedly, wiping down the counters with two hands and pouring drinks with the other three. Jemiah himself, pearl remembers. “But I doubt you’ve got the — hey! Shitbags! No feeding the—” He curses, and flips up part of the counter to stalk out toward a mass of gamblers gathered around a table a few strides away. “You ain’t got the constitution for it,” Rocket finishes for him, sneering into his own drink. Pearl stares at the stein longingly, and then swipes a finger through the sludgy foam and pops it in her mouth. And chokes. “It’s good, is it not?” Drax asks eagerly, voice raised over the chaos, and Rocket cackles.

read more on ao3 | masterlist, notes, & moodboard thanks for being patient with me ♡ also i keep playing with these little moodboards so you will see more variations on them all lol

a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

WARNINGS for this chapter: this chapter uses descriptive imagery that may be reminiscent of residential and urban environments impacted by bombings, warfare, or natural disasters like earthquakes.

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

banners & rose dividers by @/saradika-graphics | pearl dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

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need an oc of yours with a tooth gap🙏🙏🙏

ahhh the tooth gap ~ a highly underrated beauty trait. what’s cuter than a gap-toothed smile? the little crooked bites? the tongue tucked against the back of the gap when the person is thinking or laughing?

A+ reminder nonnie thankyou ♡♡♡

if you’re asking about me drawing other people’s OCs and wanting to see one with a tooth gap, i’m mentally composing a portrait of @starriidreams's jazper right now (working on longer pieces is hard these days though so it may take a while, but @starriidreams has their own gorgeous/adorable art of jaz on their blog)

if you’re looking for one of my own OCs ~ meet noa knox, my oc from other duties as assigned ▤✎☕︎ 𝄞°｡♫★.

★♫｡°𝄞☕︎✎▤ other duties as assigned▤✎☕︎ 𝄞°｡♫★ 18+ only | rocket x f!oc | ?? | word count: pending. natasha romanoff is an administrative nightmare - a fact that does not go unnoticed by the (interim) captain of the milano. First she demands that the remaining two guardians of the galaxy be reachable via a primitive terran messaging system, and then she can't be bothered to read the frickin' emails. thank fuck she's hired a new assistant. mcu-based, slight au, begins five months post-snap; rocket x oc email romance/LDR (lol); slow burn + probable smut with feelings.

noa’s story probably won’t start being posted till next spring ‘cause it’s longform and i gotta finish cicatrix first. it’s also been hard to write for two reasons: the story’s extra-personal for me, and i don’t know how it ends yet. but noa’s great. very mom/big-sister-friend, super-organized and capable (to her detriment), a little bit of a nihilist, super-traumatized, very funny (imo), sweet on rocket. some chronic pain/illness she’s dealing with; would like to be anywhere but earth thank you very much. plus she’s got curly hair and a cute tooth gap + very stylish glasses.

thanks for the happy reminder that tooth gaps exist in this world, nonnie. it’s always nice to be reminded of lovely things ♡

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xeno .⋆☁︎:･꧂ preview

[anticipated 10/3] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 22/40+ | wip | wordcount: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard. ART: pearl's character design | pearl & rocket's bunk | heartspur scene | chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch| rocket & pearl snuggle

NEW gift art (i'm CRYING). adorable pearl x rocket selfie from @starriidreams and a sexy, steamy waterlily pearl x rocket painting from @hibatasblog. ♡♡♡ seriously, so so beautiful.

the high evolutionary’s flawless pearl chats with the daughter of thanos.

“Do you like coffee?” pearl asks instead, changing the subject. She purses one corner of her mouth. “Rocket’s looks awful—” “I am Groot,” Groot protests with a gasp. “—and I never learned how to make it from beans, but I could bring you some, if you like. We have juice and—” She hesitates. Would Rocket be okay with her offering it? “And morningtea, if you like.” Her mouth twists to one side. “I can see if the medbay has moonmint in stock—“ The Luphomoid flinches — then face shutters, stoic once more. Even so, her dark eyes stay sealed on pearl as she eats. 

“There are other drinks, as well,” Drax speaks up from behind her. “Asgardian and Sovereign liquors and wines in the officers’ commons, and barrels of ale in one of the cargo holds with other food stores.” He pauses, and even though pearl isn’t looking at him, she can hear the hiccup of his sudden backtracking. “Not that you deserve any of it, Daughter of Thanos.” The Luphomoid finally breaks from her temporary stoicism, rolling her eyes. “Water is fine,” she rasps, and tilts her head. “Didn’t you plan to kill me, anyway?” she demands of Drax. Pearl twists to slant her own eyes sideways up at him.  “I still do,” Drax says fervently — then shrugs. “I will use this time on the Dreadnought to convince Rocket and the Terran princess that I deserve the right to claim your life in retribution for the murders of my wife and my daughter. Ronan should suffer as I have done.” The Luphomoid stares at him, then barks a strange, hoarse sound. “Your plan for revenge on Ronan is to kill me?” Drax inclines his chin. “A family-member for a family-member.” The Luphomoid’s sneer is ugly. “Ronan doesn’t see me as family, you idiot. Ronan doesn’t see anyone as family.” Pearl can see Drax’s stumble, the sudden confusion in his dark eyes. “When you battle with someone at your side, you’re family.” The cyborg scoffs and turns back to her food, and Drax’s brow clears. “I suppose… Ronan is only a puppet after all. The true person I must avenge Ovette and Kamariah against is Thanos.” His eyes narrow. “And you are a Daughter of Thanos.” The Luphomoid rolls her eyes again. “A least-favorite daughter for an only-daughter?” she rasps. Cynicism crackles on the gravelled edge of her voice. “Seems like a bad trade.” Again, Drax falters, and the cyborg takes the last bite of the yaro-root filling, mopping up what remains of Kylosian-spiced gravy. Then she shoves the flex-bowl back across the floor toward pearl and leans upward, peering at the Kylosian. “Get me out of these chains and off this ship,” she hisses through her teeth, “and I’ll take you to Thanos’ most-favorite daughter.”

from chapter twenty-three. xeno. ✩ ‬ cicatrix masterlist.⋆☁︎:･꧂

a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

WARNINGS for this chapter: pearl’s still dealing with the triggering environment of the dreadnought. mentions of torture.

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

banners & rose dividers by @/saradika-graphics pearl dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

[raccoonfallsharder]

cicatrix.⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter twenty-five. kairosclerosis. [NEW 10/24] ❤︎❤︎

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 25/40+ | wip | wordcount: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard | navigation chapter twenty-five. kairosclerosis. ❤︎❤︎ ART: pearl’s character design | pearl & rocket’s bunk | heartspur scene | chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch| rocket & pearl snuggle | adorable pearl x rocket selfie by @/starriidreams | sexy, evocative waterlily pearl x rocket painting by @/hibatasblog ♡

the crew finds peace on alon-gim, but all things are temporary. see warnings below.

“You’re really pushing this whole brat thing,” he drawls, though it’s a lie. Everytime she shows that thread of a backbone, he just wants to reward her. Twice as much when her pupils bloom in her moonsilver irises: little lovely eclipses, like they are right now. She licks her lower lip, and it glistens like it’s waiting to be bitten. “You could… punish me again?” she suggests breathily, her lashes suddenly heavy on her eyes. 

For fuck’s sake, he thinks. The only reason he doesn’t think he must’ve died and gone to some kind of heaven is because he knows he’d never deserve one of the better afterlifes. “I could,” he agrees, all mock-consideration. “Maybe tie you up, nice and tight. Gag you with those panties, finally.” She shifts under the covers — rubbing her thighs together, he thinks. He tries not to groan.  “Or,” she offers cautiously, like she thinks he’s going to say no to whatever’s about to come out of her gorgeous mouth, “you could teach me to kiss you.” Her cheeks are scintillating-bright and his own eyes flare down to hers, locking on to those blown-out, starless pupils. “To, uhm—” Her face screws up, like she’s trying to remember something she’d heard, once. “—to suck your dick.” For fuck’s sake.

read more on ao3 | masterlist, notes, & moodboard AHHHHH THE ANGST SO SORRY

a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

WARNINGS for this chapter: cunnilingus, begging, rocket’s fantasies, fellatio. a fight + angst. rocket can’t let himself be happy for long.

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

banners & rose dividers by @/saradika-graphics | pearl dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

[raccoonfallsharder]

cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter twenty-three. xeno. [NEW 10/3] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 23/40+ | wip | wordcount: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard. | chapter twenty-three. xeno. ✩ ART: pearl's character design | pearl & rocket's bunk | heartspur scene |chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch| rocket & pearl snuggle

NEW gift art (STILL CRYING). adorable pearl x rocket selfie by @starriidreams steamy/emotional waterlily pearl x rocket painting by @hibatasblog

the high evolutionary’s flawless pearl chats with the daughter of thanos.

“Please, Rocket,” she says softly. “She needs to eat. Or at least,” she hesitates, “I need to make sure she has the opportunity.” His eyes hold hers — red as magma and equally warm, melting against her as he scrutinizes her. Then he sighs dramatically. “Nothing sharp,” he tells her. “Flex-dishware and utensils only.” He scowls. “Can’t even have you take a weapon ‘cause she’d probably get it outta your hands in two seconds flat.” Pearl offers a tentative smile. “I don’t need a weapon when I have Groot.” Rocket looks at Groot pointedly, right as the Taluhnisan chomps on a mouthful of leaves growing off his own arm. Her survivor’s brow creases painfully and he casts her a withering glare. 

“Take the Destroyer, too,” he decides, his voice grim as he turns cabin to the starshield and glides them smoothly through another jump. “Me?” Drax says, sounding startled and pleased. Pearl winces. She likes the Kylosian, but his plans for the Luphomoid make her nervous. “I thought you didn’t trust him.” “I don’t,” Rocket says flatly, and Drax lets out a wounded gasp.  “But we are friends—“ “But I do believe he’ll kill her if she acts up.” Drax pauses in his protests, then squares his shoulders proudly. “That is true.” “It’ll be hard to have a real conversation with her if she’s feeling threatened.” She tries to sound coaxing. Rocket only snorts. “Making sure she don’t feel threatened is not a frickin’ priority for me,” he says drily.

read more on ao3 | masterlist, notes, & moodboard welp this is just sad

a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

WARNINGS for this chapter: pearl’s still dealing with the triggering environment of the dreadnought. mentions of torture.

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

banners & rose dividers by @/saradika-graphics | pearl dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

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doodle queue

let me love your OCs! art masterlist | navigation | fiction masterlist your OCs masterlist | rocket art | my OCs

to request a doodle, read and reblog this post. (currently closed) let me love your OCs masterlist | main masterlist

doodle requests are currently closed.

i reserve the right to choose & reorganize my queue based on wherever inspiration strikes (it's not that i don't like your OC ~ it's just that my creativity is a fickle thing and my brain chews on whatever it wants to chew on. i have no control.). i do tend to most enjoy drawing humanoid femmes with reckless hair in the gotg fandom, so they will probably get priority. bonus when they have a thing for raccoons.

in the meantime, here's the queue! (they may or may not happen in this order):

J'me for @caesarhamato22 ✓

Erit (Eri/Chilli!) for @hipothermia ✓

Dr Meti Geer for @luci-j ✓

Petra Quill + Rocket for @hibatasblog ✓

Tessa Udonta for @guardian-angel12 ✓

J'me + Rocket for @caesarhamato22 ✓

Princess Jazper for @/starriidreams ~ WIP

Ember + Rocket for @/thirteens-lucky-tardis ~ WIP

?? for @/frostedwitch

Lyubov Balkier for @/pa1kaa-toto

Blue for @/blueraptorrk800

Mary Quill for @/menacinglemon

I want to do another redraw of Ember, Dori, Rose, Fleuret, Petra, and Moon, so they may be interspersed in here as well. we'll see what happens!

j’me, erit, dr meti geer | petra quill, tessa udonta, j’me |

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june aspirations

saturday, june 1: cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂chapter twelve. ochisia. ❤︎

tuesday, june 4: the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. [headcanon part four] ✮

friday, june 7: cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂chapter thirteen. heartspur. ✩

tuesday, june 11: the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. [headcanon part five] ✮

friday, june 14: ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ fistful of sunlight [oneshot for @starriidreams ] ✮✩ tumblr machinery from rocket prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊ ✮✩ ao3 crosspost

tuesday, june 18: the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. [headcanon part six] ✮

friday, june 21: cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂chapter fourteen. ghough. ❤︎

tuesday, june 25: the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. [headcanon part seven] ✮

friday, june 28: cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂chapter fifteen. soufrise. ✩

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎ | much smut ❤︎❤︎

other things i'm working on for july and beyond...

warm compress ☾.༊·˚⋆⭒[oneshot] ✮

cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ chapter sixteen. craxis. ❤︎❤︎ chapter seventeen. keyframe. ✩ chapter eighteen. attriage. ❤︎‬❤︎‬

florescence❀, chapter five year four: formation. ❤︎❤︎

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall, part three: candied apples. ❤︎❤︎

･:*𑁍✧˚₊ overheard on the bowie. oneshot. ❤︎❤︎ ︎

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. [taking requests] ✮

other future projects