struggles to come to terms with the loss that he’s suffered, the reader and
Groot try to be there for him.
Peter Quill x Reader
How long does it take to grieve the loss of a
It was an
impossibly complex question that came to you in the simplest of ways when Groot
shimmied up onto your shoulder, peaked through your hair and sighed, “I am
You held your hand out to him so that he could
jump into it and held him out in front of you, “I know that you want him
to feel better Groot but we have to be patient. Quill is going through a lot now;
we just have to be there for him. Okay, baby?”
He nodded and you put him back on your shoulder
so that he could curl up against your neck as you both watched the empty
doorway that Quill had fled through.
It had been a couple of weeks since Yondu had
passed, a man that you admittedly had mixed feelings about, but it had obvious
to you that there was more to how he treated Quill than the latter understood.
You’d known Yondu since you were small, your father was the Captain of another
Ravanger crew and he made a point to see you as often as possible, on occasion
he brought others with him like Yondu. But you’d not known about Quil’s
existence until many years later and even that was by accident when you’d
confused their Ravanger ship for your fathers.
There was an instant friendship between you, he
was cheeky and protective and not afraid to ruffle your feathers just because
of who your dad was, maybe that was why you didn’t tell your Dad that Yondu had
broken the Ravanger law of no children, because you feared what could happen to
Quill if you did.
But you stayed in sparse communication until
your Terran friend decided to go out into the Galaxy on his own, you caught up
with him and travelled together until you met the rest of your little messed up
Still, however he had felt before, Quill was
struggling to come to terms with losing the man who had tried his best to do
right by him, even if it hadn’t seemed that way at the time. You’d been travelling
towards Xandar when a Ravanger ship passed you; they’d stopped and then
released another Ravanger funeral salute. The bright colours in respect to
your lost friend had been like a punch to the gut for Quill, he’d quickly made
his excuses and left.
"Big baby.“ Rocket mocked but his
voice was heavy with sadness, his heart wasn’t in it.
You leaned down to where he sat next to you and
gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze before leaving after Quill.
You didn’t bother knocking on Quill’s door,
you’d been friends so long that it was an ongoing joke about your lack of
privacy with each other. He was sprawled on his bed flicking through songs on
his zoon but the headphones dangled idly down beside his arm.
"Room for a couple of little ones?”
You asked softly, afraid to break the quiet of the room.
“I am Groot.” Groot added from your
He nodded and placed his zoon down on the side
table and budged over so that you could crawl onto the bed beside him. You lay
on your side so that you could face him and Groot ran down your arm, jumped
onto Quill’s arm and ran up towards his face.
“I am Groot.” He said tenderly and
patted Quill’s cheek with his tiny hand.
“Thank you Groot.” He mumbled and
rubbed his red eyes. It was still guesswork for Quill, trying to understand the
things that Groot meant but he was getting better at it, it gave him something
to focus on. “Wanna talk about it?” You asked, even
though you were fairly sure on the answer.
Quill sucked in a breath as he rubbed his finger
up and down Groot’s back, “That’s pretty much the last thing that I
want.” He said, his eyes welling again. Groot
noticed and let out an upset squeak, sometimes it was hard to remember that he
was just a baby.
"C'mon, come here.“ You mumbled and
gently maneuvered yourself to lie on your back and pulled Quill until he rolled
over and rested his head on your chest. Humming softly, you rubbed his back.
His body shook with each sob pressed into your chest; his hands twisted your
shirt as he clung to you, tears soaking into your shirt. Groot sat on his neck, his small hands brushing
Quill’s sideburns and offering his cheek a plethora of tiny, loving kissing.
It was a few minutes until Quill sniffed and
wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt before following the outline of
tears that he’d left on your chest with his finger. His voice was thick,
"You must think that I’m being such a dork.”
“Oh yeah, the biggest dork.” You
teased and hugged him closer, “Star Dork.”
“I am Groot.” Groot chirped from his
seat on Quill’s neck. “Hey! I didn’t deserve that.” Quill
said, his voice full of mock hurt and real tears, he reached one arm up so that
he could tickle Groot with one finger. Groot giggled, high pitched and childlike, in
Quill’s ear before falling from the man’s neck and onto your stomach.
“Well that’s just not fair now is it,
Groot?” You asked and his shook his tiny head, “We’re just going to
have to get him.”
“Don’t you dare!” Quill managed to
choke out before you’d flipped both of you over, straddled him and held him
down with his arms across his chest. Groot frantically ran up and down his
sides tickling him.
Quill bucked and tried to throw you off,
shouting that this was a mutiny but that only made Groot more excitable. You
all froze when the bedroom door opened and Drax stood watching you all, you
could only imagine how it must have looked, you holding down red faced Peter
while Groot squealed excitedly.
“I didn’t see anything.” Drax mumbled,
turning ready to leave. “Sorry we can’t take that risk,” you
grinned, “Get him Groot!”
Groot jumped down from the bed and ran after the
giant warrior screaming, Drax for his part pretended to be scared and ran. Drax
must have made a wonderful father. Laughing you fell back off of Quill and onto the
bed side him; gently you took his hand in yours and gave it a light squeeze.
He’d stopped crying but his eyes were red.
“I bet I look so hot right now.” He
joked and wiped at his eyes again.
“Nah you’re pretty much always stomach
churning, like just so ugly.” You teased and he squatted at your arm with
his spare hand. After a moment in silence you asked, “Do
you want me to leave you alone for a while?”
He shook his head and squeezed your hand back,
“We should probably go save Drax from Groot.”
Quill stood, fixed his hair in the broken mirror
above his bedside table and threw one of his shirts at you. It hit you in the
face and you gave him the finger in response, you stopped his laugher to give
him a questioning look and he gestured on his own chest where you had the wet
patch from his tears.
You quickly changed, as Ravanger kids and good
friends you’d gotten changed in front of one another untold times. The pair of
you followed the sounds of shouting around the ship until you found Groot sat
on of the chairs crying and holding his hand as though it hurt and Drax and
Rocket brawling on the floor.
“You’re Captain, you can deal with those
two idiots.” You laughed and sidestepped the fighting to pick up Groot and
kiss his hand better. He grinned at you and took residence on your shoulder
while you watched Quill threaten to fetch Gamora if Drax and Rocket didn’t
You never really finish grieving for loved ones,
but it helps to have other people that you adore around you, even if they do
make a mess of your ship.
Every time Quill and
the reader try to sneak off for some private time Groot thinks they’re playing
hide and seek, Rocket might have something to do with it.
Peter Quill x Reader
“Finally.” Quill breathed against your lips, he pulled your
body against him, his fingers dug into your hips. You sighed into him, reaching up to wind your
fingers through his hair as you kissed. He nudged you back against the wall of
the closest that you were hiding in and you giggled at the childishness of you
both having to sneak off in the ship for some privacy.
None of the team had been surprised that you and Quill had
decided to give a relationship a go, it seemed they were just relieved to not
have to suffer watching you both dance around the subject. Well, Rocket was
surprised that Quill had grown from balls to make a move but that was another
Your relationship, though new, suited you both like a second
skin. It didn’t get in the way of your missions but you finally got to enjoy
each other the way that you’d both always wanted too. In fact the only problem
that you had to deal with at the moment was Groot.
The little shit.
You loved him, he was your little twig baby, but he would
not give you and Quill any privacy
and it was starting to get testing. Quill did not suffer well with having the
object of his affections so close but not being able to whisk you away. You
felt the same but were just better at hiding it.
Groot had managed to interrupt you in your room, Quill’s
room, the weapon room, the Captain’s seat, Rockets room, and the bathroom. Even
in the forests of a planet that you were visiting.
Quill was pushing your shirt down from your shoulder and
following the path with his lips when the door creaked open and Groot grinned
up at you from the floor.
“I am Groot!” He announced jumping from one foot to the other.
“Yes you did find us sweetie.” You tried to smile, “We’ll be out in a minute.”
He ran off back into the ship leaving the door open.
Quill dropped his head onto your shoulder, “Next time I
don’t care if he’s there or not. Call it Sex Ed.”
You gently smoothed his hair back through your fingers and kissed the side of
his head, “He’s just a baby.”
“He’s a warrior.” Quill countered into your shoulder unwilling to lose the
moment of closeness.
“He’s both, it’s not his fault.” You said, “Least it’s not Drax catching us,
he’d want to talk about it.”
“Oh my god, could you imagine.” Quill laughed. He kissed
your shoulder again before finally standing straight and pulling your shirt
back up again. He leaned down to give you a kiss and you caught his lip between
He groaned, “Don’t do that or Groot will see more than he
“That a promise?” You teased. He reached for your hips again but you jumped out
of his reach and ran back into the ship with a giggle.
You were sat with Groot on your shoulder talking to Drax
about one of his past battles when Quill stomped his way into the room and
dropped himself down in his chair, his scowl firmly in place.
Drax paused his regaling to ask, “What’s troubling Quill?”
“He’s just a bit frustrated.” You said and Drax seemed to accept it and
continued with his story. You smiled over at Quill and the frustration of his
features faded away with a wink in your direction.
Rocket, who had been sat close by listening to your
conversation, spun around in his chair and interrupted Drax, “Frustrated is the
right word, ain’t that right Y/N?”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “Don’t test me Rocket.”
“What do you mean?” Drax asked him.
“Sexual frustration Drax, these two can’t get any peace.” Rocket laughed.
Hearing the conversation, Quill came to stand next to you
and playfully poked Groot on your shoulder, “Can we not talk about our sex
“I will never understand why you’re so squeamish and do not talk about such
things. It is a beautiful act.” Drax said shaking his head.
“We’re not talking about it because it might upset some people.”
You told him and side eyed Groot who sat on your shoulder playing with your
hair. You didn’t want him to feel bad about interrupting you and Quill, he was
just a child trying to play.
“I am Groot.” He said to you.
“Are you serious?” You asked him.
Groot nodded, “I am Groot.”
“What is it?” Quill asked you as your face reddened.
“Rocket I am going to fucking kill you.” You snapped, “He told Groot that when
we disappear off together we’re ‘playing hide and seek’.”
“You fucker!” Quill yelped, his voice breaking slightly.
Rocket through his head back laughing, “It’s been so funny! You should see your
Drax pointed at you, “You both look so stupid!” He bellowed and started a deep
“I am Groot.” He said softly in your ear and you gently took
him in your hands and held him out in front of you.
“No Groot, you don’t have to be sorry, me and Quill have a lot of fun playing
with you.” You told him and gently kissed his cheek.
Quill rubbed the top of Groot’s head, “Yeah bud, we’ll play hide and seek with
you any time you want, just ask next time please.” He grinned and Groot
“Now,” Quill started and held his hands out for Groot to
jump into and then brought Groot up to his face, “Groot I need you to do me a
favour and get Drax and Rocket.”
Groot turned in Quill’s hand, his eyes narrowed as he yelled and jumped at Drax
who yelled and tried to swat him away.
You barely got a moment to laugh though as Quill was already
guiding you down the hall to his bedroom, pulling off both of your clothes as