make it so he'll never hurt you again
Pairing: Gamora x Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Requested: “Hola! Hope your having a amazing weekend! May I request a Gamora blurb in where Gamora has a nightmare and reader finds out and comforts her (Maybe inviting her to sleep with R in bed nonsexually?”
Summary: Sometimes, Gamora wishes more than anything else that the universe could be rid of her father.
Warnings: Descriptions of a nightmare, descriptions of injury
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“Oh, daughter,” he chuckled harshly in that low, rumbling timbre. “Don’t tell me you actually thought you could escape me. I expect more of you.”
She couldn’t move - something was clamped down on her limbs and kept her firmly in place. She grunted in exertion from trying to break free, to recoil from the way he held her face in his giant hand momentarily, to find her sword and stab him with it.
At her blatant malice and desire to attack him, Thanos laughed again. It was the sort of laugh a pet owner gave when their angry kitten lashed out but was too small and tucked away safely in its carrier to prevent it from doing any real damage. He stepped back from her and moved across the chamber to a crumpled heap of a body. To her horror, he lifted you by grabbing the back collar of your flight jacket and dragged you to her. He dropped you again at her feet.
“You think you belong with her? With a team? Where’s your team - your friends - now?”
She knew deep down that half of them were safe. Probably a little beaten-up, but sent away somewhere. The others were already dead. You were the last one still alive and here. He wanted to make a point with you.
He raised his double-edged sword.
“No!” she shouted. “Don’t! Please, please don’t—”
You weakly raised your head and looked up at her as she begged for your life. Your face was bloodier than she’d ever seen, and she’d seen you in plenty of scraps before. “It’s okay, Gamora. ‘Sokay. I love—”
She jolted awake, her body ramrod straight on her bed and her skin cool with sweat. Her hands flew to cover her mouth as she started hyperventilating at what she’d seen in that nightmare. She couldn’t go back to sleep now. Maybe she wouldn’t be able to sleep for the next week.
She got out of bed and left her room. Someone was on watch right now. She couldn’t remember who, just that it wasn’t her. An overwhelming part of her hoped it wasn’t you. If she had to see you again, she might have felt sick. Even if your face was unmarred by wounds as it was when she last saw you before heading to bed, the image of what he did to you in that dream would stick with her for a long time.
Unfortunately, luck was very clearly not with her that night. You were sitting in the cockpit. She always moved quietly enough that if she left, you wouldn’t be any the wiser. But when she saw you from the back, she found herself walking forward. Maybe it was because as much as she dreaded what was in her nightmare, she wanted to make sure you were actually okay.
She put her hand on your shoulder, and you turned around in surprise. Surprise became your normal smile when you saw her, which then changed to worry. “Hey. What’s wrong?”
“Bad dream,” she said, trying to forget any of the details of what she’d seen. She sat in the seat next to yours and stared up at the stars.
You didn’t ask for any details of what was in her dream. It was clear to you that she didn’t want to talk about it. So you looked up at the stars with her in silence. Eventually, you asked, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
The light of the stars reflected in her dark brown eyes. She wrapped her arms around herself. “I don’t know.”
“Can I try?”
She nodded.
You got up and headed back into the ship, disappearing for a couple minutes. When you came back, your arms were full of pillows and thick blankets. She recognized the blankets from that time the elders of a planet the Guardians saved paid for your troubles in part by giving you some of their softest and most comfortable blankets. None of the Guardians had ever really used them since few of you were really used to comfort, but you had insisted on storing them somewhere. You laid out some of the blankets on the cockpit floor. There was plenty of space between the seats for the two of you to sit on the floor and still keep watch. You gestured for her to get up, and she did so.
“Lay down,” you said, setting a couple pillows on the blanketed floor in front of you.
She was reluctant, but she did that, too. Once that was done, you tucked her in with the last blanket, and it felt smooth and cool against her skin. Satisfied, you sat perpendicular to her, your legs out in front of you and to her left. You used one hand to brace you sitting up, and with the other, you gently combed her hair back from her face with your fingers. It felt nice. She still didn’t want to fall asleep again, but she could relax a little more easily.
“Do you want to know what was in my dream?”
“Only if you want to tell me.”
She smiled slightly at that, appreciative of how you respected her. Her smile faded, though, as she went over the broad strokes of what happened. “My father found us, and he killed you. And he got me. For good.”
You were silent when she said that, but you still kept your fingers running through her hair. She lifted her chin to look up at you behind her and saw you worrying your bottom lip. Reaching up, she tapped a finger on your bottom lip the way she always did when she caught you doing that. Your eyes focused on her again.
“Maybe we should go back to Xandar and get the Power Stone back,” you said, surprising her.
“Why?”
“So we can get the others before he does. Then we can kill him. Make it so he’ll never hurt you again.” Your voice was hard, but your gaze was tender as you looked down at her.
The intensity of the way you looked at her made her swallow thickly. She knew you loved her, but sometimes when she felt that love, felt a healthy and nurturing kind of love she hadn’t known since her mother died, it made her nervous. So, she put on a wry smile and joked, “Yeah, but then Drax and Nebula would fight over who gets to deliver the killing blow.”
Sensing her hesitation, you smiled back. “Yeah, it’s not the best plan.”
Neither of you said anything again for the rest of the night. She still didn’t quite fall asleep, but she did close her eyes and drift off a bit, lulled by your gentle care for her. In the realm between sleep and wakefulness, she almost believed that you and the other Guardians really could manage to defeat him once and for all.
If only it wasn’t just an almost. Wouldn’t that be perfect?
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