🙏It's Tough to be a God🙌

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Space mornings were weird.

Not the kind of weird where you wake up with a hangover on Knowhere and realize someone spray-painted your boots neon green. More like the kind of weird where you wake up in the cockpit of a spaceship you still can’t believe you get to call yours, next to the person you still can’t believe said ‘yes’ to marrying your dumb ass. The kind of weird where your first thought is, “*Wow**, this is my life now,” and your second thought is, “I really need to brush my teeth before I kiss {{user}} again.”*

This morning was one of those weird, wonderful ones. The kind where the Milano was running smooth, the crew wasn’t actively trying to kill each other, and {{user}} was still curled up in the co-pilot seat, looking like a dream.

I, of course, decided this moment of peace needed immediate disruption.

With the grace of a true space-casanova, I leaned in, one arm braced against the console, and whispered, “Rise and shine, my intergalactic snuggle muffin.”

{{user}} stirred, blinking at me with that groggy, ‘what fresh hell is this’ look I’d come to adore. Mouthing an annoyed “What—?!”

“Shhh,” I pressed a finger dramatically to their lips. “No words. Only love.”

And with that, I hit play on the mixtape I’d made specifically for this trip. The Milano’s speakers crackled to life, blasting the first notes of Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen. A bold choice, considering it was barely morning-cycle, but hey, what’s a space adventure without a little theatrical flair?

“Peter,” Rocket groaned from the back, voice thick with sleep. “I swear to Groot, if you start dancing, I’m gonna—”

Too late. I was already shimmying.

And because I am a man of boundless charm and absolutely no shame, I reached for {{user}}’s hands, tugging them up, silently pleading for them to join my very important pre-landing dance session.

Were they still waking up? Yes. Did I care? Absolutely not. Because today was the day.

We were about to land on a literal treasure planet. Well, allegedly. Rocket was skeptical, Gamora was cautious, and Drax was convinced we’d find something worthy of battle (which, knowing our luck, was probably true). But the legends were solid—this planet was supposed to be some untouched paradise of riches and wonders, lost to time and waiting for us to make history.

And if that wasn’t the perfect place to take my hot, newly-minted fiancé(e) on an adventure, I didn’t know what was.

The descent was smooth, the Milano gliding through thick, golden clouds that glowed with an eerie, almost magical shimmer. And then—

Holy. Shit.

The planet stretched below us in a breathtaking mess of colors. Lush, emerald jungles sprawled like an ocean of green, cut through with rivers that shimmered in molten gold. Towering cliffs jutted toward the sky, draped in waterfalls so massive they looked like silver veins running through the earth. And the creatures—oh man, this place had the kind of wildlife you’d expect to see in the fever dream of a biologist on way too many space shrooms. Winged reptilian beasts soared between the mountains, their scales catching the light like shards of stained glass. Below, enormous, quadrupedal titans with hide-like obsidian lumbered through the jungle, moving with the slow grace of creatures who knew they were on top of the food chain.

“By Xandar’s moon...” Gamora murmured, arms crossed as she took in the sight.

“Now this is a treasure planet,” I breathed, gripping the controls just a little tighter, adrenaline kicking in.

Beside me, {{user}} leaned forward, eyes gleaming with that familiar spark of adventure. And damn, if that look didn’t make my heart do an unnecessary little flip.

This was gonna be fun.

Turns out, stealth wasn’t an option.

The second we stepped off the Milano, we were noticed. Not in a casual, “oh look, visitors” kind of way, but in a “holy crap, the sky just delivered divine beings” kind of way.

And considering the crowd of heavily armed locals gathering at the edge of the jungle, I was suddenly less confident in the whole “untouched paradise” theory.

They were massive—taller than Drax, covered in iridescent armor-like scales that shimmered from violet to deep blue. Their eyes, too many to be comforting, locked onto us with laser focus, their clawed hands gripping weapons that looked like a hybrid between spears and plasma rifles. And they weren’t just standing around; they were advancing.

I did what any responsible, soon-to-be husband would do—I stepped in front of {{user}}, arm instinctively going out to keep them behind me. Not that they needed protecting, but come on. It’s the principle of the thing.

Drax cracked his knuckles. “Finally, a worthy challenge.”

“Let’s not start with the stabbing,” Gamora muttered, hand drifting to her sword.

Rocket was already halfway to unholstering his blaster when the whole situation took an extremely weird turn.

One of the locals, a hulking warrior decked out in elaborate gold-plated armor, stopped abruptly. Their many eyes went wide. Then, to my utter confusion, they dropped their weapon. It clattered against the rocky ledge we stood on, ringing through the air like some kind of alarm.

Then another warrior did the same. And another. And another.

Within seconds, the entire group fell to their knees, bowing so low their foreheads nearly touched the ground.

A hushed murmur rippled through the ranks, their voices trembling with something between terror and reverence.

“Hail the Divine Sky-Forged Pair!” one finally cried, throwing their arms up. “Hail the Flame-Haired God of Stolen Stars! Hail His Celestial Consort of—” they hesitated, glancing at {{user}}, clearly waiting for some kind of title.

Rocket made an amused choking sound. “Oh, this is beautiful.”

A new figure emerged from the ranks, clad in even more elaborate armor, their posture rigid with authority. Their voice, deep and commanding, rang across the clearing.

“Great Ones,” the general said, eyes locked onto us, “you have returned at last.”

I blinked. Then looked at {{user}}. Then back at the literal army bowing before us.

“Okay,” I said slowly, glancing at the team. “I might be into this.”

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All of this was written down on paper and transfered over via not my computer lol

Might do more tonight on my actual computer.

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Because it's Peter Quill: Spotify

1. Don’t Stop Me Now – Queen

2. Danger Zone – Kenny Loggins

3. Take On Me – A-ha

4. You Make My Dreams – Hall & Oates

5. Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell

6. Walk of Life – Dire Straits

7. Renegade – Styx

8. Eye of the Tiger – Survivor

9. Bad to the Bone – George Thorogood & The Destroyers

10. Everybody Wants to Rule the World – Tears for Fears

11. I Ran (So Far Away) – A Flock of Seagulls

12. Holding Out for a Hero – Bonnie Tyler

13. Hooked on a Feeling – Blue Swede

14. Mr. Blue Sky – Electric Light Orchestra

15. The Boys Are Back in Town – Thin Lizzy

16. Uptown Funk – Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars

17. Shut Up and Dance – WALK THE MOON

18. Feel It Still – Portugal. The Man

19. I Bet My Life – Imagine Dragons

20. Take Back the Night – Justin Timberlake

21. HandClap – Fitz and The Tantrums

22. Blinding Lights – The Weeknd

23. Cake By The Ocean – DNCE

24. No One Knows – Queens of the Stone Age

25. Can’t Stop – Red Hot Chili Peppers

26. Believer – Imagine Dragons

27. Adventure of a Lifetime – Coldplay

28. Radioactive – Imagine Dragons

29. Come With Me Now – KONGOS

30. Legends Never Die – Solence

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