Fandom One-shots

Blue (Peter Quill x reader)

Type: Sad, Angst, Blood, Gore, Experimentation
Fandom: Avengers
Movie: Guardians Of The Galaxy
Ship: Peter Quill x reader

Warning: This one shot is graphic (not in like a lemon way). It contains graphic descriptions of blood, gore, needles, and other things. Read at own risk.

"You may be different. But different is good." The man tried to talk to you. But you could only hide from him and the rest of the guardians. You turned away and he reached out and took ahold of your blue hand. You tried to tug away but he kept a firm grip, almost forcing you to look at him.

"My name is Peter. What do they call you?"

"You don't want to know what they call me"

•••• Many years before....

"I don't want to go! I don't want to go!"

You cried out as you desperately held onto your mothers hand. Men in yellow suits grabbed your arm and pulled you to the van. Wet tears melted your face away.

"Mommy! Daddy!"

Your parents only scoffed at you, turning around and heading back into their house, slamming the door behind them. You cried out and the men strapped you to a seat in the van and started to drive away. It felt like the drive lasted for hours on end until the roaring of the engines finally stopped.

You were only around 10 years old so you were too innocent to know what they were going to do. They grabbed you and forced you inside of the laboratory. One of the men lay you on a table, quickly putting straps around your arms, legs, neck and stomach, making you unable to move. You could feel a mask behind strapped around your head and over you mouth. Breathing in the gas, you started to feel numb, unable to move a finger. You could still feel everything and you were completely awake, but you had no control on your body.

6 men walked up to you, each holding a syringe in both hands. They split up and you could feel the horrible pain of two needles in both arms, two on both thighs, two on your neck and one in each ear. You screamed under the mask and started to cry again. You could feel your heart stop beating slowly, then stop. Yet, you were still alive. You heart had completely stopped. Your eyes widened as you saw your stomach slowly start to turn blue, then your fingertips started to change to blue and the infection spread across your whole body. It crept up to your face and made your entire scalp and face change color. You cried as the men smiled under their masks. You were now considered the living dead. You were called E-232 when spoken to. Experiment two hundred and thirty two.

You could not help but imagine the other two hundred and thirty one children who have died in the process you just endured. You tended to think about it a lot when you were supposed to be asleep in your cell at night.

Over the course of a week, you hair started to turn white from your heart stopping. Your skin felt cold to the touch.

Years passed away. You had gotten used to the experimentation. The pain of the needle did not even bother you anymore.

You yawned, stretching. You tied up your white hair into a high ponytail. You noticed the time on the clock on the wall. Usually they would experiment at 8:30 am but it was now 9 am and you looked around curiously.

That's when thee men walked into your cell. You looked up at them completely fearful.

"Listen, E-232. Today is our off day so we thought we would at least pleasure you... for all that you've been through."

You backed into a corner, terrified. "P-Please.... Please no...."

The men enclosed in on you until you heard a door break open, then a gunshot. One of the men, now with a hole through his chest, fell to the ground and soon did the others.

"P-Please don't hurt me..."

You saw a group of people look at you.

"Why is her skin blue?" The one with the mask and gun asks.

"Is she from a different planet? But then why is she on Earth?"

They shrug and the main guy grabs your arm. You pull back instinctively.

"Whoa whoa whoa there tiger. I'm not gonna hurt you." He pulled on your arm and helped you stand up. You looked at them nervously. The green girl spoke next.

"Let's get her out of here before more people come. Let's go."

The man looks at you. "Can you walk?"

You shake your head.

He nods and slings your arm around his shoulders, helping you walk. They rush you out of the laboratory and into a ship. You shyly hide in the corner, not saying a word. Peter noticed that you were shy of your appearance.

"You may be different. But different is good." The man tried to talk to you. But you could only hide from him and the rest of the guardians. You turned away and he reached out and took ahold of your blue hand. You tried to tug away but he kept a firm grip, almost forcing you to look at him.

"My name is Peter. What do they call you?"

"You don't want to know what they call me"

"Well..." He turns around to the group "Any name ideas?" He asks. They all shrug.

"How about.... (Y/N) (L/N)?"

You nod, smiling.

You bite your lip a little, blushing a little for him being so close.

"So (Y/N)" Gamora asks, "How long were you there for?"

You take in a deep breath. "About 11 years. I went when I was 10."

Peter looks saddened. "That's terrible. And they did this to you?"

You nod. "My heart doesn't beat."

"Oh so that's why your skin is so cold. I was wondering about that- wait what? How are you alive?"

"I don't know"

Peter sighs. "Well let's get you strapped in."

He helps you get into your seat and fastens the seatbelt over your chest. He looks at you for a few seconds, then takes your hand, gently, and kisses the top of it.

"For someone so damaged. You are stunning"

Thank you for reading! I am a huge fan of Marvel so if you want to see more feel free to ask! If you liked this type of style and want to see more please tell me. I want to know what your preference is! I also might start doing character x reader x character in either a fluffy kind of way or lemon threesome way. Please let me know what you want to see!

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