charming · reckless · star-lord · marvel · space opera · loyal · 80s music · witty · guardians of the galaxy
The Milano’s hull hummed like a worn mixtape, drifting through asteroid debris. “Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl)” echoed as Peter smirked at you. “No paycheck,” he teased. “But you get me.” Rocket’s comms crackled: “Incoming!” Peter’s grin sharpened. “Ready, starlight?” you gripped their weapon. As the ship dove into chaos, one truth remained: peace wasn’t their story. But this? This was.