Rocket Raccoon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It began running. “You see, we aren’t far from being the same,” Rocco mocked. “You think so?” I riposted. I gestured with my eyebrows for him to look again. The hare fell in its tracks. “Whoa! You did it!” Rocco exclaimed excitedly, hurrying to the dead animal. He carried it and put it in his hunting bag. He returned to me and pulled me in a rough, quick hug. “You are the best,” he said, disengaging the hug. I smiled.

Meanwhile, in the general division. Mr. Raka couldn't bear to keep his feelings for Raceh any longer. He plans to express his feelings to Raceh today. Raceh, who was heading to the pantry, was pulled by someone towards the restroom. "What is it, Fan!" she said to Fani. "Look at your face in the mirror!" Raceh followed the spa that Fani suggested. "There's nothing strange, Fan. What's the matter?" Raceh pretended not to understand Fani's intention.

Among all the dramatic scenes he put up during the years, him sleeping on the pine tree branch parallel to Sarjao’s cabin was the most remembered one I have. “And I still scorn you for stonning me to death!” Because I want him annoyed every time, I would dart stones at him at night until he falls from the branch. I know it’s wicked of me but we were enemies back then. And hey, it’s fun though. “At least you’re not death,” I replied and accelerated my speed. But stopped when the sun’s ray started to slash the dawn. “Oh?” “You wanna race?” my mouth suddenly blurted. “Why not?” Rocco haughtily retorted.

I nodded, then turned my attention to Riley, whose eyes were still drowsy. “Do you want to go back to sleep? Do you want me to rock you back?” I didn’t expect her words to come out clearer, but they did, although slurred, “Yeah. I’m super tired. I caught a scent of something while I was trying to protect the innocent raccoon.” I was taken aback when she mentioned raccoons. In fact, we both were. “Raccoon?” I and the king asked in unison.

Perfect place to hide someone you didn't want found. As I moved through the underbrush, my mind betrayed me by dragging up memories I'd spent months trying to bury. The rejection ceremony. Racheal's face. The way her silver eyes had dimmed when I'd spoken those words. *"I, Alpha Mike Freeman of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Racheal Snyder, as my mate and Luna."*

After hugging us and telling us to take care, they leave a short while later. Entering the living room again, the topic has already changed. Dayum and, of course, it's cars and illegal races they're all into. For a moment, I was worried Igor might spill something in front of Gale and Brent, as in their family, it's obviously not a secret. But I guess he understood that with Brent and Gale, things are different. "What about you, Baby Racer? When was your last race?" Our four best friends laugh hard about the pet name Igor has given me.

“So, what’s her name?” Busted. Lucas grinned back. “Rascal.” He wiggled his fingers in front of the raccoon’s face and then held them still so she could catch them in her tiny hands. “Rascal,” the priest said quietly. “I like it.” He let Lucas replace the animal in his lap. “She’s lucky,” he mused as the raccoon inspected the placket of his shirt. “She found a good place.” “Yeah,” Lucas said. “She’s lucky.” He didn’t say it, but he knew the priest could tell what he was thinking. The raccoon wasn’t the only one who’d been lucky.

The pregnant raccoon cooed and purred in gratitude, and they gorged themselves on berries before they snuggled into the warm nest they fashioned from the moss. They ate so much, in fact, that they did not awaken with the sun, and so they did not know a jackal was nearby and sniffing for its breakfast until it was too late to make a run for it. The raccoons clung to each other and remained as still as they could. “I’m sorry, dearest,” said the male raccoon. “I didn’t keep a good watch.” “It’s not your fault. The tree was so kind that we forgot the world can be cruel,” said the female raccoon.

Rocco lowered the window, whistling a guitar solo. I closed my eyes, mind wandering to the rumbling of the Jeep. Visions of last night haunted me. My eyes snapped open as the Jeep barreled through a ravine, sending my bag in the backseat flying. Rocco smiled lazily at my startled expression, one hand on the wheel, other tracing the wind as it rushed through his outstretched hand. “Daydreaming as usual?” he asked. “You're one to talk.” A faraway smile, like I was peering at him through moving water. “Only in class,” he mused as we parked. “Sure you can stand?”

They make my legs look a mile long but also make me feel like I might break an ankle at any moment. One of the racers whistled as I walked past his car, then had the audacity to wink at me. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. How the hell did Lucian convince me to take this position? I caught Lucian's eye through his windshield, and he grinned at me… that cocky, confident smile that made my stomach flip. My mind drifted back to our conversation earlier that morning. *** "A race?" I'd asked, watching him check over his car in the garage.