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Kiss The Girl >> Peter Quill X Reader

Title: Kiss The Girl

Paring: Peter Quill X Reader

Warnings: cutesy fluff, singing, lyrics from The Little Mermaid (1989).

Spoilers: yes! Please don't spoil the new Guardians of The Galaxy by reading what I've written. Or do. I'm not in charge of you.

Author's Note: This was a request from a friend on AO3, who likes Peter Quill.

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Sliding into the cockpit, you're met with glances and hums from the team. While you travel with the Guardians of the Galaxy, you are no warrior. Worrier, yes. But that was because your life partner was none other than Star Lord, who always liked to keep you on your toes. But once in the cockpit, you see that Gamora is sitting in Peter's pilot seat, beside co-pilot Rocket, who doesn't look up. The Trash Panda is probably miffed that you're better than him at cards. But he shakes her purple hair once, and gestures up. The bunks. You nod your thanks, and follow the trail to where your stubble-ridden funk-loving boyfriend might be.

You pass Drax by the kitchen, but the big guy hasn't seen Peter, not since he started his after-dinner feast ("You better not eat my crisps, Drax," you warn The Destroyer, who pledges to leave your chips unharmed). Groot is hanging out in the gallery, where you make art, playing around in by the paint pots by the canvases on the floor. Carefully, you move the paint as to not allow the not so colossal Flora Colossus to drown in the paint.

By the time you navigate around the boxes of bombs and other explosives Rocket has left out on the floor by the stairs to the bunks, you can take in the guy you like so much. Pete lays on his bed, fully-clothed in his big coat and boots, headphones in. He's still bummed about losing the tape deck on the last battle, but you can tell he's not too upset about having new songs on the Zune. He's been singing songs you haven't heard before, dancing around like he used to. But there's a tiredness in his eyes, these days. It comes with having to deal with all the things Peter has had to deal.

"Found you," you breathe.

Even though your voice is barely a whisper, Peter turns his head to look to you, taking out an earbud. He's got that dreamy look in his eyes, that means he's beyond tired – perhaps it's the lack of sleep he's running on, or the fact he's lost two fathers less than a month ago, or that you can't remember the last time he came to you with the thoughts that plagued his mind. Slowly, he turns over on the bed, so he's on his tummy, eyes still on you as you enter the bunks. This is your shared room – the other Guardians sleep elsewhere, but here, it's your space.

"You okay, Pete?" you whisper, kneeling at the edge of the bed. Plucking the remaining earbud from his ear, you let the song play itself out on the bedspread, faded against the hums and whirrs of the ship around you. "You can tell me the truth. I won't bite."

He scrunches up his nose. "Last time someone said that to me, they bit me," there's the jokey humour you fell for, but instead of it being in geniality, it's a pretence you can see through the mask of as easily as ever. "...________ –,"

You nod, placing your head upon the bed, inches away from Peter's face. "Yeah?"

"I don't think I'm okay," he whispers. You move onto the bed, sitting so that as he turns to lay on his back again, his head rests upon your leg. "I miss him."

You lean down, and lay a kiss upon your boyfriend's forehead. "Life just isn't the same without Yondu, Peter. You know that more than anyone, and...I wish I could do something to help. I don't know – I was abducted before any of my family got the chance to die, back on Earth. I don't know how to grieve. Tell me what I can do to help you."