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My VERY BELATED Starmora Week series conclusion, and slightly belated Star-Lord Week fanfic contribution, is finally complete and published! Thank you so much, everyone, for your incredible patience. ^_^
Gifted to @disruptedvice for all of her amazing encouragement!
And of course I hope that everybody else who reads this ridiculously long piece enjoys it. <3
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Starmora prompt: Peter and Gamora's wedding day.
Starmora Week 2018Day 6: Wedding
This prompt was submitted after I posted my one shot contribution to Starmora Week day 6 titled “Wedding Night”, and even though this is posted roughly 8 days after that, I’m still counting this as part of Starmora Week.
Summary: Asshe sprinted through the fields, barefoot and free, it made her feellike a child again, racing through the fields of her home planet,because she had promised Mamma she would be home in time to help herwith supper.
Herfeet were dirty from playing outdoors all day, but, as green littletoes pressed into the freshly tilled ground beneath her feet, she wasfast, laughing like a wild child as she ran, confident that she’dmake it in time to keep her promises.
Thistime, she had a different promise waiting for her.
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Chapters: 4 of 4 Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gamora/Peter Quill Characters: Gamora (Marvel), Peter Quill, Drax the Destroyer, Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), Mantis (Marvel), Nebula Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, learning to relationship, Relationship Status: It’s Complicated, Sexual Situations, Bad Communication, Better Communication, Feelings, Drama, Romance, Post-Guardians of the Galaxy (2014), Post-Movie: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 Summary:
Gamora turned and looked out at the stars. “I can do whatever I want.” She swallowed, resisting the pull of her lips into a quiet frown. “Now.”
“What do you want to do?” Peter asked.
A certain kind of… relationship… predicated on attraction is one thing. But love. For Gamora, love is hard.
So Grateful She Gave Me You
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(Starmora Week 2018 - Day 7: Free)
Summary: She’s the only one who can make his pain fade away.
Everything aches. It’s a close call for the guys. As usual, the mission goes south and they almost don’t come out alive. Yet, here they are–covered in ash and soot, cuts and bruises, but alive.
As Peter limps up the ramp of the Benatar, he notices his baby girl on the floor, sitting against her mother and playing with a stack of blocks with Mantis. God, how she’s grown in almost a year. Time flies by when you’re constantly busy with missions and family.
The eleven month old is clad in a light denim, ruffled dress that’s slightly too big for her. The red and black polka-dot straps that cover most of her shoulder, are loosely falling off as she teethes on one of the plastic blocks. Her ebony hair, now developing a soft, red ombre towards the ends, is in ringlets that barely fall past her ears. The brown of her doe eyes become more apparent as she realizes the man coming up the ramp is her father.
“DADA!” Jovi squeals as she drops the purple block, arms and legs flailing in every direction.
It isn’t until she hears her child’s excited cry, that Gamora removes her lips from the toddler’s forehead and realizes the men have returned. She stands up with Jovi, maneuvering her to her hip as she approaches Peter.
Despite the excruciating pain flaring throughout his body, Peter can’t help but smile at his baby girl’s gummy smile, showing off the few teeth that have grown in. “Hey, Peanut.” He coos, giving the small child a quick peck on her temple. “Hey, Momma.” This time, it’s Gamora he pecks quickly on her lips.
“What happened?” Gamora questions in concern, noticing the few burns and cuts he gathered on his face. She takes a hand off of Jovi, balancing her with one arm, as she brushes a few wet, stray hairs out of the man’s face.
Peter shrugs, giving his wife a lopsided smile. “Same old, same old.”
“Same old, same old?” Rocket repeats as he makes his way up the ramp, with a snort. “More like your husband almost got himself killed again.” As he passes Gamora, he pats her leg and makes his way to his bunk. Drax and Groot follow in the same direction, Drax nodding in agreement.
A nervous chuckle escapes Peter’s mouth as he rubs a hand behind his neck, flinching and regretting the move. Gamora lets out an exasperated sigh as she shakes her head. “Peter-”
“I know, I know. You told me to be more careful.”
Another exasperated sigh exits Gamora as she gently lowers Jovi to the ground beside Mantis. “Let’s just get you cleaned up.”
Jovi looks up at Peter in confusion. “Dada?” With every bit of strength in her body, the toddler pulls herself to her feet using Mantis’ leg as support. “Dadaaaa…” One of her arms unravel from the bug lady to reach out to her father.
“Peter! Gamora!” Mantis calls out, trying to get the parents’ attention.
The couple turns around to see Jovi holding onto Mantis’ finger as she stumbles her way to her father. One foot in front of the other, slowly, but surely, she takes uncertain steps, focusing more so on her injured father, than what she’s doing.
“Rocket! Drax! Groot! Get in here!” Gamora shouts to the back of the ship as the three guys stumble in behind her.
“Dada!” Jovi squeals again, reaching out both of her arms towards her father with her signature gummy grin.
Peter kneels to the ground, ignoring the throbbing pain from his legs, and holds out his arms to her. “Come on, Baby Girl, you can do it.”
“Dada!” The toddler picks up speed, stumbling to the side. Mantis instinctively dives behind her, prepared to catch her if she were to fall. However, the child regains her balance and continues to walk towards her father with a face full of determination.
“Come on, Star-Princess!” Just a few more steps. She makes it, collapsing into her father’s arms. “GOOD JOB, JOVI!” Peter exclaims, springing up from his knees and holding her towards the sky. The pain he feels is worth it. He’s too happy to let the pain prevent him from showing how proud he is of his baby girl. He hands her to Gamora with a large beam across his face as she devours the child in kisses. The man never knew how much a child would brighten his day and make his pain fade away.
Starmora Week Day 7 - Free Day
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Chapters: ¾ Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gamora/Peter Quill Characters: Gamora (Marvel), Peter Quill, Drax the Destroyer, Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), Mantis (Marvel), Nebula Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, learning to relationship, Relationship Status: It’s Complicated, Sexual Situations, Bad Communication, Better Communication, Feelings, Drama, Romance, Post-Guardians of the Galaxy (2014), Post-Movie: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 Summary:
Gamora turned and looked out at the stars. “I can do whatever I want.” She swallowed, resisting the pull of her lips into a quiet frown. “Now.”
“What do you want to do?” Peter asked.
What a loaded question.
CHAPTER 3 IS UP!
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No more stupid, noble sacrifices (Pt. 2)
Part 2/2 Part 1 here or you can just read both parts on AO3 (link here)
Starmora week 2018 - Day 5: sacrifice
Summary: Peter chuckled at her snappiness. “Listen, I know you wanna hurt me,” he murmured, his puffs of hot breath curling around the shell of her ear, making her shiver. She could hear the seductive, teasing smile in his voice. Still, she couldn’t help the sound that escaped her when he flicked his tongue out to taste her skin. “But let me please you first?” He begged, lapping at that sensitive spot just below her earlobe. “Pretty please?”
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The hourglass runs out of sand
Starmora Week 2018 Day 7: Free day
Summary:
“You are always telling me that I am more than what I was made to do,” Gamora reminded him gently.
“Yeah, but you weren’t made for it,” Peter said, looking up at her with a sudden intensity she wasn’t ready for. The anguish in his eyes made her chest pang with a dull, resounding ache. “Your parents made you so you could be a kid, not a weapon. That’s what you were made for. To be a person. You weren’t supposed to be used to kill people or the entire universe. That’s not why you exist, not like me.”
(Or: Peter’s body isn’t reacting well to losing Ego’s light is one of the author’s favorite tropes)
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Um. Oops. Don’t worry, Gamora will appear on Friday in Part Two and save Groot. That’s right, Part Two won’t be done until Friday the 8th, and I’m sorry that Gamora doesn’t appear in the first half of this comic, but Quill wanted to surprise her with the kite he made, and since Groot helped, he got to fly it first, and…yeah. This is sort of my feeling when hanging out with really little kids: everything is super fun until you realize that if you look away for a split second, the kid you’re watching could end up in MORTAL PERIL!
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Summary: A few comfortable, contented moments pass in silence, until Peter starts singing. Absent and a little haphazard, because she knows the song – but there was something in the air that night, oh the stars were bright – and can tell when the ballad praising the mysterious yet romantic military figure of Fernando is not quite in-tune. But she is elbows deep in their family laundry pile, and his voice is a warm and easy tenor so recently comforting to her despite its wavering pitch, and it’s suddenly the easiest thing in the world to look up at him and feel the words appear in the back of her throat.
I love you.
set in the 4 years between vol2 and infinity war; shoutout to @taxicabsandcupcakes for encouraging me and generally helping me wrestle my way through writer’s block; and the title is from demis roussos
i think i’m covering like 3 of the starmora week days with it so just assume that it’s got something relevant in there and roll with it. thanks for reading!
For Starmora Week: Day Two (Dancing), I redrew something from last year. This time, it has a background and everything! Also, I couldn’t resist giving Peter literal heart eyes, and I regret nothing.
For Starmora Week Day Three: Stargazing. (Okay, so technically this is Yondu’s funeral, so they weren’t exactly looking at the stars that night, but still.) I couldn’t decide which version I liked best, but I like how this turned out.
Starmora Drabble
It’s Starmora Week, right?
I’m still procrastinating, and thought I might as well write something for fun. This is what happened. Thought I might as well post it.
Takes place right after Vol. 2.
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After the bright lights of Yondu’s funeral faded, the Guardians began to slink off to the crew’s quarters to get some well deserved sleep.
Gamora grabbed Peter’s hand and gave it a loving squeeze. Peter looked down at her and smiled, but then began to yawn. “I guess it’s time for us to go to bed.” Gamora smiled back. “Yeah, I guess it is.”
Peter led her down the hall and to the Captain’s Quarters, where he stopped in front of the door, facing her. “I mean, if you want to bunk with me, that would be totally awesome, but…” Gamora cut him off, “Sure. I want to keep an eye on you anyway, in case your newfound morality does anything that would require taking you to the hospital.” Peter gave her a half smile. “And what about after we establish that I am fine?” Gamora smiled softly and slowly, “Don’t worry. I won’t ever leave your side again.” Peter smirked, and pushed the button to open the door.
Yondu’s quarters lay before them, less disheleved than it had been a few hours before, since Peter straightened it up while looking for artefacts to send him off with. This room had been through too many changes in the past few days. Nevertheless, it was still the same room that Peter remembered from his childhood. The furs on the bed were familiar and welcoming. It was strange to have Gamora in the same space as one so tied to his past, but strangeness had become his new normal.
Peter led Gamora over to the bed, where he stopped. She grabbed his other hand, and he turned to face her. Her look was complex, ranging from nostalgic to sad to relieved to caring. He brushed a strand of her silky pink hair behind her ear, and she looked down, tearing up. He lifted her chin with his hand, and she looked up at him with a tear streaming down her cheek. “Hey, we survived. Everything will be okay. I’m fine.” He hated seeing her so upset. He was scared to death on the inside, but he wanted to seem as confident as he could for her. She was so confident whenever he was doubting, it was the least he could do. “I almost lost you, Peter. I felt so out of control…so desperate. Loosing you would be extremely hard. And now you are more vulnerable than ever, ” she almost whispered. “Well, I really doubt this would ever happen, but you aren’t invincible either. I could lose you to. And If I did I will probably go insane, but I don’t think I need to go insane thinking about that right now,” Peter responded. Gamora chuckled, still wet with tears. She leaned forward and gave him a warm hug, wrapping her hands around his neck and leaning her head on his chest. Peter put his arms around her waist and lowered his head on to hers. Instinctively, he began to sway them slowly from side to side. “Thanks for coming back for me,” Peter whispered. Gamora smiled into him. “Well, there is an unspoken thing after all,” she replied, “and our family.” Peter broke their embrace and placed his hands on Gamora’s arms. His look was serious. “Look. I don’t expect to say it back, but Mantis already spilled the beans,” he took a deep breath and exhaled. “I love you, Gamora.” Gamora stared into his eyes as she processed this information. Her eyes shifted to his lips, and after a split second of thought, she swiftly leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. Peter put his hand on her waist again, deepening the kiss. This time, Gamora’s hands went to Peter’s hair.
Eventually, Peter broke the kiss, out of breath. Gamora sat down on the bed, and began to take her boots off. “And now you know how I feel about you,” she said. Peter sat down next to her, and she turned to smile at him once her boots were on the floor. “As much as I would love to keep doing more of that…Mortals need sleep,” Peter said, his tone turning slightly more serious. Cracks had begun to form in his suave exterior. Gamora cupped his cheek. “Anything for you, Starlord,” she said, smiling lovingly.
They got into bed, and lied down facing each other. The fur was soft and comforting to Peter’s sore-er than usual body. Gamora was unused to the closeness, but uncharted experiences that she had been previosuly denied of had mostly proved her well over the past few months. Peter looked at Gamora, full of love. “Immortality is nothing compared to sleeping next to you for the rest of my life,” he whispered. Gamora felt like she had found a new home within her new home. Even if, or when, Thanos tried to rip them apart, Gamora’s love for Peter would remain. She felt the same way about her family, but this new intimacy between her and Peter was something special all on its own. “I love you, Peter Quill,” she replied. Peter smiled as he drifted off to sleep.
Starmora Mix
Since I couldn’t post this last night (I went to bed early to try and kill whatever crud I caught at book talks last week), here’s Starmora Week Day Four: Pop Culture. And for Peter and Gamora, that means a mix CD. I had a lot of fun making this over the summer, and while you can enjoy guessing which songs Gamora picked and which Quill picked, I just like the mix of different genres and eras of music–and who knows, any of these could turn out to be on the Zune…
Your Song–Elton John
All I Want–Joni Mitchell
Flutter and Wow–Elvis Costello & The Attractions
How Glad I Am–Aretha Franklin
I Saw Her Standing There–The Beatles
Da Do Ron Ron–The Crystals
Together Forever–Rick Astley
Feels Like The First Time–Corinne Bailey Rae
Good Vibrations–The Beach Boys
Only You Know And I Know–Delaney & Bonnie
Let’s Spend the Night Together–The Rolling Stones
Tell It To My Heart–Taylor Dayne
There’s Too Much Love–Belle & Sebastian
You Make Loving Fun–Fleetwood Mac
(Was I) In Your Dreams?–Wilco
I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm–Billie Holiday
If Not For You–Bob Dylan
This Tornado Loves You–Neko Case
Need You Tonight–INXS
Inside My Love–Minnie Riperton
I Wanna Be Your Lover–Prince
Love Out Of Lust–Lykke Li
Dancing In The Moonlight–King Harvest
Here’s a quick sketch for Starmora Week: Day Five: Epiphany. I think this is the moment–near the end of Vol. 2, when the camera’s circling them and there’s all these explosions happening as everyone gathers for the final battle against Ego–when these two look at each other and realize that their feelings are reciprocated. So, it’s a pretty great epiphany. <3
Starmora Week Day Six: Future. In the future, when everything doesn’t suck, there are going to be lots of family photos taken! Teen Groot tolerates this because he loves his numerous parents. (Also, I’m trying to remember the best 90s picture day backgrounds for this series.) Peter and Gamora have swapped shirts here, an homage to the famous Sweater Swap from Parks and Rec. THEY ARE SO PROUD OF THEIR SON!!!
