Or my fill for starmora week 2019 that’s over a year late
Day 5: Warrior / Vagabond
Summary:
“No. Ugh,” Gamora groans, like he was so slow for not getting what she meant immediately. “The song. I found the song!”
“Huh?”
“This one. It's this one,” she says, shoving the zune in his face for him to read the screen.
He actually has to take it from her and hold it himself, since he couldn't exactly see what it said too good when she was waving it in his face. He doesn't recognize it. Must be one of the newer ones.
“Whaddya mean 'you found it'? What'ja find?” He glances back down at the song title and information. “I don't think I've even listened to this one yet, Gamora. What are you talking about?”
Gamora makes an impatient huff at his confusion, which he probably would've had a snarky remark for because seriously, she's barging into his room and then has the audacity to be annoyed by him- but she was obviously very excited to show him something, and it was super duper cute how childishly frustrated she was that he didn't get it right away. It was incredibly endearing, eager and almost innocent in a way Gamora usually wasn't, so he kept his mouth shut.
“Us song,” she says, like he's supposed to know what that means. “My us song.”
Starmora Week Day Seven: Waiting/Always. I thought it would be neat if Quill saw an aurora that looked like Gamora...this idea is possibly sadder than I initially thought.
Written for StarmoraWeek2019 - Day 6: Legend / Instinct & Day 7: Waiting / Always
Pairing: Peter Quill x Gamora
Summary: When it comes to defending Gamora - to her dismay - Peter's actions are driven on instinct.
Warnings: soft Gamora, underlying feelings, budding love, they take care of each other
Word Count: 1,319
The leather of her leggings constricted just so as she kneeled on the floor of Peter’s quarters. Her brows were knitted and her features were twisted into a small scowl, not much effort being put into hiding her frustration from him.
Her small hands deftly worked over his bloody one, examining the extent of his wounds. Peter had to admit it hurt a bit, but the pain was totally worth it. Without hesitation, he would repeat his actions a thousand times over and break both of his hands for her if he had to - and he’d do it happily at that.
A drawn out sigh escaped her lips, for what seemed like the hundredth time in just the last five minutes, pulling Peter from his thoughts. Her dark eyes found his as she shook her head disapprovingly.
“You are a fool, Peter.”
“Hey! That’s the thanks I get for defending your honor?” He quipped teasingly in attempt to lighten her mood.
She fixed him with an unamused glare; Peter’s smile slowly melted from his lips, shoulders slumping.
“I do not need defending. You could have been seriously injured.” She gingerly set his hand down before reaching for the medical kit and popping the lid open.
Peter sat quietly as she rummaged through the kit, pulling a few items out from it and setting them down next to herself for easy reach. His eyes roamed over her features, catching every little hidden expression that managed to slip past her carefully constructed wall whenever she was lost in thought; he was getting better at spotting them the more time they spent together. Or maybe it’s that she was beginning to lower her guard more with him.
A bit of both, he decided.
Gamora abruptly stood and disappeared into the ensuite, returning a moment later with a wet cloth in hand. She eased back down to her knees, and he tried really, really hard not to think about how close her warm body was nestled between his legs.
She gently pressed the warm cloth to his knuckles and began cleaning the blood and dirt from them. His lips and an eyebrow twitched as he worked to not wince under her ministrations, determined not to let on just how tender the abrasions on his knuckles were. None of this was Gamora’s fault, but he knew any outward signs of pain would only make her feel worse.
Her eyes remained steadily on his hand as she took her time cleaning the gashed skin. “What were you thinking, Peter? That man was more than twice your size.”
Peter sighed as a twinge of guilt began to seep in, the concern in her tone evident. “Gamora, you didn’t hear the things he said. They were--awful. I couldn’t- I couldn’t just-” he huffed; brows furrowed with frustration.
Her gaze flickered up to his and she spoke evenly, “They are just words. I have endured far worse. It was nothing I could not handle.”
His eyes narrowed. “That’s just it though. You shouldn’t have t’handle it. You’ve helped save the frick’n galaxy!” His voice crescendoed as he threw up his uninjured hand in exasperation. “You’re a damn hero just like the rest of us. You- you don’t deserve to be talked about in the way that guy was. I won’t allow it.”
Gamora was visibly frustrated by his words, but Peter was standing his ground on this. Someone had to fight for her. She deserved that much at the very least.
“What makes you think his words aren’t warranted?” Her tone a bit sharper than she intended. “I probably did hurt him in some way - maybe his family or a friend - during my time working under Thanos.”
With a despondent sigh she discarded the now soiled cloth and reached for one of the items set out nearby.
His face scrunched up at the sight of the small white bottle she retrieved; it held the antiseptic solution. The inevitable sting and burn that accompanied the use of that godforsaken solution was definitely the worst part about getting injured.
His cheeks puffed as he pushed out a long breath, refocusing his attention on Gamora. “I don’t care about whatever reason that guy might’a had—"
Her dark eyes shot up to him.
“—I don’t. You’re not that person anymore, Mora,” he continued in a softer tone.
She quickly averted her gaze, cheeks warming; he’d taken to calling her by this new nickname recently and she still wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about it, though her body was evidently beginning to form opinions of its own.
Peter reached out and grazed the outside of her upper arm with the knuckle of his forefinger, touch featherlight. His voice low and soft when he spoke, “Hey... you are not that person. You are the most compassionate, kindest person I know. And I’m not gonna to let some jerk say otherwise.” He gestured wryly to his busted, swelling eye and his injured hand - which in all honestly, he was surprised wasn’t broken - and gave a breathy chuckle, “Even if it gets me beaten to a pulp.”
Gamora let out a resigned sigh while twisting off the cap to the antiseptic solution. “I don’t want you putting yourself in harms-way for my sake, Peter. Especially when it isn’t even warranted.”
She placed a fresh dry rag under Peter’s damaged hand and poured the antiseptic solution over it, the solution running down his skin and seeping into the rag she held against him. Peter winced with a sharp hiss before he could think to stifle it down, the instant burning sensation quite uncomfortable.
Gamora’s demeanor softened immediately, eyes apologetic to be putting him in further pain. After letting it air dry, she grabbed the bandage roll and tape. Gingerly, she worked to wrap up his injured hand, the process familiar and easy as she’s dressed wounds hundreds of times over the years.
Peter sat quietly while she worked, watching her with an appreciation that extended beyond this single act of care. He couldn’t fight off the gentle smile that grew on his lips.
Upon finishing, Gamora’s fingertips brushed lightly across his now bandaged hand, lingering momentarily before pulling away and averting her gaze. She stretched her fingers in her lap then balled them up into a tight fist, attempting to rid it of a peculiar tingling feeling.
She cleared her throat a bit awkwardly and busied herself with the medical supplies spread around her, rearranging them and pulling out a fresh cloth. Her efforts halted when the warm weight of Peter’s hand was on her shoulder. He waited patiently until her gaze slowly traveled upward to meet his.
“Thank you, Mora.” The sincerity of his tone washed over her and filled her with warmth.
Hesitating only a moment, she lifted a hand and gently wrapped her fingers around his wrist and softly squeezed in response. They sat like that for a short while as the air between them shifted. The hand Peter had resting on her shoulder very slowly smoothed up the curve of her neck, his thumb softly brushing her cheek. Her eyes drifted to his lips as he unconsciously leaned closer to her.
They lingered mere inches apart and their warm breath mingling in the small space between them.
She spoke barely above a whisper, “I need to care for your head wound.”
Peter huffed a breathy chuckle, “Okay.”
His hand fell from her face as she rose from her spot on the floor. She settled next to him with the fresh cloth in hand. With gentle care, she began wiping away the drying blood from his left temple. He leaned into her touch and allowed his eyes to slide shut.
She wasn’t in a place yet to accept from him that she was worthy of fighting for, defending... of loving.
Starmora Week will take place on the last full week of September this year (September 22- September 28)
Here are the prompts:
Day 1 - Hello / Goodbye
Day 2 - Recovery / Stay
Day 3 - Lost / Found
Day 4 - Partner / Rhythm
Day 5 - Warrior / Vagabond
Day 6 - Legend / Instinct
Day 7 - Waiting / Always
Free Day (Wild Card)
Guidelines:
- You can choose the prompt you like or combine both and interpret them in your own artistic vision.
- Your Free Day works like a Wild Card, essentially, and you get to choose which day to use it on (if you want to use it at all). If you’re really just not feeling either of the prompts for one of the days, you can just use your Free Day and do whatever you want for it
- All types of fanwork are accepted! Edits, gifsets, fanart or fanfiction, playlists, moodboards, and so on
- AUs are allowed! Feel free to pick and choose elements from canon, or completely ignore canon. Off the wall alternate universes are welcomed! Feel free to imagine this wonderful couple in any universe that makes you happy!
- Be sure to tag your post #starmoraweek2019 so your lovely creations can be found (everything marked with that tag will be reblogged here)
- Mature/Explicit works are fine too, but please clearly label them as such at the beginning of your post. I’m asking for it to be labelled inside your post and not tagged because if you tag your post as ‘NSFW’, ‘smut’, ‘PWP’ or even use tags like ‘written smut’ it will not show up when searching the #starmoraweek2019 tag (Yes, I have tested all of these)
- Alternatively, you can send a direct link to your post for it to be reblogged, which you can also do if you believe your contribution for one of the days has been missed
- After Starmora Week has concluded, I’ll be collating all the smutty works and making a master post so they’ll be easier to find
- If your work is late, or you can only do one or two prompts, that’s fine!
This is an event that should be first and foremost fun and enjoyable for you as a creator.
If all you do for Starmora Week is write a three sentence drabble or make a single gif on the first day and choose to use your Free Day/Wild Card for it- awesome!
Tag it as #starmoraweek2019 and it’ll be reblogged here!
This week is all about appreciating this couple, so any content about them is welcomed and appreciated!
Don’t worry if you can’t think of something for all the days, or you can’t finish it in time. You all are making awesome content for this fandom just because you can and because you’re awesome, so please don’t feel pressured if you’re participating, because any contribution you make is a gift to this fandom that wouldn’t exist without you! Because you’re awesome!
So have fun, and just ask if you have any questions!
Starmora Week Day Three: Lost/Found
Rating: PG
Post Vol. 2 (at least a year later)
She races down the hall in a house full of doors, her footsteps echoing throughout the corridor.
“Peter?” she asks, when her enhanced hearing picks up the slightest shuffling behind her. She nearly slides to a halt, then doubles back to the source of the sound, her pace slowed as she maintains her steady breath.
The walls of this corridor are red, so she knows she hadn’t checked these doors already.
Slowly, Gamora reaches out to grasp onto the knob.
To her surprise, it gives way under her hand, and she enters the small room. It’s sparse, only containing a bed and a closet.
Gamora reaches out to open the closet, but then pauses.
She drops to the ground the blink of an eye, and there, under the bed, is Peter – scrunched up and covering his mouth with both hands.
“Nice try,” Gamora says, unable to hold back a sly smile as she reaches out and taps his foot.
He gasps, rolling out from under the bed and lying on the floor in defeat.
“Thought you were gonna go for the closet this time,” he groans, and Gamora gets up off the ground, pausing half way to offer him her arm. She lifts him up as he half-heartedly dusts off his clothes, still grousing. “We’ve still got about twenty minutes left, so you have time to catch up,” she reminds him.
“Catch up? Catch up? What am I now, 0 for 4? Drax and Rocket are never gonna let me live this down,” Peter says, still pouting, but judging by the spark in his eyes when he looks at her, Gamora knows he’s only playing it up.
“They won’t if they don’t find out,” she promises, stepping closer to him and leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Or, if you want, we can bring them here. Groot and Mantis, too. We could have two teams, three against three.” Now that would be exciting. Gamora already can’t wait.
His pout turns into a grin. “Only if I can be on your team,” he says immediately.
She takes his chin in her hand and plants a kiss on his lips. He’s sweaty and flushed from hiding, and his pants are a bit dusty, but Gamora still finds him irresistible.
“Deal,” she says.
Then she takes off, leaving him in the room to count and to search for her.
As she races out of the corridor and toward the green one, Gamora thinks she’ll find an easy place for him to find her this time – a closet would be just the right place.
Especially if he finds her with a bit of time for them to spare.
