Peter Quill Imagines

This a hickey or a bruise?

"(Y/N), what's taking so long?" Peter asked, banging on his little sister's door. (Y/N) groaned, rolling her eyes at her brother's non-stop knocking.

"I'm busy doing my makeup, dumbass! Go away!" She yelled back, staring intensely into the mirror, covering the purple marks littering her neck. Peter continued to pound on her door. "I swear to god if you don't go away, I will castrate you!" A soft 'dick' was heard outside her door as the sound of footsteps disappeared. (Y/N) glanced in her mirror at Kraglin who sat on the edge of her bed, a small smile engraved on his face.

"What're you lookin at?" Kraglin spoke, standing from his spot and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Nothing, I'm just doing my make up. What do you think I was lookin at?" She replied innocently, tilting her head in the mirror.

"It seemed to me that you were checkin me out." He shrugged, making her giggle softly. "Why're you puttin it all over your neck?" He questioned, watching as she set the brush down. She turned to face him, arms finding their way around his neck.

"Cause if I remember our agreement last night, You were comin in here for some cuddles and a nap. Somehow innocent cuddling with my boyfriend turned into hickeys. Care to explain?" She smirked, leaning up to kiss her boyfriend's cheek.

Kraglin smiled, hands lightly tapping on her back to the music faintly heard from outside her door. "My bad, just missed ya s'all."

"You're lucky I love you. You'd be in trouble if I didn't." (Y/N) grinned, standing on her tiptoes, leaving a soft kiss to his lips. "Careful slipping outta here, don't wanna risk you gettin caught."

"I love you." He sighed, loosening his grip on his girlfriend. "You go ahead n' head out, I'll stay back a few."

(Y/N) nodded, pressing one more light kiss to his lips. She muttered quietly, "have a good day." while slipping out of her room. She walked down the hall of the ship, making her way towards the common area.

"Finally, god I was startin to think you weren't joining us." Peter remarked from his seat, making (Y/N) roll her eyes. Gamora gave her a sympathetic smile, eyes landing on Peter.

"I would prefer to spend a day locked in my room away from you, asshole. I've spent the last 34 years of my life with you, I'm exhausted." She replied, sitting near the workbench where Rocket was tinkering with a small device. "Whatcha got there bud?"

"What's it to you?" Rocket remarked, making (Y/N) roll her eyes. "Seriously, whenever I'm working on somethin, it's always 'Oh Rocket whatcha makin?' 'Oh Rocket, that's so cool' Be original!"

"Fuck off, fur ball. I was being nice." She groaned, slipping a hair tie from her wrist, pulling the sides of her hair back. Her eyes fell to the doorway where Kraglin stood, resting against the cool metal. She bit back a small smile. "You'd think being in space it'd be cold, but it's hot in here."

"Sorry, do you want me to leave?" Peter remarked, earning an elbow to the ribs from Gamora. "Ow, I'm kidding! Jesus."

"Did you hurt yourself in your sleep?" Mantis asked softly. "You have bruises there."

The room fell silent as (Y/N)'s face flushed lightly. "W-What?"

Mantis pressed on the spot. "Oh! I understand now, it's-" She started to speak, the other woman quick to cut her off.

"It's nothin, I'm fine! Probably got carried away in my sleep." She laughed, pulling her hair tie out. Peter stood and eyed his sister suspiciously.

"Lemme take a look," he said, moving towards her. (Y/N) took a step away from him. "What're you tryin to hide from me?"

"Nothing! I literally just have a bruise, calm down weirdo." She huffed, crossing her arms.

"Oh my god, did you hook up with someone?" He joked, making her eyes go wide. (Y/N)'s face flushed, eyes falling to the ground. "YOU DID! IN MY SHIP?"

"Peter, You have done way fucking worse, I don't wanna hear it." She muttered, raising her gaze to look around the room. "May I remind you of your Jackson Pollock remark about the Milano, you whore."

"Who was it?" Peter asked, shit -eating grin plastered across his face. "Was it Drax? Totally has to be, I think you're his type."

"God, no offense but never in a million god damn years. Nobody could pay me enough credits to even consider it." (Y/N) remarked, eyes falling on Kraglin for a second before turning to look her brother in the eyes. "Why the hell do you care so much, anyway?"

"Are you kidding me? I have something I can tease you about! I'm gonna milk this as long as I can." The woman sighed, heading towards the door. "Either you smuggled someone else aboard or it was Kraglin." Her pace faltered for a second, not going unnoticed by Peter.

"You're exhausting." She remarked, quickening her pace. The sounds of Peter's footsteps followed her. "I'm not answering your question."

"Are you kidding me? Kraglin's face gave it away. Your little childhood crush was fulfilled!" He laughed, making her freeze in her place. (Y/N) turned to face him, cheeks looking like chunks of cinnabar.

"Peter! He didn't know that!" She groaned, hands coming to her face. "You're so embarrassing, oh my god!" The sounds of two more sets of footsteps filled the hall. (Y/N) uncovered her face to see Gamora and an equally red Kraglin standing behind Peter.

"Peter, that's enough." Gamora sighed, trying to pull her boyfriend away. "You're so mean to her, give the poor girl a break."

"There's no way he could've been oblivious to the looks she gave him! Constantly staring at him with little hearts in her eyes. Following him like a lost puppy!" He spoke, turning to walk away from the couple. "I can't believe it took them THIS long!"

(Y/N) and Kraglin stood in silence, both beet red and nervous to speak. She walked towards him, head falling against his chest. His arms wrapped around her comfortingly. "If it helps ya any, I thought you were cute when we were growin up."

"I was the only girl any of you had contact with, you set your standards low, dear." She mumbled against him, earning a chuckle from the taller man. He left a gentle kiss on her head. "He's so dead. I don't care if I end up in prison, I'm ending him."

"You'll be fine, just gotta let him get it outta his system." Kraglin spoke, making the girl in his arms whine. "How bout we go lay down, yeah? Just spend a bit in your room."

"I'd like that." She whispered, pulling away slightly. She slipped her hand into his, leading them down the hall to where her room sits. She pulled the door open, gently pulling him inside. She flopped backwards onto her bed, arms opening. "C'mere please."

Kraglin smiled, shutting her door. He moved towards her, copying her motion and laying beside her. She rolled over onto her side, resting her face on his chest. His arms wrapped around her for what felt like the millionth time that day. 

AN) As of 5/23/23, this has been rewritten!