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big purple dude - peter quill

POV: 1st person
Prompt: reader has a nightmare and Peter attempts to comfort her.
WARNING: INFINITY WAR SPOILERS AHEAD. YOUVE BEEN WARNED.

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(dream in italics)

A bright gold light threatened me to open my eyes, the horizon almost blinding me. As my eyes started to focus, I noticed I was standing strait up, not lying down like I was expecting. I was surrounded by people. There was a man with a glowing circle where his heart should be, a wizard—I think—with sharp cheekbones and cape, and a kid, presumably a teenager, dressed in a red suit that had spiderwebs of gold and blue. Then I noticed the guardians. Only Rocket, Groot, and Gamora weren't there. I was beyond perplexed.

Within seconds, all I could see was a big, purple man, wearing a gauntlet with colorful stones on it. I knew who it was, but I couldn't put his face to a name. All he did was smile at me, and simply snapped his fingers.

He vanished. I was back with the guardians and the other three people. "Something's happening..." Mantis worriedly croaked, looking at her hands. They were disintegrating, turning into ash. But it wasn't only her hands. It went up her arms, and suddenly her whole body was ash.

"Quill?" Drax questioned in almost a whisper, as the same thing happened to him.

"What's going on?" I asked myself. The man with the arc quickly glanced at me. I looked up at Peter, confusion and worry plastered on my face. "Peter?"

He looked back at me and sighed, "Oh man," and he was ash within seconds. I screamed 'no' and 'why' and 'how' over and over, but the words meant nothing.

The man looked back at me again, but the 'wizard' chimed in with a, "Tony," drawing his attention to him, "there was no other way," and he was gone, just like the others.

"What is happening!?" I yelled at 'Tony.' He didn't look this time, because the spider-man said to him, "Mr. Stark?" That must be his name. Tony Stark. "I don't feel so good."

"You're alright," Tony reassured him.

"I don't know what's happening," he said, falling into Tony's arms. He cried "I don't want to go," and "please," repeatedly, as I felt a tear run down my face. Stark couldn't hold him anymore, both of them falling to the ground. "I'm sorry," he finished, and Stark was suddenly holding his ashes.

He didn't look back at me. He sat there on the brick-red ground, curled up, holding his hands against his mouth. Everyone else was gone, and we weren't. He finally stood up after a few minutes, and opened his mouth to say something, "I'm—"

But I shot up, panting, checking my surroundings. Peter was lying next to me, sound asleep. I rubbed my face, and I could feel sweat and tears covering it. I tried to take deep breaths, but all that came out were sobs. Calming down is not a virtue I posses.

My sobs must have woken up Peter, because I could feel a hand softly rubbing circles on my back, and heard his comforting voice going, "Hey, you're alright. It's okay. Calm down." I don't know how he works his magic, but I could suddenly breathe again. "You wanna talk about it?" He asked.

"Yeah, actually," I said, wiping my face again and turning to face him. "So," I started, taking a deep breath, "there was this big, purple guy, but I couldn't remember his name, and—"

"Purple guy? Did he happen to have a gauntlet with colorful stones?" He interjected. (might i interject,,,SORRY SORRY) I nervously nodded.

"That son of a bitch! That's Thanos," he confirmed. Yes! That's Gamora's adoptive father. I've heard of him multiple times, and now I might know what he is capable of. "Sorry, continue."

I explained the whole dream to him, including the other three people, and almost every specific detail, like I was really there. Thinking this lead me to sobs again.

"Stop crying, y/n! It's okay! It's was only a dream."

"How can it only be a dream?! I don't remember dreams that specifically!" I shouted at him.

"I don't know, y/n. But you're here on the Milano, I'm right here, I'm alive, and so is everybody else. Okay?" He smiled comfortingly. "I love you."

"I love you too, Peter," I smiled back. "Can we stay up for a little longer though?"

"No! Strait to bed young lady!" He jokingly scolded, pointing to the pillows. He knows how to make me laugh, too. We both lied down, me resting my head on his shoulder, with my right hand intertwined with his left. And after that, I finally fell asleep, with only sweet dreams.

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Do you KNOW how many times I had to watch their deaths on YouTube to get the dialogue right??? IM CRYING

alright well I hope you enjoyed this depressing shit

and damn I forgot nebula was there too but I'm too lazy to edit it cause she doesn't actually say anything in that scene