Guardians of the Galaxy (Peter Quill x Reader)

Chapter Two

26 YEARS LATER

MORAG 2014

You step out of your spaceship letting the breeze on the abandoned planet blow through you. Surrounding you are rocks and debris that appear to be populated by small, rodent-like creatures. How the hell are you supposed to find some fancy orb here?  You spin around trying to find clues. There's nothing intriguing. All of the rocks look misshapen, out of place, falling apart. The debris floats across the ground or rests on top of rock formations. The creatures lurk creepily, sending shivers down your spine. It's hopeless. There are no possible hints leading to your end goal. On the brink of giving up, you think back to your sister: Gamora. You managed to escape the wrath of Thanos almost two decades ago, but she didn't.

Not long after your departure from Thanos' ship, you became a petty thief, making a bit of money here and there, sometimes at the cost of others whose items you were swiping. But, amidst the fun you had, there were melancholy times of loneliness where you longed for your friends again. Shortly after being taken from Terra, you, Gamora, and Nebula grew inseparable. You were sisters. The sisters you chose to leave behind in order to escape, only helping yourself. Recently, you ran into Gamora, the now tough assassin who had every right to be mean to you after skipping town on her and Nebula. But, she always had a soft spot for you, randomly being abducted and only trying to get out of whatever Thanos had planned, so she forgave you.

Gamora told you about how she and Nebula turned against each other after you left, longing for you to return and bring the friendship back somehow. She talked about how Thanos had become more powerful and menacing as time went on, and she was planning on betraying him through Ronan. Ronan is one of the Kree people who is working with Thanos in order to bring equality to the universe. He needs the orb to gain strength, which is exactly what Gamora promised to bring him. Obviously, she is not going to follow through and she actually intends on selling it to a third party. This third party is willing to pay a copious amount of units, something you love. You could use a few units to fix up your ship and it feels amazing having Gamora back as a friend, so she let you assist her in her plan.

That's why you're on Morag, scoping a dusty, old planet and looking for some fruity orb. To make the search possible, you need your beloved walkman. You put in your headphones and strap the device to your pants. Upon pressing play, you instantly recognize the song. Letting the rhythm take you, you start wandering the planet on a hunt for the orb.

Peter Quill waltzes out of the Milano, walkman at his hip, per usual. He is looking for some kind of orb. The same orb you are currently searching for yourself. Yondu sent Peter to Morag in search of the orb, however, he is destined to retrieve it before Yondu and make a little bank for himself. Upon reaching a flat area, Peter retracts his mask and presses play on his walkman. "Come and Get Your Love" by Redbone starts playing and he instantly picks up with the melody. He dances and sings along, never missing a beat after hearing the song so many times. He kicks some rocks and creatures out of his way, enjoying himself as he continues to get closer to his destination.

Hearing a noise, Peter immediately comes to a halt. He can hear someone moving near him, but he also hears...music? He takes his headphones off and presses pause on the walkman. He still hears the faded notes to a legendary song. Not only does he know this song, but he loves this song. Turning around in circles, he sees the source of the noise. His mouth falls agape as he looks at you, dancing, completely oblivious to everything around you.

"If you like piña coladas,

and getting caught in the rain,"

You belt your heart out into the lyrics as the song plays on your walkman. You sway your hips to the beat, finding the rhythm and making a fool of yourself as you move to it. You've become immune to dancing and singing alone in the comfort of your own ship that the thought of another being witnessing you has never crossed your mind. The days alone on your ship are spent blaring one of your tapes at an unhealthy volume and following all of the songs you know so damn well. Although you couldn't dance to save your own life, you lack embarrassment and just look so confident doing it that it almost looks good. Does Peter find this cute? Hell yeah, he does.