Warning(s): None
Title: Wanna See the Stars?
Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader
Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy
Word Count: 1,575
Slashes through the air, hitting a white canvas to make lines. Lines that would turn into shapes over time and then the shapes would change into a whole picture. This was what you did and you loved it. Whether you were using an amazing brush with all of the bristles in the right place or your hands, it was all art to you. All of it came easy to you, with such grace and elegance. Some said that you looked as if you were dancing when you were painting. Today you happened to be using both a brush and your hands when your door opened to reveal a stunning looking man.
At first glance, he looked like some of the men who came in to get their wives presents. A painting of a flower or something cute; they always came in at the last second as if you were their superhero. When you looked closer, you could see that he was a lot different. Instead of wearing the nice clothing that the people on your planet wore, he was wearing a red leather jacket. Your race didn't wear anything close to that, but you had seen a merchant or two who came to visit your planet wear something similar.
Next, he had an amazing face, as if it was sculpted to look perfect. His cheeks bones, his lips, even his eyes were all shaped in the best way possible. Though, you may be thinking like that because you were painting and you were trained to see the word as a work of art before anything else. You couldn't remember someone so good looking ever coming into your tiny shop on the corner of the dusty street...
"Hello, can I help you?" You asked, quickly setting down your brush which was covered in the most brilliant shade of red as you painted a picture of the next door planet beside your own. You always wanted to visit there, but you were very poor as was most of your planet. Only the richest of the rich were able to go up into space. Most of the time they would only go on vacation somewhere else and they would just come back and return to their normal, rich life that they had here. You were different though, you yearned for adventure. You always wanted to go on trips to the outer edge of the galaxy just to turn around and the other direction to see what may be hiding over there. Since you couldn't, you stuck to painting other planets and living inside that dream that rested inside your head.
"Yeah, I bet you could help me." He said, flashing one of his dazzling smiles. He walked over toward the counter where you were now standing behind, the easel that you were just using being a few feet away from you. "My name is Peter Quill and I would like to talk to you about a job." The man continued to speak, extending his hand for you to shake. You didn't realize that your hand still had wet paint on it and you shook his hand, smiling slightly.
"Well, as you can see, I already have a job here. I don't need another one, though thank you for the offer. If you really need someone to help you with that job, there is a man down the street from here who runs a little store for fruit, and I'm sure that he would be more than willing to help you with whatever you may need. He is a very kind man and he would probably be more useful than I would with whatever you need."
"I haven't even told you about what the job is yet here you are, rushing in to decline. Where is your sense of adventure, your curiosity?" The man said, wiping his hand on his jeans, only to smear the paint that was on his hand. Your eyes widened when you noticed what you did and you hurried to grab a wet cloth for him.
"I'm so sorry sir, here use this. It will help you. P-Plus, it's not that I don't want to do this job for you, it's just that I probably won't be very good at it. I'm not good at many things other than painting. Painting is my life and I can't see myself really doing anything else other than using a brush as my tool." You said as you gingerly took his hand in your own and began to scrub off the paint. Luckily it came out easily and it didn't take that long to get it all off.
"Actually, I think that you would be the perfect girl for what I need. Why don't we sit down and talk about this? I've been told that I am a very good talker you know." Peter said, smirking as you quickly let go of his hand as the redness rose to your cheeks. Man, this guy was a cheeky thing, wasn't he?! Yet, it would be rude to just throw him out onto the street...
"Take a seat over there..." You ushered him toward a couch and quickly left to go and fix yourself up a bit. You stared at yourself in the mirror and knew that you must have looked strange to him. Your (h/c) hair was up in a very messy bun, stranglers falling down to block out some of your faces. You had bags that were under your (e/c) eyes that made it look like you hadn't slept in days! You quickly took down your bun and brushed your hair out a bit before taking off your apron, leaving you in a simple blue dress, and walking back out to talk to this strange man who had come into your shop.
"Well, as you were saying Mr.Quill." You said, sitting down next to him slowly and gently as if you were a delicate flower. That was how all the women on your planet were taught. You were always told you were supposed to stay proper and sweet, making the man do all of the tough jobs. You got scolded many a time when you were younger because you spoke about traveling space. Girls didn't do that. So, your dream had become a tiny, soft voice that would sometime speak up in the back of your mind.
"Call me Peter. Mr.Quill was my father. Anyway~! I am the captain of the ship called the Milano. You may know me as Star-lord." He smirked when he said his name, awaiting your reaction. All you did was shake your head, causing him to pout. "Come on, really?! No one knows who I am! I'm the Star-lord, a name that should be remembered by all!" He just sat there pouting for a few minutes before continuing, "Well, my crew and I need help with this painting that we found that we heard is a map to something that we need. None of us are able to read it, so we started to look for someone who could. That's where you come in. We heard that you were an amazing painting, and you are, by the way, so we wanted to see if you would come with us and help us."
"W-Wait, what?! You want me, to go on your ship, on an adventure...What is this thing that you are looking for? Is it evil? Will it harm me? Why did you come to me and not some other artist, since there are millions of them out there? Why come to me?" You began to ask all of these questions, causing Peter to shake his head.
"Details, details, details! All you need to know is that it will be an adventure! We will make sure that you are safe and you know, don't die while you're out there, so what are you waiting for? This is a one chance only kinda thing. If you don't agree, you will probably be stuck here, painting the stars for the rest of your life." Peter said, his hands making all of these odd motions as he spoke.
His words did get to you though...You had always wanted to go up and see stars and planets for yourself and you had always said that if the chance would come, you would take it. It was just since now it was here, you were scared. What if you died out there? He said that his crew would protect you but accidents happen...But he was talking about traveling through space, and how could you say no to that?
"I'm in." You said, really hoping that you didn't regret that decision later on in your life. Peter's smile seemed to widen as he grabbed your hand and began to drag you out of your store.
"Awesome, but just to warn you, my crew is a bit different. There is Groot and Rocket and Gamora and Drax. All of them are good, in their own ways, but some of them can be scary when you first met them...." Peter kept speaking, rambling about his crew and other things. You knew that you wouldn't have time to go back and grab anything you needed from your store. Hopefully, they had some clothes on board that you could use...No matter, you were going to space and you just couldn't wait to get started.
"Actually, I think that you would be the perfect girl for what I need. Why don't we sit down and talk about this? I've been told that I am a very good talker you know." Peter said, smirking as you quickly let go of his hand as the redness rose to your cheeks. Man, this guy was a cheeky thing, wasn't he?! Yet, it would be rude to just throw him out onto the street...
"Take a seat over there..." You ushered him toward a couch and quickly left to go and fix yourself up a bit. You stared at yourself in the mirror and knew that you must have looked strange to him. Your (h/c) hair was up in a very messy bun, stranglers falling down to block out some of your faces. You had bags that were under your (e/c) eyes that made it look like you hadn't slept in days! You quickly took down your bun and brushed your hair out a bit before taking off your apron, leaving you in a simple blue dress, and walking back out to talk to this strange man who had come into your shop.
"Well, as you were saying Mr.Quill." You said, sitting down next to him slowly and gently as if you were a delicate flower. That was how all the women on your planet were taught. You were always told you were supposed to stay proper and sweet, making the man do all of the tough jobs. You got scolded many a time when you were younger because you spoke about traveling space. Girls didn't do that. So, your dream had become a tiny, soft voice that would sometime speak up in the back of your mind.
"Call me Peter. Mr.Quill was my father. Anyway~! I am the captain of the ship called the Milano. You may know me as Star-lord." He smirked when he said his name, awaiting your reaction. All you did was shake your head, causing him to pout. "Come on, really?! No one knows who I am! I'm the Star-lord, a name that should be remembered by all!" He just sat there pouting for a few minutes before continuing, "Well, my crew and I need help with this painting that we found that we heard is a map to something that we need. None of us are able to read it, so we started to look for someone who could. That's where you come in. We heard that you were an amazing painting, and you are, by the way, so we wanted to see if you would come with us and help us."
"W-Wait, what?! You want me, to go on your ship, on an adventure...What is this thing that you are looking for? Is it evil? Will it harm me? Why did you come to me and not some other artist, since there are millions of them out there? Why come to me?" You began to ask all of these questions, causing Peter to shake his head.
"Details, details, details! All you need to know is that it will be an adventure! We will make sure that you are safe and you know, don't die while you're out there, so what are you waiting for? This is a one chance only kinda thing. If you don't agree, you will probably be stuck here, painting the stars for the rest of your life." Peter said, his hands making all of these odd motions as he spoke.
His words did get to you though...You had always wanted to go up and see stars and planets for yourself and you had always said that if the chance would come, you would take it. It was just since now it was here, you were scared. What if you died out there? He said that his crew would protect you but accidents happen...But he was talking about traveling through space, and how could you say no to that?
"I'm in." You said, really hoping that you didn't regret that decision later on in your life. Peter's smile seemed to widen as he grabbed your hand and began to drag you out of your store.
"Awesome, but just to warn you, my crew is a bit different. There is Groot and Rocket and Gamora and Drax. All of them are good, in their own ways, but some of them can be scary when you first met them...." Peter kept speaking, rambling about his crew and other things. You knew that you wouldn't have time to go back and grab anything you needed from your store. Hopefully, they had some clothes on board that you could use...No matter, you were going to space and you just couldn't wait to get started.
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