Peter Quill is a Star-Lord. (thehoffs_twin) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2019-10-31 14:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | -backdated, -complete, gamora, peter quill |
Who: Peter and Gamora
What: This is Halloween
When: Earlier this month
Where: The Guardians' Townhouse
It had all started fermenting in Gamora's head one day as she walked around downtown New York looking to reacquaint herself with Terra. There was to be some sort of event that involved pumpkins, skeletons and spiderwebs. Or something. When she arrived at their townhouse Gamora decided to ask Peter, who hadn't lived in Terra that much more than she had but who was the best person to help satisfy her curiosity sooner rather than later.
"Peter, what is going on with pumpkins?"
"Hmm?" Peter looked away from the TV screen, some Japanese horror movie playing in the background while he fiddled with a rubik cube. "Pumpkins? Like, are we talking that pumpkin spice thing that apparently basic terran girls go crazy over? I'm pretty sure it's some sort of drug, the way it's slowly getting into everything." He'd accidentally bought pumpkin spice cereal the other day and had regretted it almost immediately.
Fruit Loops was way better. Even if it wasn't as vibrant as he remembered it.
He cocked his head and tried to think of what else he would know a pumpkin for but he was drawing a blank. "Why do you ask?"
"No, not just that it's... There are a number of pumpkins on shop windows and decorations that allude to something sinister I think? But I don't understand." Gamora explained, joining Peter on the couch. "What does Terra celebrate that involves skeletons and vegetables?"
Peter stretched a hand out almost automatically, letting it rest lightly on her thigh as his eyes suddenly widened. "Oh. My. God. Hallowe'en! I'd COMPLETELY forgotten about that!" He turned so he could look at her, excitement covering his face. "This was legit my favourite holiday when I was a kid! I mean, after Christmas, because fuck yeah, presents but Hallowe'en! Oh babe, you can go out without anything, you can just be you and green and beautiful because okay, Hallowe'en."
Like usual, Peter was rambling and getting ahead of his brain. "So. October 31st, you get to dress up like anyone you want, and go to people's houses and get free candy." He smiled widely until he realized something. "Oh wait, it's a kid holiday. I think as an adult, you get to dress up like anyone you want and go to bars and get drunk ... I kinda want the candy more though..." He tapped his foot on the ground. "I tried to get Yondu to celebrate it but he wouldn't give me a Terran calendar, and he didn't believe in candy anyways. Said it would make me too sweet and then he wouldn't be able to get the crew not to nibble." He shook his head fondly. "Fuck, I miss that guy."
Peter's reaction was so effusive that it alarmed Gamora only a little. She stared at him as he rambled on, not the least bit more enlightened on the subject. Gamora did appreciate him saying that her normal self was beautiful, though. There was that.
"Right. And what's the...purpose? What is it for?" She squeezed in, between rambles, not expecting things to turn nostalgic and a little sad when Peter mentioned Yondu. Gamora momentarily forgot about Hallowe'en and put a comforting hand on Peter's leg. "I know you do. If you can dress up as anything, can you honor him by dressing up as him maybe? I don't know if that is insensitive or not. I don't know how to properly mourn someone. Least of all on this holiday."
His eyes almost instantly teared up. "Me? Yondu?" He could do it. There was enough facepaint here, and it wouldn't be hard to make his hair into a Mohawk, spray paint it red...maybe get a long duster...."I think that's a great idea, babe. Holy shit, why are you so amazing?" Leaning in, he gave her a soft kiss and smiled as he pulled back. "And you know what? You can be you! You don't need your little image thing, you can just be you and I can be with you the way you are." He paused. "I won't kiss you as Yondu though. I think that might be weird? Unless you know," he continued, raising a brow suggestively, "you're into that. Wanna roleplay, baby? Yeah? You like that?"
Gamora smiled, happy to have garnered such a reaction from Peter. She knew nothing of closure and moving on, so anything seemed as valid as anything else to her.
"I can be me." She said simply, nodding. "Maybe with a new jacket. My things feel a little beaten."
And then he went and ruined it in his own Peter Quill patented way. Gamora frowned, visibly disturbed. "Absolutely, categorically not. Why would- what- no! No, Peter! We can do everything else. But no."
Peter couldn't help but laugh at Gamora's disgusted face. Leaning in, he stole a quick and leaned down to nuzzle her neck. "You're so cute, babe. And smart. And amazing. And all the Gamora things."
He grinned into her skin before sighing happily and leaning back. "But if you want a new jacket, that's something I can definitely do. Shopping spree it is!" And maybe he'd find some good Yondu inspired clothes too.