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Starmora-53 wedding day with exchange of rings and vows, 54-big wedding celebration on Xandar, and 55-Wedding night and off to the honeymoon they go.

53. “Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully weddedhusband/wife?” // 54. “May I have this dance, wife/husband?” // 55. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’mso happy I can finally call you my wife/husband.”

wao this is almost 5k words long um,,,,, i got another prompt asking for 53 + a wedding ceremony so here’s to both of you anons!!!

so yeah anyway. here’s a humongo jumbo starmora wedding fic ;)))

It’s somewhat of a big deal, the marriage of two three-time galaxy savers. At least,that’s the impression Gamora gets, judging by the enthusiasm and helpfulness ofthe Xandarians (and even Nova Prime herself?)when she and Peter announce their desire to be wed upon arriving on theirplanet.

It’s a couple of days of planning and organizing andassembling the people important to them, even the Avengers all the way fromTerra (with whom they’ve been on fairly good terms with since defeating Thanosmonths ago).

And then it’s the big day. She sneaks Peter one lastfarewell kiss in bed before running off with Nebula to get ready.

The Nova Corps had been generous enough to offer them roomsto stay in during the whole ordeal—their way of saying, “Thanks for getting ridof Thanos for us,” Peter had guessed—and Nebula pushes Gamora down in a chairin front of a vanity. (Because, apparently, Nebula helping bring down Thanosresulted in her criminal records getting expunged as well, and Peter tried togive her a congratulatory high-five for it, but she interpreted it as an attackand simply hit him in the face in return. Gamora couldn’t stop laughing fornearly ten minutes.)

“Hair is so troublesome,” Nebula says with a tsk sound, but starts doing Gamora’shair anyway. For whatever reason, despite having no hair herself, Nebula usedto do Gamora’s hair for fun when they were younger. Sisterly bonding, they’d called it in hushed whispers during thelate hours of the night, Nebula fascinating herself with all the different waysshe could braid Gamora’s hair. “What a disadvantage in battle.”

Gamora relaxes into Nebula’s touch with a smirk. “Yet,somehow, you are talented when it comes to doing it.”

She pictures Nebula rolling her eyes as she parts Gamora’shair and starts weaving the pieces together. It’s familiar, it’s comfortable,and, for once, Gamora finds herself able to truly enjoy their quiet momentstogether without fearing Thanos or his guards finding and stopping them.

“Any specific requests?” Nebula asks.

“Just do your best,” Gamora says with a shrug. She may havehair, but styling it has never been one of her interests (well, except coloringit). That’d always been Nebula’s department.

And Nebula truly does take creative license with it thistime, braiding it carefully before pinning it into a loose bun, slightlyoff-center. Then she takes things even further,reaching for the small vase of flowers they’d received as Congratulations! from the Nova Corps and pulling some of the whiteflowers out. They remind Gamora of the ones she’d seen on Terra with Peter—daisies, he’d called them through hislaughter as she’d sneezed.

Fortunately, these ones don’t have obnoxious pollen and aresmaller than Terran daisies. Nebula weaves a couple of them into her hair and,honestly, the fact that this whole wedding thing is even happening and Nebula’shere to support her as her sister andshe’s doing her hair and Thanos is dead and gone forever and—

Gamora takes a deep, grounding breath. It’s a lot.

“There.” Nebula steps back, meeting Gamora’s eyes in themirror. “If you mess it up, I’ll kill you.”

Turning her head slightly, Gamora sees some of Nebula’s workin her reflection and it really isher best, because Nebula had never done anything quite as intricate as this when they were children. Gamora smiles.

“Thank you, Nebula,” she says quietly, suddenly overcomewith an emotion she can’t quite identify. She turns around to look at Nebula.“Thank you for everything.”

Nebula dismisses her gratitude with a roll of her eyes, butthe emotion there is visible. Gamora stands up and pulls Nebula into a hug,and, for a moment, they’re not adults, they’re little girls trying to survivetogether in a galaxy that had taken so much from them. She knows Nebula isfeeling it, too, because when Gamora ends the hug moments later, Nebula’s handfind hers, just like old times, and Gamora squeezes it reassuringly.

We’re going to beokay, Nebula, a young voice echoes in Gamora’s mind. Someday.

“You should finish getting ready,” Nebula says, clearing herthroat and pulling her hand back to herself. “Wouldn’t want to be late to yourown wedding.”

“Yeah.” Gamora smiles.

From there, she puts on a simple white dress she’d gottenback on Terra after defeating Thanos, when she’d mentioned plans to eventuallymarry Peter to a very curious Natasha Romanoff, only to find a dress tuckedinto her things the next day with a teasing note written in the Terran languagecalled “English.”

(You’ll be needingthis soon. You’re welcome. –Nat, it read, according to Peter, who’d justgiven her this look upon reading thewords and glancing at the dress.)

It’s nothing grand, more of a sun dress than anything else,but that’s just how she and Peter operate, really. Simplicity.

Nebula helps her with the zipper in the back and Gamorablinks and suddenly she’s holding flowers and walking down an aisle—the aisle—with Nebula at her side.

They’re in this beautiful garden, close to the Nova Corps’building. All sorts of flowers and plants surround them, providing a colorfulbackdrop to the ceremony. Kraglin and Mantis cheer loudly from their front rowseats, earning them some curious glances from the few Nova Corps officialswho’d come to support. Dey just nods with this small smile on his face. TonyStark is filming with his weird Terran phone device while the rest of theAvengers just watch expectantly. Natasha’s beaming.

And, of course, Peter’s down at the end of the aisle withNova Prime herself, who’d offered to officiate because, well, why not, and therest of the team is there, too. Drax is shirtless, Rocket’s in his usual outfit(at least it’s clean for once), andGroot at least had the decency to put a bowtie on.

Then there’s Peter, who’s in a nice button-up shirt anddress pants, looking at her with this expression of awe and raw emotion andGamora finds herself walking a tad faster, this dumb smile on her face.

“Maybe he’s not as much of an idiot as I thought,” Nebulamurmurs to her, looking a little less stone-faced than usual. Gamora takes itas a win, affectionately bumping her shoulder against Nebula’s.

Finally, finally, theyreach their destination, and Nebula gives her shoulder a little squeeze beforestepping off to the side. Gamora takes a deep breath and stands beside Peter, glancingup at him. He smiles and sneaks his right hand into her left. She shifts herflowers to her right and looks up at Nova Prime.

“Thank you all for coming here today,” she begins,addressing the crowd. “We’re here to celebrate the union of Peter Quill ofTerra and Gamora of Zen-Whoberi.”

As Nova Prime continues, Gamora can’t stop herself from watchingPeter out of the corner of her eye. He blinks quickly, his smile tightening,before glancing at her again, and she grins.

Somehow, it’s already time for the vows, Nebula taking herflowers from her as she turns to face Peter properly and, yeah, okay, he’scrying before he even starts talking, and Gamora can’t help but laugh at him.

“You should be joyous,” Drax scolds from behind Peter. “Itis your wedding day.”

“It’s just kind of emotional, man,” Peter manages, snifflingas he looks back at Drax like he’s crazy. “How can you not cry at your own wedding?”

Drax looks unimpressed. “I was too joyous.”

Rocket rolls his eyes and Groot just lets out this softgrunt, offering his sympathy to Peter.

“Alright, alright,” Gamora cuts in, carefully brushingPeter’s tears away with her thumb.

“Thanks.” Peter clears his throat, holding her hands again.“Uh, anyway, vows. Yeah. Okay. Here we go…For those who don’t know,” he looksout at their small audience, “Gamora and I first met here on Xandar when I wastrying to sell this Orb I stole, and then she tried to steal it from me so she could sell it, and then Rocket andGroot over here got involved—“

“You had a bounty on your head for forty-thousand units!”Rocket insists.

“That was our bounty!” Kraglin adds from the audience.

“Yeah, okay, thanks, anywaywe all fought and totally caused this huge public disturbance,” at that, NovaPrime gives Peter this look, and heclears his throat again, shaking his head, “and what I’m trying to get at here is you never really know how some stupidlittle thing you do could change your life, because I stole the Orb looking toget a quick buck out of it, but instead I got this team, this—this family, and then Gamora was just…she wasthe most beautiful out of all of us in this little group, y’know? I’m prettysure if you ask anyone on the team, they’d agree. Not just beautiful on theoutside, I mean, on the inside, because she’s the one who pushed us to give upthe Orb for free to protect people, rather than sell it for money, and…”

He trails off, pressing his lips together. She squeezes hishands.

“And we haven’t looked back since,” he continues. “She’s thereason we are who we are today, honestly. And she’s the reason I’m who I amtoday, too.”

“Quill was already an asshole on his own, pre-Gamora,”Rocket whispers oh-so-quietly toDrax, who barks out a laugh, and Groot just looks between them inembarrassment, and, and—

It really wouldn’t be their wedding if nobody was being anasshole rather than respectful, so Peter just ignores them.

“I love you, Gamora,” he says, looking at her intently. “Morethan I ever thought you could love someone. And here I thought I’d never findthis, find happiness like this, afterI left Earth, but then…here you are, with me, and there is so much out there Iwant to do with you, more Earth music I have yet to discover and dance moves Ihave yet to learn, and the things that meant so much to me before suddenlyaren’t fun unless you’re there with me to experience them. We’ve been through alot in the time we’ve been together, and there’s no telling how many moreobstacles we’ll have to overcome in the future—probably a lot, knowing the team—but what I do know is as long as we’re together, we’re unbeatable, and Ipromise to always have your back against every enemy and challenge we face, foras long as I’m able to, because you’re worth it. You deserve so much, so many good things, the entireworld, err, galaxy, even, and I just want to stand by you through it all.”

He concludes with a deep breath, his eyes misty again, andnow Gamora’s the one choking back tears. She notices Mantis hugging Kraglin inthe front row, while he sniffles and her antennae glow as she cries his tears.Rocket’s making a point to look down at the ground, carefully swiping a pawover his eyes while Drax nods solemnly, approving Peter’s words. A few tearsstreak down Groot’s bark, but he offers her a smile.

“Gamora?” Nova Prime prompts softly. Gamora nods, quicklyblinking away her tears and taking a calming breath.

“Thank you, Peter. Your words mean more to me than I couldever describe.” He smiles at that, and she swears her heart melts a little, asit always does when she’s with him. “I also find our…unconventional meeting tobe a very endearing part about us and our relationship. It makes it special, ina way. We were just two thieves trying to find places for ourselves in anunforgiving galaxy and, as fate would have it, those places for us weretogether, with our friends, teaming up to protect people. And for someone whogrew up terrorizing others, always surrounded by enemies, you uniting this teamthat’s readily accepted me was a gift far larger than any other I’d receivedbefore.”

She briefly looks over at the others, who are all watchingher with small smiles. “Love was something I thought I’d forgotten long ago.Yes, I could be an ally, perhaps even a friend,but a lover? A wife? That had alwaysbeen out of reach for me, something I’d never even considered a possibility, no matter how far away I could get fromThanos. But then you showed up with your Terran music and warmth and openheart, challenging me to become the ‘best version of myself,’ as I believe youput it once. We were two lost souls wandering the galaxy for our entire livesbefore we met, and I’m so grateful to be able to call you home. As you said, we’re stronger together, and we can overcome anychallenge we face. I don’t remember much from my home world, but what I do know is, according to my people, thisunion is eternal, larger than life itself. As we bind ourselves—our souls—togethernow, we will forever be bound, even in the stars once our lives come to an end.I promise to love you to the best of my ability, both now and beyond this life,and I look forward to spending eternity with you.”

Drax can insist there’s no crying at weddings all he wants, butGamora doesn’t care, because the stray tears that escape her eyes during herspeech are worth it. And now Peter just wraps her up in this tight embrace,holding her against him as he shudders with a soft cry. It’s a dramatic andsomewhat unconventional display in the middle of a wedding, sure, but it’s forgood reason. They’ve truly been through a lottogether, overcoming their pasts while dealing with the monsters of thepresent, and it’s groundbreaking to think that today is just a pure victory for them.

“Peter,” she murmurs with a soft laugh after a few moments,patting his back, “we aren’t even married yet.”

“Yeah, I know, sorry, I just…” He laughs a little, too, andpulls away from her, swiping at his eyes with his hands. “I really love you,y’know?”

“I love you, too,” she murmurs.

“I am Groot,” Groot says, sounding so much like his youngerself in that moment, little tears escaping his eyes as he holds Rocket againsthis chest, who’s trying to get his crying under control.

Rocket waves his paw blindly at them with a sniffle. “Justignore me, just—finish the d’ast wedding already, will ya?”

“Idiots,” Nebula mutters from behind Gamora, but Gamoranotices the way her voice catches on the word.

“What is wrongwith all of you?” Drax looks around at each of them.

Nova Prime’s just patiently waiting for them all to get theirshit together (as Peter would eloquently put it) when Gamora turns herattention back to her. Peter smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, sorry, no more vows,let’s just keep going.”

“It’s an emotional day,” Nova Prime says with a small smile.“Do you have rings?”

“Groot,” Peter says, turning back to Groot, who holds hishand out toward them. He opens his fist, revealing two silver wedding bandsGamora’s pretty sure Peter sneakily picked up while they were on Earth.“Thanks, buddy.”

“I am Groot.” He smiles as Peter picks up the rings, handinghis to her.

They look to Nova Prime, who nods before continuing.

“Do you, Peter, take this woman, Gamora, to be your lawfullywedded wife?”

“I do.”

The two words make Gamora’s insides dance, as her heartbeats more quickly and she’s pretty sure her hands are shaking.

“Do you, Gamora, take this man, Peter, to be your lawfullywedded husband?”

“I do.”

“Now, the rings,” Nova Prime directs. “Do you remember whatto say?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Peter reassures her, sliding the ring ontoGamora’s finger. “You are the love of my life and you are my very best friend.”

Gamora’s so focused on the new feeling of the ring on herfinger—though she has many other rings, none of have felt quite as important as this—that she nearly forgets to return thegesture. She quickly slides Peter’s onto his finger. “You are the love of mylife and you are my very best friend.”

Nova Prime looks between them then, smiling. “Then I nowpronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Peter, of course, doesn’t hesitate on that, pulling herforward and meeting her big smile with his lips. She somewhat registers thesounds of everyone cheering happily around them, especially the team.

It’s all so surreal, she’s not even sure how long she kissesPeter for before he’s tugging her back down the aisle with this playful giggle,nearly dislodging the flowers carefully placed in her hair.

“Idiot!” Nebula yells after them, almost affectionately.

The reception in a rather lavish ballroom (almost too fancy for a group as rowdy as them,Gamora thinks) consists of food, dancing, dancing, and dancing, and…did shemention dancing?

She has about all of twenty minutes to eat food and cut thecake and then eat the cake beforePeter’s pulling her out of her seat with, “May I have this dance, my lovely andwonderful wife?”

“I think I’m starting to like ‘babe’ more,” she says, butshe follows him anyway, intertwining their fingers.

Taking after Terran tradition, they have their “first dance”together as a married couple before opening the dance floor to everyone else.Fittingly, they dance to “Fooled Around and Fell in Love,” as Peter claims it’sbiographical of their relationship, but it’s also nostalgic for both of them,forever a reminder of their first mission together to defeat Ronan.

And, well, that was a while ago. Gamora has yet to sit downsince Peter first pulled her up, as she’s been talking to the various guestswho attended and taking turns with the other Guardians to check on the foodtable, making sure Rocket isn’t still sneaking food from it. (It’s becomesomething of a game, apparently.)

Finally, she catches a break when she runs into Drax on thedance floor and, in a very, very rare moment, he offers her his hand.

“It would be an honor to dance with the bride,” he says, andshe has to force herself to stop gaping at him.

“Drax, I know how you feel about dancing—“

“This is a very special occasion, Gamora,” he explains. Sheplaces her hand in his. “Tonight is for celebrating you and Quill, and dancingis something very sacred in your relationship. It’s how you communicate yourfeelings.”

“Uh-huh…” She just stares at him as he places a hand on herhip.

“You are both very important to me,” he says. “Let me conveythat through dance.”

And he does, as they sway slowly to whatever Terran song isplaying now from Peter’s Zune (which, since traveling to Terra, has been upgradedto hold more songs). Drax dances with her like a father dances with herdaughter, she thinks, swallowing against a lump forming in her throat, and shereally, really makes sure to cherisheach moment of what will probably be the only dance they ever share.

When the song ends, he releases her with a rare smile, whichshe returns with a shaky, “Thank you,” because maybe she’ll never get to dancewith her own father from her childhood again, and maybe Drax will never get toshare a dance with his own daughter, but, at the very least, they’re able toshare this moment together.

Later, Rocket comes by, grumbling about being bored withnothing to tinker with—Dey had apparently stopped him from taking apart someNova Corps equipment—and another slow song starts playing over the speakers.Gamora silently debates with herself before remembering Drax’s words about thisnight being special, and she bends over, offering her hand to Rocket.

“Would you like to dance?” she asks. “Perhaps that will easeyour boredom.”

Rocket looks taken aback as he stares at her, wide-eyed. “Whoa, look, I ain’t no homewrecker—“

“It’s fine, Rocket,” she says. “Dance with me.”

He hesitates for a few moments before groaning, placing hispaws in her hands. “Sure, fine, whatever, just don’t come whinin’ to metomorrow when your back’s killin’ ya.”

It’s challenging, admittedly, having to lean down closer toRocket’s height while, but it’s not entirely uncomfortable. They fall into alighthearted conversation while they’re swaying, Rocket’s paws grasping herfingers with a sort of gentleness she’s never quite observed in him before. Hesnickers over this and that, telling her all about the wedding thus far fromhis (apparently, very different) point of view.

“I swear, Quill wouldn’t quit cryin’ this mornin’!” he says.“He was damn near inconsolable before the d’ast ceremony even started!”

“You say this as if we didn’t all see you cry.”

“Hey, at least I was able to make it down the frickin’ aislebefore I got emotional. He was practically cryin’ the whole way down!” Helaughs. “Quill’ll always be a crybaby.”

“He’s ourcrybaby,” she says.

“Your crybaby.Like hell am I taking responsibility over that humie,” he says with a shudder.

As the song ends, Rocket scampers off in search of alcohol,leaving Gamora to roll her eyes. She’s ready to find Peter and retire to theirtable when Groot approaches her, holding a glass of water.

“I am Groot,” he says, offering her the glass.

“Thank you,” she says, accepting it and taking a few quicksips. “Are you having fun?”

“I am Groot.”

“You’re right, it is pretty hectic,” she says, studying thecrowd with Groot. She catches sight of Peter then, talking to Tony Stark andthe other Avengers who came. Thor pulls him into a tight hug. She smirks asPeter’s face contorts in pain. “I’m glad you’re having fun, though.”

“I am Groot?”

She looks up at Groot with a nod. “Yeah. I’m having fun,too. This is a big night for Peter and myself. And everyone, really.”

“I am Groot.”

“This family is not very conventional, but I agree. It’s agood family.”

For whatever reason, Peter apparently has an affinity forthe slow Terran songs, because anotherone starts playing. She sets her glass down on a nearby table and turns toGroot with a knowing smile, holding out a hand. “May I have this dance, Groot?”

His expression brightens considerably, which is saying alot, considering how much he’d already been beaming during their conversation.She briefly recalls Groot’s younger self dancing enthusiastically to just abouteverything, so it’s no surprise whenhe readily takes her hand and pulls her closer. They start dancing togetherslowly, and, honestly, Gamora finds herself missing little Groot just a bitmore in that moment, because he just grew up so quickly, and she’s not exactly sure when or how it happened.

“I am Groot,” he says as he twirls her. She laughs a little.

“Peter taught you well.”

“I am Groot.”

She almost wishes the night would last forever, too. It’s sopeaceful, so tranquil, just a night dedicated to celebrating them and dancingand not having to worry about any threats to the galaxy or how to make enoughmoney to pay for fuel for the Quadrant or whatever. At least the memories ofthe night will be ingrained in her forever.

“I am Groot?”

At Groot’s question, she looks at him curiously. “Are youafraid things will change now?”

He nods.

“Don’t worry, Groot,” she reassures him, offering him asmile. “They won’t. Yes, Peter and I will be gone for the next week and you andthe others will be on your own during that time, but nothing’s going to changebetween all of us, especially betweenyou and me.”

Ever since Groot’s baby days, she’s had a special kind ofrelationship with him, maternal, in a way, and it’s somewhat carried over intoGroot’s adulthood. He smiles at her words, and as the song comes to an end, shegestures for him to lean down closer to her.

“Thank you for dancing with me, Groot,” she murmurs,wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him. He carefully reciprocates,pushing his forehead against hers with a soft grunt. She pulls away after a fewmoments.

“I am Groot.”

“I love you, too.” A loud yell—Rocket, she rolls her eyes—draws her attention then, and she looksaround Groot to see Drax pick Rocket up to remove him from the food table for,what, the fourth time?

Before she can say anything, Groot offers a quick, “I amGroot,” before heading in Rocket and Drax’s direction, probably to diffuse thesituation. She sighs, retrieving the glass of water Groot had brought her andtaking a quick sip.

“Hey, babe,” Peter greets as he walks up to her, wrapping anarm around her waist and pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“Hey,” she returns, offering him her water. He accepts ithappily, downing the rest of it. “Rocket’s terrorizing the food again.”

“It’s fine, I think things are winding down soon, anyway,”he says with a shrug, putting the empty glass down on the table. “I kinda wishit would never end, y’know?”

“Yeah.” She smiles up at him. “Thank you.”

“Uh…you’re welcome?” he says, eyebrow raised. “What did Ido?”

“This,” she exhales, gesturing to the entire room. “It’s…Idon’t even know how to describe it.”

“Well, this is just as much your doing as it is mine,” he insists, pulling her closer. “Thank you for marrying my dumb ass.”

She rests her head against his shoulder, closing her eyesfor a quick moment of rest. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,Peter Quill. I’m so happy I can finally call you my husband.”

Her words seem to take him aback, as he turns his head tolook down at her.

“For once in my life,” she continues quietly, “when I askmyself if I’d change anything about my past, undo anything that’s happened tome…my answer is no.”

When she opens her eyes to look back up at him, his eyes arewet again—she can almost hear Rocket’s bark of laughter from earlier ringingthrough her ears—and he just nods, understanding.

“Yeah. Me, too,” he manages shakily, and she turns her bodyto properly embrace him.

It’s strange, to think this night of celebration has come toan end, after so many shared moments with her friends and family in a settingshe would have never predicted (her wedding,the words still sound foreign to her, even after it’s over), but as she and Peter pack up their things for their earlydeparture the next morning, she realizes this isn’t an end, but a beginning.

A completely new beginning, following the new beginningshe’d achieved with Nebula in defeating Thanos months ago. The beginnings neverend, really, as each day provides her with the start of some new thing, newchance to make memories with Peter and Nebula and the others.

“I suppose I’ll keep an eye on your idiots while you’regone,” Nebula offers, her generosity carefully guarded behind her grumbling.“Make sure they don’t do anything foolish without you.”

“Wow. Thank you, Nebula, that’s really nice of you,” Petersays a little too happily, promptingNebula to roll her eyes. “You can stay with us after that, if you want.”

When Nebula looks over at her, Gamora shrugs. “You could.”

“I’d rather not be driven to insanity,” is all Nebulaanswers before stalking out of the room.

Peter turns to Gamora, a stack of his shirts in hand. “Isthat…a no?”

“It’s a maybe,” she says, handing him her shirts.

“Awesome.” He packs them into his bag together. “Hey, wannago scope out the leftovers? I’m pretty hungry from all this packing.”

“I thought there weren’t any leftovers,” she says, crossingher arms.

“I mean Rocket’sleftovers, since he kept sneaking food from the frickin’ table.”

“In that case, yes.”

Last they’d seen Rocket, he’d passed out on the couch underGroot’s watchful eye. Peter takes Gamora’s hand in his to lead her out thedoor, and as she feels the smooth texture of his ring against her skin, sheducks her head, smiling to herself.

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