A\N: AS always I did not create the Gif I do not posses those skills I used the gif search bar. If you are the creator of any of the gifs I've used and would like to to Gove you proper credit please let me know and I will edit to tag you for the credit. I know I’ve been gone forever and I’m getting flakier and flakier and at this point I’m truly surprised if anyone still follows any of my stories. Again, I apologize the headspace has been utter garbage and I’m fighting as hard as I can to get content written and posted if only, I could get the headspace and the family to cooperate at the same time that would be wonderful. After all that rambling, here’s the story, enjoy and happy reading.
Yondu began to talk to Y\N trying to calm her anxiety that seemed to spike out of nowhere in the middle of the night taking her hand from his thigh and bringing it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on the back of it before placing it over his heart.
“Darlin’ I don’t know what’s got you fretting all of a sudden, but I want you to listen to me. As long as that heart right there is beating you ain’t ever gotta worry ‘bout nothin’ getting you in the night. I promise you that.”
Yondu, as gently as he could, pulled Y/N to his chest and slowly rocking her back and forth trying to calm her as quickly as possible. He didn’t know what she may have been through, but he knew it had to have been something terrible to have her this out of sorts from simply being in a different bed than her own. Why hadn’t she realized yet that she and the boy were the two safest ones on that ship as long as he was around. Yondu would rather sacrifice his own life than to ever let either or those two get hurt in any way, shape, or form.
If Y/N questions, her safety still after being on his crew for this long, could something have happened with them or was this something from her life back on Terra messing with her still? Yondu made a mental note to try and ease her into opening up as to why she had this reaction later when she was actually awake enough to delve into potential past traumas.
Yondu managed to get her calmed and back to sleep within about an hour of her waking as she had, and it was a restful rest of the night. As the day started it came with the sounding of alarms to wake and get to work on the ship. More maintenance for the ship and caring for Peter he was still young and needed taught the basics or everyday life all be it not the everyday life that was expected by him and Y/N.
Yondu carefully woke Y/N and handed off her daily Ravager attire of her denim coveralls with the Ravager emblem over the part that rests over her heart and the pants and plain white tee she wore under them. She offered a small smile as she took them and hurried off to the captain’s bathroom to ready herself for the day.
Once dressed she left the captain’s quarters, checked in on Peter, and started on her daily tasks. She did her best to avoid Yondu all day and for the most part she was successful until it came time for the nightly meal.
Yondu basically cornered her asking her why she had been avoiding him all day to which she tried to get away without responding. She wasn’t ready to talk about what had happened the night before and was going well out of her way to avoid it. She just wasn’t ready for that particular conversation with Yondu. She thought if he knew what caused her to wake the way she did in his bed he would see her as ‘soft’ and that would be the end of their relationship. Something she wasn’t ready for, nor did she want.
Yondu decided to let her avoid their conversation at that moment but was determined to at least find out what had happened last night that she had woken up so terrified. He left her eat and socialize like she normally would, but he watched her closely. Waiting for her to decide to call it a night and retire to her quarters for the night after making sure the boy was in for the night. Once she had tucked the boy in then Yondu would make his move and get her to talk to him.
Yondu was waiting outside of Peter’s quarters for Y/N to finish up the boy’s nightly bedtime routine. A fact that Y/N was unaware of until she exited Peter’s room. Upon realizing Yondu was waiting for her startled her which caused her to let out a little yelp of surprise before greeting him.
“You surprised me Cap. Wasn’t expecting you to be lurking just outside the door, Sir.” She spoke barely loud enough to be heard by him and made no efforts to make eye contact. She wasn’t entirely up for the conversation she knew was about to be had but she knew Yondu was like a bulldog with a bone when he wanted answers.
“Well Darlin’, you’ve done an excellent job of avoiding me today and I needed to talk witcha ‘bout las night…” He stopped and gave her a knowing look he had a feeling this was going to be a hard conversation to have with Y/N, but he needed to confirm his theories about his love. Deep down he wanted to be worried over nothing more than a simple bad night but something in his gut told him there was more to it. He really hoped it wasn’t as bad as he feared.
With a sigh Y/N nodded and agreed to talk with him only in his private quarters as to not risk the rest of the crew overhearing the conversation. She motioned to Yondu to lead the way back to his room as she was clearly not in any hurry to have that conversation.
Her childhood was the one thing that she never talked about. It wasn’t a good experience and not something she enjoyed revisiting. It was a harsh reminder that she was damaged goods. A fact her father would remind her of almost daily. Y/N was starting to feel the anxiety build at the thought of telling Yondu what caused that nightmare the night prior. The fear of her father’s words ringing true was weighing heavily on her. What if they were true what if once Yondu finds out about how damaged she was and decided he wasn’t interested in her anymore because the trauma was too much to deal with on top of everything else on his shoulders. What if he agreed with Y/N’s father, that she was in fact completely unlovable…
A/N: This is one of several completed Yondu fics I wrote a few years ago and found sitting forgotten in a folder on my laptop a couple of months back, and I'm slowly making my way through them to get them all posted eventually. I'm not going to do much editing (just a glance-through to find glaring typos), and I feel like my writing has improved since then, but hopefully they'll be enjoyed. :)
Summary: Reader gets their heart broken and Yondu offers some advice.
Warnings: I don't think there are any, but if I've missed one, just let me know. It's a bit angsty due to a breakup, but nothing too intense.
You peeked your head around the door frame of one of the lounges in the Avengers compound, making sure no one was inside. Breathing a sigh of relief when you confirmed that it was indeed empty, you walked inside and collapsed on one of the couches, scrubbing your face with your hands.
You wanted nothing more than to go to your room, lock the door, and cry in private, but that was out of the question. You still had work to do and you didn’t want to let the rest of the team down just because you were heartbroken. You’d take a quick break to pull yourself together, and then try to focus on work for the rest of the day.
Dating someone who also worked in the compound had seemed like a good idea in the beginning, but after the breakup you quickly realized why it was, in fact, a terrible idea. You wished you could avoid your partner – well, ex-partner – completely, but knew you’d bump into them sooner or later. Sooner, with your luck.
You looked up toward the ceiling, doing your best to keep the tears from streaking down your cheeks. All you needed was for someone to find you crying in the lounge. The Avengers compound held a modicum of professionalism, but news about breakups and broken hearts traveled fast, and you really didn’t want to have to deal with any useless, however well-meant, sympathy from your co-workers.
You heard footsteps coming down the hallway and quickly brushed a couple of lingering teardrops from your bottom lashes, hoping that whoever it was didn’t come into the lounge.
A man strode past, glanced inside, then took a step back so he could lean against the door frame, a look of concern on his blue face. “Somethin’ wrong, Y/N?”
You shook your head and tried to muster a smile. “I’m fine, Yondu, thanks. What are you doing here?”
Yondu pushed away from the door frame with his shoulder, then joined you on the couch. “Me an’ Kraglin are gonna help out with a mission. Tha Avengers needed somebody who could get into some shady space ports, an’, well…”
He shrugged, flashing you a quick grin, and you gave him a small smile in return.
“Well, it’s good to see you.”
“You, too. But ya ain’t foolin’ me by sayin’ yer fine.” He nudged you with his arm. “Out with it.”
You sighed. You couldn’t say that you and Yondu were particularly close, but you’d spent time with him occasionally in the past when he and the other Guardians would show up at the compound for one reason or another.
And you had to admit, talking to someone who wouldn’t judge you sounded nice.
You took a steadying breath then said, “I got dumped today.”
You tried to brush it off with a shrug, but you felt your chin wobble and knew you weren’t going to make it through this conversation without crying. You avoided looking at Yondu’s face, and instead studied your boots, which were intensely interesting all of a sudden.
“Ah, damn. Hate ta hear that, Y/N. Their loss, though.”
You huffed a sardonic laugh. “Yeah, sure.”
“I mean it.”
You shook your head, still avoiding looking in his direction. “I just don’t understand what happened. I thought we were fine, you know?”
Your traitorous eyes began to leak again and you angrily brushed the tears away.
“Yeah, that always makes it harder, when it seems ta come outta nowhere.”
You gave a small nod, now focusing on your hands. You didn’t trust yourself to speak, and Yondu seemed to understand.
“Gotta say, I ain’t been dumped in a while, but that’s only ‘cause I ain’t been in a relationship in a while. Reckon I remember how bad it hurts, though.”
“It does.”
“Feels like tha world’s endin’ when ya lose someone.”
You nodded again, brushing another tear away.
“’Specially when ya don’t know what happened.”
“I just… don’t understand.” Something shifted and you couldn’t hold your tears in any longer. “What did I do wrong?”
“Sure ya didn’t do nothin’ wrong.”
“Then why?” Your voice broke on a sob and you finally met his eyes. “Why wasn’t I good enough, Yondu?”
You began to cry in earnest, leaning forward and resting your face in your hands. You tensed up for a moment when Yondu draped an arm over your shoulder and pulled you to his side, then relaxed against him, giving in to the tears.
“Listen ta me, Y/N. Yer good enough, ya hear me? If they couldn’t see that, then that’s on them. Sometimes folks jus’ ain’t meant ta be together. Don’t mean somebody ain’t good enough, just means ya ain’t tha right fit.”
You cried harder. “But I thought we fit! I thought we were fine!”
“I ain’t gonna tell ya not ta cry. Cryin’s good fer ya, so ya do it as long as ya need to. But I am gonna tell ya that ya need ta get the ‘good enough’ thoughts outta yer head. They ain’t true an’ they won’t do no good.”
You were crying too hard to form a reply, so you nodded. You knew he was right, but it still hurt and you couldn’t help the feelings of not being good enough. Why else would someone break up a seemingly good relationship?
“An’ as fer fittin’ an’ bein’ fine, maybe y’all did fit at first, an’ then maybe things changed fer ‘em. Life gets in tha way of these things, changes people, ain’t got nothin’ ta do with you. Ya need ta let ‘em go, let ‘em do what they need ta do. Tryin’ ta hang onto these things never works. Won’t make ya happy.”
You tried to catch your breath as you continued to cry, and hoped you wouldn’t start to hyperventilate. That was all you needed to make things even more embarrassing.
“I… I know. But it just… just hurts so much.”
“I know it does, darlin’. Just gotta let it hurt. Gotta get through it. One day yer gonna wake up and be okay, though.”
You gave an unbelieving huff as you tried to stem your tears.
“Yeah, didn’t think ya’d believe me, but it’s true. Ya listen ta ol’ Yondu. He knows what he’s talkin’ about.”
You sat up and lifted your head to look at him, wiping more tears away and wishing you had a tissue. “When did you get so wise, Captain?”
He grinned. “Always been wise. Don’t know why ya ain’t realized it before now.”
You hiccuped a laugh and used your sleeve to dry your eyes, even as a few more tears trickled down your cheek. “You’ve been hiding all that Ravager knowledge, I guess.”
“Guess so.”
“Ugh, I wish I had a tissue.” You knew your eyes were red and swollen so there would be no hiding this crying session when you finally left the lounge, but you at least wanted your face to be dry when you met up with your teammates.
“Oh, here.” Yondu removed his arm from around you and reached into an inside pocket of his duster, pulling out a grimy handkerchief and handing it to you.
You took it from him and gave a small laugh through the last of your tears. “It’s… dirty.”
“Yeah, well, I’m a Ravager. Might be good with advice about a broken heart, but I ain’t ever got a clean handkerchief.”
You laughed again, a little louder, as you handed it back to him, then dabbed your eyes gently with the sleeve pulled up over your hand. “Thanks, but I’ll just keep using my sleeves.”
“Suit yerself.” He grinned as he stuck the dirty handkerchief back inside his pocket. “Listen, I got an idea. We’re gonna go blow off some steam.”
You shook your head. “I can’t. I have to get back to work.”
“Come on, Y/N, when’s tha last time ya took off?”
You thought for a minute and realized it had been months since you’d taken a day off. “It’s been a while,” you admitted.
“They can get along without ya fer one afternoon. Tell ‘em yer sick an’ let’s go.”
“I can’t just lie and say I’m sick! They’ll have me in the sick bay within the hour.”
“Ain’t a lie! Yer heartsick, an’ they can’t put ya in tha sick bay if ya ain’t here. Come on, send ‘em a comm.”
You bit your lip, considering your options. “Fine.”
His grin widened as he watched you pull out your phone and send a quick email to your supervisor. It was true, they could do without you for one afternoon. There weren’t any pressing matters to attend to, and it was Friday, after all.
You slipped your phone back into your pocket. “Done. So where are we going?”
Yondu stood and held out a hand to help you up. “It’s a surprise.”
“I don’t really like the sound of that.”
“C’mon, trust me.”
Even though you knew you probably shouldn’t, you did.
You followed him outside to the airspace, but stopped walking when you realized he was heading towards his ship.
He noticed you were no longer beside him and turned back to you. “What’s wrong?”
“Are we leaving Earth?”
“Yep.”
“I can’t just leave the planet.”
“Who says?”
Realizing there was literally no one who could stop you from leaving the planet – something that you thought might have been an oversight that someone should have already considered – you shrugged and caught up with him.
A few minutes later, you were sitting next to Yondu in the co-pilot’s chair of the Eclector. You’d never been in space before and could hardly believe you were here now.
“So where are we going?””
“Told ya, it’s a surprise.”
“Leaving the planet isn’t enough of a surprise?”
“Nope.”
An hour later, Yondu set the ship expertly down in a landing field full of other ships, and the two of you stepped out into a brightly lit town. Apart from the fact that the buildings were definitely not constructed by anyone from Earth, it almost felt like a bustling city back home.
You followed Yondu to a small building, painted in vivid colors, and walked inside as he held the door for you. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dimly-lit room, a contrast from all the brightness outside, and then you quickly caught up to Yondu as he strode to a counter on the other side of the room.
“Two, please.”
The man behind the counter, who had three eyes and whose skin was tinted a light purple, said, “Yes, sir. Will you require laser guns, or do you have your own?”
“Go ahead an’ give us a couple,” he said, sliding some credits across the counter.
The man nodded, reached under the counter and pulled out two laser guns, which he handed to Yondu. “You can go on in,” he said, indicating a door on the right. “The session isn’t full yet.”
“Thanks.”
Yondu handed one of the laser guns to you. “Ya ready?”
“For what?”
“Fer a laser gun battle.”
“Is this… is this like laser tag on Earth?”
“Yeah, somethin’ like that. General concept is tha same.”
“The general concept?”
“Yep.”
You stopped at the door. “Don’t we get the little vests with the targets?”
“Don’t need vests. We’re tha targets.”
“But how do we know who wins?”
“Whoever’s still standin’ at tha end.”
You looked at your laser gun in horror and spluttered, “Yondu, are these real laser guns?”
“’Course they are! Can’t protect yerself with fake ones.”
“Are you trying to get me killed? Because I guess that is a good way to make me forget about my broken heart.”
Yondu laughed. “Nah, we ain’t gonna die. I’ve seen ya at target practice, yer a natural. We ain’t got nothin’ ta worry ‘bout.”
“Yondu!”
“Ya really don’t wanna have a laser battle?”
“Not when the losers die!”
He grinned. “Fine. Then how ‘bout ice cream?”
You were speechless for a moment as you tried to comprehend his sudden shift from death in a laser gun battle to ice cream. “Ice cream sounds much… safer.”
“Then ice cream it is. I know this place over on -”
You raised a hand to stop him. “Can we please get ice cream back on Earth?”
He laughed. “You got it, darlin’.” Turning back to the man behind the counter, he asked, “Reckon we can get a refund on these guns?”
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Can you do a yondu x reader (+ older peter) Where reader is like a mother to peter and she gets hurt in a fight then yondu and peter get really upset an protective? I love hubby yondu and son peter fics💛
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Your world was spinning. You couldn’t see straight or focus. You were only really aware of the ground beneath you and the pain radiating from your side. A sharp whistle broke through the air, then there was silence. Then you heard footsteps, two pairs, running.
“Y/N?!”
“Y/N!”
You groaned, attempting to get back up, but the pain floored you. Peter skidded to your side, Yondu appearing opposite him a split second after. Both of them knelt by you.
Yondu cupped your cheek, “Y/N? Ya hear me?”
“Yeah” you breathed, all the energy you’d had seconds before had vanished. You struggled to keep your eyes focused on your husband.
Peter had pulled back the ripped fabric of your top, and he was examining your wound, “It’s not that deep. It’s... big, but it’s mostly on the surface.” he told you.
You nodded. How many times had you reassured Peter that his injuries weren’t that bad? So many, throughout his childhood and even occasionally now. It was odd to see him kneeling by your side, doing what he could. He pulled off his jacket and bundled it up, pressing it against your side to try to stop the blood flow.
You jerked away from the pain the action had caused, and Yondu winced, seeing you hurt. He stroked your hair, saying softly, “s’alrigh’ - gonna be alrigh’. Kraglin’s bring the ship now, yer gonna be alrigh’”
You nodded and your vision swam before you - blue and red blurred in your sight. Kraglin better get here soon.
You must have blacked out. You came round in your bedroom, Yondu was barking orders to someone at the door, but Peter was sitting by the bedside. “Hey” you said weakly, seeing him.
“Y/N?” he jumped up, wiping at his eyes - had he been crying? His eyes were red, “You alright? How do you feel? Are you in pain?”
You couldn’t help the weak laugh that escaped your lips at his concern, you smiled at him, “I’m fine now - a bit sore, but I’m fine”
“Y/N?” Yondu’s voice carried to your ears and you smiled wider.
He came and sat beside you in bed, scrutinizing your expression to see if there was any kind of hint that you were in more pain than you were letting on. “How ya feelin’ Darlin’?”
“I’ve been worse”
He smiled, “Well, ya ain’t wrong” he laughed.
“How long was I out?” you asked, slightly concerned.
“A day and a half” Peter answered, “Don’t know if it was just the shock, or what. But you’re awake now, that’s what matters”
“Don’t tell me you two have been sitting here worrying about me” you chided, knowing fine well that they hadn’t changed there clothes since the last time you’d been awake.
Yondu glanced away, still reluctant to appear soft in front of Peter, “We had t’ be here when ya woke up, di’n’t we”
“Yeah” Peter nodded. It was funny to see them in agreement over something.
You shook your head, but smiled. You loved them both so much. You moved to sit up, and immediately they were right by your sides helping you.
“That okay?” Yondu asked.
“Yeah, thanks” you took his hand, interlacing your fingers with his.
“Can I have a drink of water or something?” you asked.
Peter nodded, getting up straight away to fetch it for you. Yondu placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, “We was worried about ya” he whispered to you, concern clear in his eyes.
You nodded, resting your head against his shoulder. Peter returned with a glass of water, and carefully he handed it to you. After a few mouthfuls you handed it back and he sat it on the bedside unit.
“Want me to get you anything else?” Peter asked.
But you shook your head, “I’m fine, thanks”
He nodded, “Uh, so I’ve got some stuff I need to get on with, but if you need anything else, I’ll be nearby”
“Okay, thank Peter”
He smiled awkwardly but leant in for a hug anyway. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him. “I’m glad you’re okay Mom” he mumbled under his breath. You squeezed him a little tighter, letting him know you heard, before letting him go.
Once he’d left the room you cuddled into Yondu’s side, ignoring the pain that moving caused. He held you delicately, teasing softly, “I’m glad yer okay too... Mom”
Infinity and Beyond- (Yondu x Young Peter Quill, Son)
A/N: I FINALLY WROTE IT AND HOLY COW AM I PROUD OF IT!!! I will warn you that there are SPOILERS for GOTG Vol 2, so DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN IT. OKAY.
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOLUME 2.
Word Count: 1238
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The man lifted the boy onto his shoulders as they were running around the ship, taking a break from thievery and constant hiding. “Hold on tight, boy” he ordered the child, and then began to spin around. This caused the child to laugh, squealing out as he begged for more fun, more times like these. Sadly, the man knew that couldn’t be. He couldn’t give the child what he most desperately wanted: a father. Instead, he never put a name to his title, and formed a hard exterior. The walls were hardly broken down, except for moments like these. Moments Yondu would cherish forever.
“Alrigh’, boy. Down ya go” he ordered as he held onto Peter’s hands, and set him onto the floor of the ship. “I need ya ta go and fix a part fer me. Let’s go” Yondu declared, giving Peter a slight push with his hand.
Days were typically filled with Peter being the one to perform repairs, steal small items, and sell them to different buyers across the galaxy. Yondu knew that Peter didn’t deserve to grow up like this; he deserved more than Yondu could ever offer. The ravager had been ordered by the boy’s father, Ego, to retrieve him from Earth, and bring him to the man so that he could use the boy as his latest experiment. Yondu had delivered so many of the man’s offspring, and had grown tired of watching as the monstrous man depleted them of life, and disposed of their lifeless bodies. Peter would be the exception. Yondu had grown fond of the child, and had decided to keep him as his own.
Peter would continuously mention his mother’s death during his sleep. Nightmares were a constant for the boy, and Yondu would sit at the edge of his bed, stroking his brown hair to calm him down. He never woke to see the kindness the man expressed, and Yondu preferred to keep it that way. He feared the attachment that could form; hell, he feared the boy’s father finding him. Ego was a manipulative man who used Yondu’s financial burdens to get his children, and then murder them through the means of spreading his existence. Each one had been a continual fail. Yondu decided to keep the child aboard. He had what it took to be a Ravager, and Yondu was ever proud of him for all his accomplishments.
It was Peter’s 13th birthday when the man decided it was time to let his cold exterior down again. He was carrying a poorly wrapped gift behind his back, and had a large, sincere smile on his face. “Hey, boy. Happy birthday.” Placing the parchment in front of Peter, he then sat beside him at the table on the ship, and waited excitedly as the boy unwrapped his gift. Peter’s eyes lit up at the sight of his very own mask. “It clips on yer ear, and den it covers yer face whenever ya need it to. I thought ya’d be needing it fer some runs comin’ up.” Peter got off the chair he was perched upon, and threw his arms around Yondu. “Thank you so much” he yelled, excitement evident in his voice. “Try it on, Pete” he suggested. Peter clipped it onto his face, and then peered into the mirror as the mask fell into place. “There ya go, Star-Lord.” “Hey, how’d you know about that” Peter argued as his face turned cherry red. “It’s all ya ever say when yer fixin’ that ship” Yondu said with a chuckle.
Sixteen was another big year for Peter. He would finally be taught how to fly a ship of his own. Yondu worried about the possibility of crashing, if Peter would be safe in the galaxy, and if any other harm would come to his boy. Most of all, he worried about Ego recognizing his son. The smaller ship’s lights were turned on, and Peter had just put the key in the ignition when Yondu saw a golden opportunity to instill knowledge into the teen. “Now Pete, gimme yer ear for a minute” he called, walking hastily towards the ship. Peter turned the ignition off, and opened the door to let him speak. “Yer gonna want ta make sure that ya only jump a few times at first, den ya can go fer a while. Jus’ promise me ya won’t go too far now, ya hear?” Nodding quickly, Peter shut the window, turned the ignition, and then was off on his first flight through outer space. A small tear managed to escape the Ravager’s eye, and he wiped it away quickly. Emotions weren’t common for him throughout his life; the only one who managed to make them come out was Peter. Peter, the boy who was his son. The bond that would never be spoken to existence. He always wanted to call him son. To tell him to treat a lady nice, to never upset a Xandarian, and to always pay the check at the end of dinner. Still, a part of him hid that from the boy, and wouldn’t allow him to show the true affection he harbored for the kid. That night, Yondu made a cake for him and Peter, and they listened to the boy’s favorite songs while Yondu taught him poker.
Peter had packed up his belongings, said his goodbyes to the others, and was about to leave the ship so that he could start a life of his own. He was 22. Yondu felt his chest get heavy and tight with sadness. He didn’t want Peter to leave, but also knew it was his time to find his own way. The man’s blue face was covered with tears when Peter approached him. “Hey, Yondu, I’m on the way out” Peter said, a slight frown on his face. Yondu quickly hid the tears, and thanked whoever was up there watching down that he had blue skin. “Alrigh boy, come gimme a hug.” Yondu and Peter embraced tightly, and didn’t let go for some time. “If ya ever need anythin’, and I mean it, anythin’, ya call me on tha ship.” “Of course, Yondu.” Peter and Yondu finally let go of one another, and Peter took the last bag he had with him, and went into the ship. Sitting on the table in the main hall of the ship was Peter’s Walkman and headphones. “Pete!” Yondu cried as he grabbed the items, sprinting to the hangar where he was about to depart from. He caught him just in time, and handed the beloved goods to his child, his pride and joy. “Take care, boy” Yondu said with a wide smile. Peter’s eyes welled up, and he held his composure just long enough to blast out of the hangar before breaking down in the safety of outer space. He hoped Yondu would be okay without him.
After Peter left, conversations became more scarce, and when they did happen, they were short. Yondu felt his heart ache for the relationship he had with Peter Quill, but knew that it was a fatherly instinct that was causing him the distress. Yet he knew that when he looked out into the stars that his ship flew by, Peter would be doing the same. They were witnessing the beauty of creation, and the miracle of existence. And when that happened, they were seeing the same thing: infinity, and beyond.
Please let me know if you liked this, and I sincerely hope you did. If you want more Yondu in your life, lemme know. I really like writing him for some reason.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Yondu Udonta, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Kid!Yondu, Slave!Yondu, Medical Procedures
Summary:
Yondu never claimed to be smart (he'd never actually had his intelligence confirmed one way or the other) but he liked to think that he was by no means an idiot, he knew full well what was coming as soon as he laid eyes on the tray of mean looking knives (some smooth, some serated) laid out neatly in the too-white room, the antiseptic burning his throat and stinging his eyes as he struggled to breathe.
A/N: Okay all this one got away from me a bit and sorta took off on its own and to be utterly honest I haven’t got the foggiest idea of where this is going at all. I wish to apologize for the excessive run-on sentences/paragraphs. You’d think by now I’d know what I was doing and be a pro at this. Anyway here it is please enjoy ~Queenie.
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Part 5:
Yondu took her back to his quarters and got her into his shower, letting her shower in peace he set to arranging his room to accommodate both of them. Tonight, he wasn’t letting Y/N out of his sight he was afraid that if he were to leave her by herself, she would focus far too much on the negative things about them as a couple that were intent on creeping into her mind. At least if he were there to hold her through the night, she wouldn’t be alone with just her thoughts.
He knocked on the door that led to the shower and told her that he would be right back he was running over to her quarters for a moment to grab her sleep clothes and a change of clothes for her in the morning. She tried to argue with him, but he was gone as quick as he had appeared. By the time she was finished and drying off Yondu returned and shyly handed off her pajamas that she insisted on wearing even though Yondu insisted that they weren’t lady like. Yondu grumbled the entire time Y/N dressed, but once she stepped out of his bathroom he stopped in an instant. In awe of simplistic beauty.
Y/N tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear, starting to turn a light shade of pink, again, under Yondu’s gaze. She wasn’t used to such attention. Back home she was always too plain or too boring or something along those lines for the guys back home. Yondu’s enamored stare was still a new concept for her. She watched the blue man before her questioningly pondering his intentions in her mind. He had never been this insistent on her staying with him before. She didn’t fear him, but this was a new thing for him and between them.
Yondu, again, could sense the apprehension coming off her Y/N’s body. To sooth her concerns he gave her a gentle smile before speaking to calm her, “It’s alright, Darlin’. Only thing that’s goin’ to happen in here t’night is sleeping. No funny business, I promise. I just want ta make sure that mind of your’s don’t go getting’ to ya and messin’ up what we got goin’ here. I want nothin’ but your company t’night, Darlin.”
Nodding Y/N agreed that staying with her captain tonight would probably be for the best because she sure did have a lot wandering through her mind that could have potentially done damage to their budding relationship. She knew what her mind did all too well and this was the one thing that she didn’t want it to mess up.
She whispered a soft, “Okay Captain.” And moved closer to him, reaching out a hand hoping for him to take it. Which he did and gently pulled her into his arms, kissing her gently on her forehead hoping the innocent gesture would calm her evident nerves. It did. She rested her head on his chest and smiled against it.
Yondu pulled her back from him again offering that same harmless inviting smile as he spoke to her, “Now Darlin’ you gonna be okay with me sleeping shirtless? I know you ain’t quite ready for me sleepin’ in da buff…” He gave Y/N a wink as he finished speaking and looked her in the eyes waiting on his answer.
Y/N offer him a shy smile in return and nodded in response, “That’s fine Cap. You know I don’t mind seeing you shirtless. It’s quite an impressive sight in my opinion.” She offered him a wink of her own and a mischievous little grin and let go of her Captain.
Yondu felt saddened by the loss of contact with her and smiled and gave her a gentle and playful swat across her bottom, “Alright Darlin’, git on dat bed and git yourself comfortable. I’m goin’ to get myself ready fir bed and I’ll be right out.”
Y/N squeaked in surprise at the swat and nodded again listening to Yondu and situated herself on one side of the bed making sure to leave more than enough room for him. This was going to be a new experience for her as she had been an only child without many close friends and have never shared a bed with anyone before let alone a romantic interest. She had never actually slept with anyone else in the room much less with someone next to her in the bed.
As she was lost in these thoughts and fussing with the little bit of the covers, she had allowed herself to take Yondu had stepped out of the bathroom and watched her for a moment in complete silence, smiling to himself. While he wasn’t going to actually “have” his woman, he still had her in his bed for the night and in his opinion this way was far more intimate than if he were to have sex with her. He definitely wanted that at some point with her but tonight was all about holding her tight though the night and, hopefully, calming any and all concerns that her mind could throw at her. They had been so close to that point earlier much like other times that week only to be interrupted, again. It was always something on that ship it seems that fortunately the only ones that have caught him and Y/N in his quarters together were Peter and Tullk. Neither of them would end up telling anyone on the ship. Thankfully.
Neither Y/N nor Yondu was prepared for the almost guaranteed crap fest that would come from the rest of the crew finding out about their relationship. They both knew there would be at least a fight if not a full-blown riot from the rest of Yondu’s Ravager crew. Yondu didn’t want that on his hands just yet and he knew for certain his woman wasn’t ready for all of that chaos. He knew his crew would think him soft and that Y/N was trying to sleep her way to first mate despite being one of the only ones on the ship that was willing to do every bit of maintenance and cleaning and what not that none of the other will do. Yondu had talked many times with Y/N over the year plus that Y/N had been with him and his crew about the first mates’ position on the ship and she has flat out refused it every time it came up. She was perfectly content with her ‘generic run of the mill grunt’ position. He knew she was happy with the minimal preferential treatment she was given. The separate quarters from the rest of the crew and things like that.
All these things passed through Yondu’s mind as he walked from the bathroom to his bed and laid down on his back lifting his left arm inviting the timid Y/N to curl into his side and lay her head in his chest. Reassuring her that it was alright and that she was safe. Telling her that he wasn’t sure of the exact name of this on Terra, but he called it ‘Snugglin’ which as she was inching away from the wall she had been hugging and closer to him she let out a light giggle telling him that was essentially what they called it there too.
As he was lowering his arm around Y/N he felt her tentatively reach her arm across his abdomen and lightly place her hand on his chest as he softly assured her that it was okay, she rested her head on his chest and was asleep in moments.
But the sleep was short lived as she shifted away from him only a couple hours later and jumped awake momentarily forgetting why she wasn’t in her bed, waking Yondu with her sudden gasp.
Yondu jumped ready to protect both Y/N and himself only to realize there was no tangible threat in the room when he discovered her sitting up trying to stop the slight tremble she had woken up with. He immediately started trying to sooth Y/N telling her she was alright and that she was safe. He gently wrapped an arm around her to try to stop her trembling. This seemed to sooth her well enough as he murmured soothing words in her ears, he felt a shaky hand on his upper thigh and could just about feel Y/N turning bright red at her own brazen actions and in a soft voice he heard her whisper his name…
Just randomly remembered that I wrote a few Yondu fics a couple of years ago, but never posted them. 🙃 One is 50,000 words so I have no idea why I never did anything with it. Is there even still interest in Yondu fics? I might post them if anyone would be interested in reading them.
