Ok all it's Yonduweek 2018 and I didn't know. So right now, it's more like maybe Yondu fortnight!
So here comes some family fluff. Prompt. Red
In this chapter. Peter is Five Years Old
Fatherhood Part 13
Red. The Colour of Family
Life on the Elector was crimes and routine, both essential if Yondu, Kraglin and the rest of the Ravagers had to maintain a presence of safety. Living permanently on the run, they had safeguards keeping everything in place.
Which meant constant upkeep on the Elector, the last thing they needed was to be caught unawares by anyone.
Yondu was in the M-Ship hanger, with Kraglin and an assortment of the crew going over the essentials they needed on their next supply run when five-year-old Peter Jason Udonta trotted in, with a sly look on his face.
"Daddy, I need something on the supply run please". He asked in his innocent voice with Fang held tightly in his hand and was dangling on the ground.
"Oh really", Yondu asked. Peter was at the age where he wanted things, new toys and things that spoiled kids had. Something both Yondu and Kraglin were quick to temper.
"Yep, I need the largest bit of card you can find, and I need crayons and pencils, lots and lots and all of them red".
"Really, why red?" Kraglin asked, relieved that their son hadn't asked for anything thing more expensive.
"Umm I can't tell you, it's a secret. But you're going to love it. Can I have the cards and crayons, please?" The little plead in the voice, caused Yondu to cave almost immediately
As if reading his mind Jamsean while was carrying containers to his M-Ship in preparation for the supply run spoke up.
"I can grab those, I was heading to the art shop anyway to get somethings for myself" Jamsean informed his Captain and First Mate while Kraglin crossed his arms in mock curiosity. "You're still drawing then?"
Before Jamsean could reply Gunnsen walked past the pair and just laughed, while he took the containers off his mate. "Still, he hasn't stopped since Day of Thanks, our quarters are full of his sketches and paints."
"Shut up, you'll destroy my reputation" admonished Jamsean, in his not too serious tone
"What reputation, husband. You lost that the day too married me" claimed Gunnsen, to which his mate blushed slightly.
Hell, only a year earlier they had been fearsome Ravagers, but ever since they settled down and made it official, most of the crew were used to their public displays of affection and didn't take to piss too much.
Even Yondu and Kraglin were slightly jealous of this, they had to keep official at all times and sometimes seeing two of their crew member acting like loved-up teenagers was grating.
"Look, art just relaxes me, had a bad day, shitty mission, you're on my case. Besides it easier than fighting you. Right!"
"Yeah whatever, just get down there and get our shit. So, what do I owe you for the art stuff for him?" Yondu directed it to Peter who was just doing his little dance of happiness.
"Forget it, it's on me" informed Jamsean, which caused Peter to just give his squeal of delight and rush over to the Ravager for a cuddle.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you". Peter said to Jamsean, who just smiled. Peter was so happy that it was contagious and everyone knew it.
"That's ok, kiddo" Jamsean said while Yondu just rolled his eyes, god his son was such a sap.
"Right, that's sorted., so just bugger off you and get our shit, I want to be out of this sector and soon". Yondu informed the pair while ripping Peter's arms from his body Jamsean joined his mate, and the couple took off through the stars.
Peter of course just watched them holding Kraglin's hand. As always, he kept the wistful look on his face. He so wanted to go flying and to have an M-Ship of his own, but he was too young, and he knew that.
Several hours later, Peter was sitting in the Mess with Iztel playing with his toys, when Jamsean came in carrying the biggest piece of card Peter had ever seen, easily covering the size of the large table, and a pile of red pencils and crayons.
"Yeah, you got it, thank you thank you thank you" Peter squealed with sheer joy, taking the paper and rushing off to his "Den".
In truth, it was only several boxes that the crew had had the foresight to screw together and also hanging a light in the centre. It was so simple, but Peter loved it, he could interact with the crew but also a private place. It was his own secret place, and no one could come in but him. Because he was little and they were all grown-ups.
There Peter went to work, he knew everyone, but it had to be right and perfect, and this would take a few days, but he had to keep it a secret.
Any time anyone walked past his Den all they heard was the little boy's voice saying "Don't' come in". Which they obeyed, but not before chuckling to themselves.
Even his playtime was abandoned every time he was done with his lessons he went back to his den and just got back to work.
Everyone wondered what he was doing, but for once everyone didn't even want to pry. If it was important to the five-year-old, then it was enough.
When it came to Yondu and Kraglin word begun to filter down of their son walking up to various crew members and staring at them for a few moments before running off back to the mess hall, which the crew found weird, but that was Peter.
After a few days, Peter finally emerged from the den, holding the card carefully. At that time of the day, his parents had come down for lunch with Proctom and Iztel were supplying.
Peter seemed very bashful as he passed the card carefully, to Yondu who finally understood everything and why it was so important.
"Is it good daddy?" Peter asked Yondu while the Captain looked at his son's work and just smiled.
"This is perfect, but it needs one more thing" to which Peter's face creased with surprise, but he understood as Iztel and Proctom saw what the boy had created and just got to work building the very last thing.
A few hours later, when the rest of the Ravagers piled in for dinner, no one would miss the picture on the wall, full of carefully drawn character each and everyone representing the Ravagers.
They all tried to be hard about it, hell they were criminal scum, after all, buy all of their eyes begun searching for their own individual picture which Peter had spent so long creating.
True there were done by the hands of a child. But each one was distinctive to them.
"Look Horuz, Peter's drawn that bushy beard of your", Laughed Yarovesky while both of them had noticed that they were standing side to side, even though neither of them was vocal about their shared moments together. Peter, it seemed had picked up on it.
"Yeah, boy your smiling" counted Horuz since all of the Ravagers were. Over fifty smiling faces, with in the middle little Peter, and the blue skin of Yondu and Kraglin.
Over the picture were the worlds in red "My Family". And in truth, Yondu was concerned the Ravagers would take the piss, but none of them did. You had the Vonspiers standing together, with Jamsean with a slap of paint across his cheek, which was typical/.
He had even taken the time to draw Iztel with his one missing arm and Proctom with the blue scar across his head, which the young Ravager didn't mind since he was standing next to Iztel.
Looking over at this son, while the rest of the crew just marvelled at this drawing of them. Yondu grew curious at what had brought this on.
"So, Peter, why did you draw a picture for all of us?" He asked his son who seemed just begging to explain it.
"Well I was speaking to Seroul, and he told me he drew a picture of his whole family, so I decided to draw one of mine. But my families bigger than his, as I have my two daddies, and loads and loads of" Peter paused for a moment "Iztel what's that word again
"Uncles", Iztel supplied, and just smiled, and Yondu felt a tug in his heart, his son, his unselfish caring son had made all of this for all of them. Criminals were his family, instead of Yondu's clan or Kraglin's parents.
It was a stark reminder of the twisted families which were swarming around him, while Peter just proclaimed himself to be lucky since his family were so big.
"But my family and Uncles have to be careful in case of the nasty Nova Corps" he informed them all, and there was a smattering of laughter.
With this, there was finally dinner but everyone being called an "Uncles" by the boy was feeling happy, but Yondu couldn't help but feel slightly disconcerting.
Later on, leaving the crew and mess with their exhausted son who had been given prise all evening over his picture which would be there for a very long time in its pristine frame.
Peter just crashed into bed with his precious Fang cuddled in next to him, relieved that everyone loved his work.
Kraglin, however, had that look on knowing what was bothering his mate. Years of being together had sharpened his senses towards it.
Yondu was intent on going for the shower, but instead, Kraglin grabbed his rough, callused hand and held him close.
"I know right, I know too. Uncles right".
Once both of them had been part of a massive family, but Yondu's only cared about him until they sold him, and Kraglin's had all been whipped out by the plague in the underworld of Hrax.
"Just families, the last thing I wanted and the one thing I regret". Hell, he had no idea who else on his crew were shaking up, but he had his suspicions. But there was Proctom and Iztel, who had become some type of father-son unit, the Vonspiers and their marriage, and so many more.
"Yondu, we had no idea this would happen, but all of them have Peter's back, and we need that."
Yondu still wrapped around his mate's skinny frame just sighed. "I know I'm paranoid, I can't sodding help it".
To this Kraglin just smiled gently "Look paranoia is normally my thing, but this is it. This is our family Yondu, not the one we choose but the one we have".
Yondu who's family betrayed him so badly just hugged Kraglin deeper. This was their reality. Their son, his mate and the rest of the Ravagers, if this was his family. Well then, that wasn't such a bad thing.
The end
Next up, more family fluff xx
