A/N: I found this idea on either Pinterest or Instagram, but I absolutely loved it and I wanted to create something out of it and put my own twist on it.

I hope you enjoy!

Peter rummaged through a drawer in his bedroom that he hadn't opened since he was a child when he was first brought to Yondu. His goal was to find a small box or something for Rocket to put a bomb in before he destroyed the newly remodeled ship. He dug through to the bottom of the drawer before he found an old, dusted journal he had in his backpack when he had been abducted. He swiped the dust off of it and opened it up before opening it up. When he had opened it, he could see his sloppy handwriting.

Mom,

I don't know if you'll be able to read this or if you're even watching see me write it but something weird happened. I got taken. Like, beamed up in the air into a massive space ship taken. When you sad Dad was from space, everyone thought you were crazy and just talking crazy stuff, even Gramps thought so but you were right. I'm in a spaceship, in my own bunk, writing this.

I met some new guys though. They're really scary and their leader threatened to eat me if I don't do as told.

Mom,

Why is this happening?

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Mom,

It's been a month since I've been up in space. The group of guys I'm with are called the Ravagers, space's outlaws I guess. Yondu Udonta is the leader. He has a flying arrow that can kill people. I've seen him do it before. They've taken me on thieving missions. I think the only reason they haven't killed me is because I can get into small areas easily. They're keeping me around so I can steal things and I know that's not the worst thing, I've seen them kill people, but you always told me to be good and stealing ain't good.

I miss you. I really wish you can come back and get me outta here.

I gotta go. I love you.

Peter read the first two journal entries with teary eyes. He hadn't been able to write in it again because Yondu always had a job for him or they would always watch him. If any of the Ravagers had seen Peter writing in a journal, expressing his feelings, they would destroy him with jokes and laughter. He closed the journal and gently placed it back in the drawer. He decided he was going to start writing in it again. If it made him feel closer to his mother when he was younger, then maybe it would work now.

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Later that night after having dinner with the Guardians, Peter said goodnight to his new crew and made his way to his bedroom. He closed the door behind him and opened the drawer to retrieve the journal. He looked at it long and hard before clutching it tightly in his hand as he grabbed a pen. He sat on the edge of his bed and opened it up to an empty page. He stared at the empty page before him, his pen at the ready but it had yet to touch the paper. Peter sat frozen, unknowing of what he was going to write. He knew he was going to, but he had no idea as to what he would write.

After several moments, the pen finally touched the paper. He knew what he was going to write. He was going to tell his mother everything that had happened in the last 26 years.

Hey Mom,

I know I haven't done this in a while, but I'm doing it now. I really don't know what to expect out of this except maybe closure, I guess? I don't know, maybe it'll make me think you'll actually be updated on my wild life. So, I guess not much has happened since I last wrote to you...just kidding. A lot has happened.

I have my own ship. It was Yondu's until I was old enough to fly it. He taught me to fly at 10. 10?! Can you believe it? On Earth, you're not supposed to drive until 16, but there I was at 10 flying a freaking spaceship!

Peter chuckled to himself.

Of course flying is different than driving, but whatever. Anyway, I got this ship and I named it the "Milano". Nobody got the reference, but you would have. I've flown it on several thieving missions. I'm now known as legendary outlaw Star-Lord. Just like you used to call me, Ma.

You know no one used to call me that until I saved the galaxy? Ah, you should have seen it! I went on a thieving mission to retrieve this orb, that turned out to be an infinity stone, one of the most powerful things in the galaxy, for Yondu. But, instead, I stole it to sell it myself and get the units. I ran into some goons that will be important later on in the story, basically defeated them and left them in my dust. My buyer pretty much told me to screw off because some dude named Ronan and his goons (see? important!) were involved. Met this pretty hot chick, she beat the shit out of me. She's actually in the next room sleeping. Her name is Gamora. Also ran into Rocket and Groot (also with me) and then Drax (again, with me) in prison on the Kyln. We all escaped from prison, came up with this elaborate plan to defeat Ronan and we did. It actually wasn't that simple, but I'll spare the details.

BUT I held an infinity stone, mom! I should have died! That's how we killed Ronan. We saved this planet called Xandar and they rebuilt my ship and got us off the hook for our past felonies. They call us the Guardians of the Galaxy and they now call me Star-Lord.

I'm pretty much staying with Gamora, Rocket, Groot, and Drax whether I like it or not. I mean, I don't mind Gamora, but the rest?... I'm just kidding.
I really dig Gamora, Ma. She's absolutely beautiful, but she also scares the shit out of me. She's got this great personality and she's had a pretty banged up past, all of us have actually. Gamora was cybernetically enhanced to become the fiercest assassin in the galaxy by Mad Titan Thanos. I've never heard much about Thanos, but I'm sure I'll get more from Gamora. Rocket was a science experiment. I feel bad for him, I really do, but I make fun of him because he's a raccoon and he doesn't know what a damn raccoon is. I don't know Groot's story, but he is...I mean, was, a gigantic talking tree. Right now, he's regrowing in a pot. Don't ask. And Drax, he lost his wife and daughter to Thanos. I feel bad for them all and I feel like that's why we all get along.

Anyway, I really miss you and I wish you were here to see all the cool things I've done. I like space.

I don't know if I'll ever go back to Earth. I can't return after, well, you. I miss you so damn much.

I love you, Mom. I hope you're proud of me.

-Your little Star-Lord

Peter wiped away the tears building up in his eyes before closing the journal and setting it on his bedside table. He readied himself for bed and crawled underneath the covers. As he closed his eyes, he thought of his new found family. They weren't ready to call each other that, but Peter knew they were all thinking it. His last thought before he drifted into a well needed sleep was his mother.