So, it's a new story. I am so deeply, deeply sorry. Guardian-kink made me do it.
Un-beta'ed.
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Dream of Far Away
If Peter had ever had any doubts about how close to the truth his mother's journals actually were, he was completely and utterly over them. They were true. Beyond true. Painfully and utterly true and he was going to hunt his father down and kill him the second he got his hands on a fucking space ship…
If he got his hands on a space ship.
He was the legendary Star Lord, bane of SHIELD's existence (and a few other alphabet soup agencies, for that matter), and he didn't even have a way to get to the stars. What a fucking joke. He leaned back against the tile and concentrated on the music rolling through the motel bathroom from his prized Walkman instead of doing what he wanted to do: Scream loud enough to wake everyone in the fucking motel.
He was the greatest hacker on Earth, he was half-human, and he was about to perform a C-section on himself in a dirty motel bathroom because a fuchsia-colored alien had knocked him up.
"Story of my life," he moaned, eyes closed in pain as another contraction rippled through his body.
As soon as he got the sprog out of his body, he was going to get into SHIELD's computers again and find a damn space ship to steal.
He was Star Lord, he was about to have a kid in a motel bathtub, and he was going to murder Bereet if he ever got hold of the bastard again.
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(A/N: For the purposes of this story and others to follow, let's just assume that Bereet is a unisex Krylorian name.)