Guardians of the Galaxy is one of my favourite films ever, and I loved the sequel (even if I cried a little bit…. Okay, a lot), however my favourite pairing of Kragdu doesn't have much of a fic-base… so I decided to expand it.
This series will mostly revolve around Peter and his OC brother getting raised by the grumpy duo, so the Guardians won't make an interest until much further on in the series.
I hope you enjoy it, and please read and review ?
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Six-year-old Peter Quill groaned as he slowly woke up, the surface that he was lying on hard beneath him…. Nothing like the grassy fields he had raced towards after- after….
After.
Suddenly he remembered a spaceship appearing in front of him, and bright lights blinding him, causing him to shoot up into a seated position and look around frantically.
It was so plain.
Everything seemed to be made from metal, and judging by the bars on the door, he was in a prison of some sort.
"Help!" he cried out, racing towards the door, his backpack banging against his back and his headphones shaking around his neck, "Help!"
Banging on the large metal door, the six-year-old continued to scream and scream and scream…. Until somebody knocked back.
"Hello?" Peter whispered, knocking gently on the door.
KNOCK. KNOCK
Beaming at the reply he received, Peter whooped in joy. As he danced a little, he heard scrambling on the door as a little face appeared at the window, hands gripping tightly to the bars.
It was another child.
Skinny, with dirty smudges on his face, the other child had one blue eye and one brown eye with shaggy brown hair hanging around his face.
"Hi!" Peter greeted eagerly, just happy to see another face, "Are you in prison too?"
The child shook his head, tilting his head to the side as Peter frowned.
"Then why am I in prison?"
This time, the other child shrugged, glancing around.
"Can you get me out?"
Another shrug.
"But-but…" Peter, to his shame, could feel tears brimming in his eyes, "… But I'm not a bad guy!"
There was a tense silence as the other child stared at him, before dropping down from the window and scurrying away.
"Hey!" Peter called out, the tears streaming down his face as he raced to the door, banging on it again as he tried to encourage the other child to come back, "HEY!"
Suddenly, from the right, there was a large bellowing sound as metal door slid open, revealing the child standing there…. An eyeball in his hand.
"Ewwww…." Groaned Peter, not resisting when the child grabbed his arm and tugged him out of the cell, "… did you use that to open the door? Where did you get it?"
As though answering the question, there was another bellow, prompting Peter to glance down the corridor.
Standing at the other end, was a large green…. Thing with several eyes (although one seemed to be missing) and tentacles.
"EWWWWW!" Peter groaned again as he was dragged towards another door at the other end of the corridor, "A gross, disgusting boogie monster!"
As Peter continued to freak out slightly (read as a lot), his new friend held the eyeball up to a red light and another door slid open, enabling them to enter another section. Before the gross monster to follow them, the door slid shut.
Huffing for breath, the young pair beamed at each other as the child tossed the eyeball to Peter.
Peter laughed, throwing the eye into the air and catching it. "That's so gross…" he chuckled, kneeling and opening his bag, "…. But useful."
Seeing the confused look on his friend's face, Peter beamed at him "Just in case we run into any more doors. We'll be free soon."
The look of confusion only deepened, soon morphing into alarm when they heard low chuckling within the room and three more strange creatures surrounded them, all brandishing weapons.
"What is this…" Peter whispered, "… one of those sci-fi parties?"
With the tentacle creature banging on the door behind them, and the other three approaching from the front, Peter found himself pulling out his toy blaster in desperation.
As the three creatures stopped in their tracks (and his friend's eyes widening in amazement), Peter cackled in glee. "That's right! It's a blaster, so back up… slowly!"
Suddenly, a tentacle grabbed the blaster and pulled it towards the door (their first pursuer having pulled the doors apart just slightly) although Peter didn't let go.
"It's just a toy!" he begged, trying to wrench his blaster out of the firm grip, "Let GO!"
As he screamed his protests, he accidentally pulled the trigger…. Sending flames shooting out of the toy. Yelping, the tentacle creature suddenly released him as Peter tried to aim the flames towards the other three.
Once he took his finger off the trigger, Peter stared in shock at his, what he once thought was, his toy blaster. "I-it's never done that before!"
Enraged by the attack, the three in the room with them charged at them, bellowing angrily.
"Alright! I warned you!" Peter aimed the blaster at the oncoming aliens, but clearly his friend thought he was taking too long to pull the trigger, therefore grabbing the blaster for himself and pulling the trigger.
This time, instead of flames, water shot out.
"It's definitely never done that!"
His friend ignored him, handing him his blaster and dragging him out of that room. As they raced down another corridor, Peter spotted a door that looked as though it had an exit sign on it.
"Finally!" he cheered, "We can get out of here!"
Shaking off his friends hand as the other tried to stop him, Peter pulled the eyeball out of his bag and held it up to the red light, opening the door. "Get off! We need to go- "
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks as the door opened. Stepping in, he saw a large red barrier…. And Earth moving further and further away.
"Home?"
Suddenly the door slammed shut and there was an intense sucking sensation, which dragged Peter along the floor and towards the barrier… which seemed to be opening.
"What did I do. What did I do. What did I do!"
As he was sucked into open space, Peter had the good sense to hold his breath, grasping at his throat. Getting colder and colder and the urge to breath getting stronger and stronger, Peter thought that the whistling that he heard was all in his head.
Before he could dwell too much on it, something seemed to hook his backpack and propel him back towards the ship.
As soon as his feet touched solid ground again, the feeling of nausea building up in his stomach, Peter tried to curl up into a small ball.
"Cold…" he whimpered, "… cold!"
"%"*%(("&*^!"
Startled by the foreign sounds, Peter's head shot up and he yelped at the sight of a large, blue-skinned man glaring at him.
The blue-skinned man stepped forwards.
"*%%"&*)(&%*$("
As he got closer, Peter pushed himself backwards, forcing himself against a metal wall to try and get away from the strange being, who was kneeling in front of him and reaching out a hand towards his ear.
"&^$&((*^)-hear me better with this universal translator…."
Peter stared at the man in shock as his friend sped in, racing towards them. At the other end of the room were three of the creatures that were chasing him and the other kid.
"Don't mind these boys…" cackled the blue-skinned man, "… they've just never eaten Terran before. But yer far too valuable for that!"
"What do you mean valuable Yondu?!" exclaimed a pink-skinned creature, "You been holding out on us?!"
"He wants to keep the bounty to himself!" agreed a shark-like creature.
Peter saw his friend grab Yondu's (?) coat and grip it tightly as they strode closer to the other aliens. However, he was more concerned with being referred as a bounty. "Bounty?"
Yondu ignored him, "Aw, ye guys got it all wrong! We Ravager's are like family!"
The door to the room slid open and the tentacle creature entered, "Who said we were Ravager's?!" he chuckled, flinging out his hand and grabbing Peter, dragging the six-year-old towards him as Peter yelped in alarm.
"Toss him and his brat out the airlock boys!"
Peter struggled as he saw the pink alien charge at his new friend and Yondu. In an attempt to try and defend himself and his…. Son (?), Yondu whistled sharply, sending an arrow into the air. However, before the arrow could go any further, the pink alien slammed Yondu against the wall and the shark-like alien went to grab the other child.
Despite his friend giving the alien a run for his money by ducking and weaving, Peter knew that he had to help, wriggling his gun arm free and aiming it at the tentacle creature holding him. "Eat flames boogie breath!"
Instead of flames, a muck-coloured goo covered the alien's face, causing him to release Peter in shock.
"Seriously?" muttered Peter.
As the shark-like creature turned his attention to his goo-covered friend, the other child raced over to Peter, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the room.
"Our prize is getting away!"
Racing through several corridors and skidding around corners, Peter winced when they ran into a dead end…. His friend looked a little sheepish.
"I thought you knew where you were going?"
Shrug.
"Very helpful!"
Hearing chuckling from behind them, the pair twisted around to see three aliens advancing on them, chuckling menacingly as they backed the two children up against the wall.
"Leave us alone!" whimpered Peter, "Go away!"
There was a sharp whistling as one by one, the aliens fell to the ground, holes in their foreheads as their eyes clouded over in death.
Whilst his friend didn't seem fussed about the dead bodies, and how an arrow flew around their heads before returning to Yondu. Despite being saved, Peter tightened his grip on his blaster and aimed it at Yondu (ignoring how his friend protested, pulling at his arm).
"Take me home or I'll- "
Two sharp whistles interrupted him, as the flying arrow was suddenly centimetres from his face.
"Ye saved my life boyo, and my sons', so you've earned yours…. But don't think ye can give the orders round 'ere."
With Peter keeping his eye on the arrow, Yondu was able to grab his blaster, examining it with a confused look on his face. "Where'd ye get yer hands on this kinda heat pup?"
Feeling his eyes fill with tears, Peter wrapped his arms around himself and frowned. "Mommy gave it to me…. What did you mean by bounty? Are you pirates?"
Yondu seemed to think to himself for a few moments, uncertainty flashing over his face before he turned to Peter and smirked. "I neva said anythin' 'bout a bounty…. I just said ye were valuable."
Peter frowned at this, but before he could say anything, the other child jumped forwards and pulled Peter to his side, beaming at Yondu…. Who just raised his eyebrow.
"Speaking of Momma's, yer Momma's looking for ye, brat! Ain't it yer bath time?"
His friend shook his head frantically as Yondu laughed.
"Look, either ye go willingly to yer Momma or I drag ye there kicking and screaming! What would ye prefer?"
There was a tense silence, before his friend seemed to come to a decision and raced down the corridor.
"I don't wanna miss this…" muttered Yondu in glee, "… come on boy. We gotta find ye a room."
"I'm not going back into the prison?"
"Nah… I'm sure Rhydian will be happy to share for a bit."
"Rhydian?"
"My kid… the one who's gonna get his ears boxed if he ain't careful."
Not sure how to respond to that, Peter decided to remain quiet
….
As they walked through the corridors, Peter saw all manner of strange aliens, some humanoid…. And some definitely not-so-humaniod.
Eventually, Yondu pulled Peter into a large room, that had a huge bed. Seated on the floor was a skinny humanoid (because Peter didn't trust anyone on this ship not be an alien), carefully pouring water over his friends hair as the child sat in a small, metal tub.
"Stop wrigglin'…" hissed the humanoid as Rhydian attempted to climb out of the tub, "…. Yer fuckin' filthy. Have you been hangin' 'round the engine rooms again?"
"Course 'e 'as… we'll make a Ravager outta him yet" laughed Yondu, pushing Peter further into the room, "Fancy another brat?"
The humanoid glanced up at this, his eyes widening when he saw Peter. "Not another one!" he exclaimed, "We can't keep- "
"- Shut up."
The humanoid stopped in his tracks, scowling at the man as he pushed himself to his feet. "You know I'm right!" he hissed, not even tensing when Yondu stormed forwards, getting in his face, "You can't keep doing this!"
Yondu opened his mouth to retort, before quickly realising that the two children were staring at them. Clearing his throat, he grabbed Peter and pushed him towards the door, pushing him slightly down the corridor and into the room next door. "Settle in brat. I'll get another hammock at some point."
As the door practically slammed shut behind him, Peter glanced around. It looked a lot like his own bedroom back on Earth… of course his room didn't have a hammock in it.
There were pictures pinned to the wall, with drawing after drawing of space or the couple in the other room. A brightly coloured box was in the corner and a small desk was in the other. Judging by the fabric sticking out of a drawer, that was where Rhydian shoved his clothes.
Before he could investigate any further, the door opened and the skinny humanoid gently pushed Rhydian into the room. "I'll be back in a bit…" he whispered, ruffling Rhydian's damp hair, making the longer section stick up like he'd been electrocuted, "… me and Papa need to 'ave a little chat."
Rhydian frowned, but nodded, watching as his Dad left the room. Once the door shut, Rhydian span around and beamed at the sight of Peter standing there. Taking the human by the wrist, Rhydian tugged him over to the brightly coloured box and threw it open, pulling out toy spaceships and various colouring items.
"Wow…" whispered Peter as he was handed the toys, "… these are amazing! Does this one actually fly?"
Rhydian nodded eagerly, pulling a remote from out the box and flipping a switch, sending the toy spaceship into the air and al around the room.
"That's amazing!"
For around ten minutes, the two children took turns making the spaceship fly around the room, ducking a weaving around the hammock and other objects. After ten minutes, the door to the room slid open and both Yondu and the skinny humanoid entered, blankets in his arm.
"Alright brats…" announced Yondu, "… yer gonna be roomies for a while, so get used to it. We got ye some blankets Quill, so don't whinge or I'll have the crew eat ye. They ain't never tasted Terran before."
Peter trembled slightly at the threat, watching as the other man made up a bed for him in the corner. "R-really?"
In a serious manner, Yondu nodded, his face barely changing as Peter scurried over to his new bed. "Ye beat yer ass I'm serious. Now go to sleep and- "
Yondu stopped in his tracks when he saw Rhydian frowning at him, rolling his eyes as his partner sniggered. "Fine, fine, fine…" he muttered angrily, striding over to the shelves nailed on the walls and pulling a book out from the row, "… but can we make it only one chapter tonight Kraglin?"
The other man, who must have been Kraglin, simply took the book off Yondu and silently gestured for Rhydian and Peter to get settled in bed.
"I'll read until they're asleep…" he finally answered as he sat, crossed-legged on the ground, "… just like I usually do."
Yondu seemed as though he was going to argue, but clearly thought better of it, glaring at Kraglin before storming out of the room.
"Fine…" the blue man muttered, "… but don't expect to get back inta our room."
"Fuck off."
Without an answer, the door slid shut as Kraglin sighed wearily, smiling in a reassuring manner at his son as the child frowned.
"Don't worry Rhydian, me and your Papa, are just… having a creative discussion."
Frown and raised eyebrow.
"Honest! Just a creative discussion!"
Peter chuckled as Rhydian shook his head, but relented and allowed his Dad to tuck him in.
As Kraglin started the story, it became clear that the older man was having trouble…. And yet Peter found himself captivated. Yes, the reading was uneven, and some of the words didn't sound quite right…. But Kraglin seemed to put his whole soul into it, giving the characters' individual voices and using his hand to violently gestures certain aspects.
Soothed by the familiarity of having someone read him a story before bedtime, Peter clutched his Walkman to his chest and rested his head against the pillow, his eyes sliding shut as he slowly fell asleep.
