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 ?

A few hours after their training exercise, Yondu made the decision to take his small family to a small clearing, where alien species of all shapes and sizes gathered, all willing to refrain from fighting in order to take advantage of the cool water.

"Now remember…" Kraglin directed, keeping a hold of Rhydian and Peter, "… no fightin', only playin'."

"We got it Kraglin!"

"And remember Peter, some people have never seen a Terran before, so behave and try and act more Xandarian."

Peter rolled his eyes, nodding as he tried to wriggle free, "Yeah, yeah! Now let us go!"

As Kraglin let them go, the pair raced towards the water, seemingly oblivious to the stares and whispers they received.

"This is gonna go well…" muttered Yondu, as he watched the two children dodge and weave through the crowd, "…. Remind me why I'm doing this?"

"Because ye don't wanna deal with them all afternoon."

"Oh yeah."

As Peter chattered eagerly to Rhydian, Yondu could hear the music from the boy's headphones… and so could everyone else as they stared at the child.

"Boy!" Yondu called out, resisting the urge to grin when the pair twisted around to face him, "What have I told ye about that music?!"

Peter scowled, turning the music down until it could no longer be heard, before turning his attention back to Rhydian.

"Don't give me that attitude boy! It ain't too late to eat 'cha!"

Before Peter could answer, there were the warning shrieks of birds flying above a nearby hill. As a figure appeared on the hill, Yondu could practically feel his face go pale.

"Peter. Rhydian…" he hissed, "… get behind me now!"

The children were quick to obey, hurrying over to the two Ravagers.

"Stay by my side." Ordered Yondu, his voice tense as he kept his eyes on the figure.

Whilst the sun had hidden the figure's defining features, once they made their way to the water, it was clear that the figure was a Kree… a big one.

As the Kree took a sip of the water, Peter and Rhydian (both peeking out from behind Yondu) noticed the dark markings that lined the skin, burns scaring his face…. And the huge Warhammer attached to his side.

"So many people come here…" sighed the Kree, his voice deep and rumbling, "… so many stories to catch up on. So many families now extended…"

Everyone backed away and scattered when the Kree began to prowl,

"But…." Sighed the Kree, his eyes seeming to focus on Yondu, "… I couldn't help but hear the rumours. They couldn't be true of course… no-one here would dare bring a Terran or a &&**()& here…. Let alone both."

Knowing that the Kree had spotted the children long before they'd hidden, Yondu stepped forwards. "Peter and Rhydian are with me Sheron."

Sheron smirked, "Peter and Rhydian… I wasn't aware you named your pets? Tell me… how did the 'feared' Captain Yondu come to adopt a baby slut and a Neanderthal?"

Yondu immediately tensed at this. Referring to Rhydian as a slut (due to the reputation of his race) and Peter as a Neanderthal (due to Terra being so behind the times), enraged him, but he knew he couldn't lash out…. Not with unspoken peace rule still in place. "They're just children…" he growled.

"And yet, we've all heard and seen what grown Terrans and &&**()&'s can do! War! Assassination!" Sheron shook his head, "I leave for a few years, and everyone seems to have forgotten my rules. Well, let me remind you… the Terran isn't too bad with good training, but the child &&**()& will turn into a fully grown &&**()& and they are DANGEROUS!"

Yondu could practically feel Rhydian shaking behind him as the child buried his face into the back of Yondu's legs…. Kraglin had also spotted this.

"What do ye know of rules?" hissed the first mate, ignoring Yondu's whispered commands for him to stand down, "Ye hunt for pleasure, kill for power! Ye have never followed 'rules'! The children are mine! Mine to protect, so go back to wherever ye came from ye burnt bastard!"

Slightly stunned by Kraglin's paternal instincts, Yondu pulled his first mate back to his side as Sheron snarled at them. "Sheron knows who truly runs this side of the galaxy…" sneered Yondu, referring to the many Ravager fractions that toured the galaxy, "… I'm sure he doesn't mean to come here and make threats…. Especially not during a truce."

Sheron growled, glancing around and frowning as the majority of the other aliens nodded in agreement with Yondu. Seeing that he was outnumbered, he shook his head. "I am, and always have been respectful…. But remember this. Nothing lasts forever…. Soon the rains will return to this jungle and there will be no need for us all to live in harmony. You may want to protect your little assassin now…. But ask yourselves this. How many lives is one &&**()& worth?"

Nobody could answer.

….

Sheron was right.

A couple of days later, the rains did return to the jungle and whilst the majority of the species on the other planets were unwilling to challenge the Ravagers, the crew knew that Sheron and any of his supporters wouldn't hesitate to come after Rhydian... and Peter to a lesser extent.

The Ravagers had to do something.

As Rhydian and Peter sat in the entrance to the ship, wet hair plastered to their heads as the rain continued to pour.

"What do you think they're talking about?" asked Peter, shielding his cassette player from the rain.

Shrug.

There were fights between the Ravager's all the time, but Sheron's threat divided the crew in half…. with some saying that Rhydian was just a kid and needed to stay with them…. Others said, 'drop the child off somewhere and leave him'. Let him be someone else's problem.

Knowing that this was a possibility, Rhydian pushed himself to his feet and headed into the street…. Straight for the bridge, where the meeting was being held.

"Rhydian…" hissed Peter, "… Rhydian, we're not meant to go in there!"

Stopping in his tracks, Rhydian turned and nodded in agreement, instead heading towards their room. Peter watched as his friend and brother grabbed a bag and started to stuff it with clothes, books and a few toys.

"What are you doing?"

Rhydian sighed, pulling the bag onto his shoulder. "I'm leaving…" he muttered, "… I won't have anyone getting killed because of me."

"B-but what about Kraglin?"

Rhydian's face fell as he turned away from Peter.

"The Ravager's will protect you! You know they will!"

"But I don't want them to!" Rhydian screamed, causing Peter to step back in shock, "I don't want them to die for me!"

"Boys?"

Peter and Rhydian span round as they heard a knock on the door, with Rhydian quickly shoving the bag towards Peter's bed, covering it with a blanket.

"Boys?" The door slid open and Kraglin sighed in relief, "Thank fuck. Are you two okay?"

Peter found that he could barely move as Rhydian nodded, a small, innocent smile on his face, which Kraglin returned…. Although he did seem to notice the tension.

"Listen…" he sighed, "… about Sheron. I don't want you two to worry about him, especially you Rhydian. Sheron is all talk."

He knelt in front of Rhydian and placed his hands on the child's shoulder. "Yer my son… both of you. Sheron will have to get through me before he'll ever hurt ye…. Yer safest here."

Rhydian was clearly unconvinced, but nodded anyway as Kraglin pulled him into a hug.

"I know yer both scared, but trust me…. Everything will be alright."

Pushing himself to a standing position, Kraglin gestured towards the beds, "Go on…. Get some sleep. We're going to set off tomorrow. Get as far away from this hell-hole as quickly as possible."

When he left and the door shut behind him, Peter quickly ran to his bed and grabbed the bag before Rhydian could. "You can't run away…" he hissed, "… you'd never make it! We're going away tomorrow, and then you won't need to run away!"

Silence.

Rhydian simply shrugged as he climbed into his hammock.

"Please Rhydian…. Don't run away."

"Something's wrong with the brats…" muttered Yondu, glaring at their backs as the two children hung around near the entrance to the ship, trying to help with the final leaving preparations., "… I can sense it."

"They're probably just stressed about yesterday…. For a couple of kids, they're holdin' up pretty well."

"No… it's something else."

"Hey boss!"

Yondu groaned under his breath when he heard Nilah's voice. Nilah was a Xandarian… and a cocky one at that.

"Why do we gotta leave so early?!" yelled the man, "Just leave the brats in the woods and let's get going! We ain't had a break in months and now those brats are ruining it! Captain, you need to- "

All it took was a sharp whistle for Nilah to stop in his tracks.

"I need to what Nilah?" hissed Yondu, "Because it sounded to me that yer tryin' to give me orders."

"I-I-I-"

"I am in charge… it's best you remember that."

Lowering the arrow, Yondu stepped forwards and raised his voice. "Alright, listen up!" he yelled, "Unless ye fuckers wanna face a bloodthirsty Kree, we ain't sticking around! Anyone who wants to stay and have their precious little holiday, can. Don't expect anything for yer funeral."

This seemed to get through to them, and the packing sped up. As everything was quickly shoved inside the ship, Rhydian and Peter raced over to Kraglin and Yondu.

"Are there any other planets like this one?" Peter asked eagerly, "Because me and Rhydian were thinking that- "

They stopped in their tracks when Yondu held up a silencing hand, his eyes focused on the jungle that surrounded the clearing. "Boys…" he hissed, "… I need ye to run to that ravine as fast as ye can."

Peter and Rhydian glanced at each other in confusion.

"What's going on?" asked Peter.

"Never ye mind brat. Get to the ravine and hide there… me and Kraglin will find ye."

"But- "

Before Peter could finish, there was a bellow from behind him and the Ravagers all began firing at the source…. a Kree that attempted to crush Rhydian beneath his hammer.

As the two children frantically ran away, they could hear Yondu's familiar whistle… and a bellow from Kraglin as he unsheathed his dagger and leapt at the Kree. Whilst they battled ferociously, Rhydian and Peter ran in the direction of a nearby ravine, desperately pushing themselves in an attempt to get to safety.

"Run boys!" yelled Yondu, who growled as Kraglin was knocked to the ground and Sheron went to pursue the children, "RUN!"

He didn't have to tell them twice.

With a speed they didn't think they possessed, the pair ran for their lives.

But Sheron was quicker.

From behind them, they could hear the Kree bellow once again…. and then there was the sound of stomping hooves and animalistic grunts.

Spinning around, the pair watched as Sheron was knocked to the ground by large, bull-like creatures that seemed to be having a rampage… and not stopping for anything.

"Come on!" gasped Rhydian, grabbing Peter's hand and dragging him towards the ravine.

Grunting in slight pain, the pair rolled down the wall of the ravine, straight into the mud and dirt. Ignoring how their clothes started to stick to them, the pair glanced up in alarm as they heard the rampaging herd slide down a slope into the ravine and continue their stampede.

Pressing back against the wall, they could see Sheron race to the edge of the ravine, scanning the chaos down below, clearly looking for the &&**()* that he despised so much.

"What do we do?" hissed Peter, clutching his headphones and he cowered against the wall, "What do we do?"

Sheron had spotted them, tightening his grip on the Warhammer.

However, before he could do anything, Rhydian tugged on Peter's hand, making a grabbing gesture with the other and pointing at the creatures.

"What?!"

The gesture was repeated as Rhydian rolled his eyes.

Peter could only watch in alarm as Rhydian edged closer to the stampede, clambering onto a rock (which gave him added height) and grabbing some horns as they thundered past.

"Rhydian!" Peter yelled, "Rhydian!"

But the other child was too far ahead to be seen.

"Grab a horn…" muttered Peter, keeping his eyes on the creatures, "… grab a horn. Grab a- WOAH!"

When one got close enough to the rock, Peter made a desperate grab… and managed to catch it as it raced past. As he wrapped his arms around the horn, Peter tightened his grip as they sped away from the ravine and Sheron…. And the Ravager's.

Eventually, after what seemed liked hours, the stampede came to a stop and the herd started to graze in an open field.

Climbing down from the creatures they were clutching onto, Rhydian and Peter rushed over to each other and glanced around.

"…What do we do now?"