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 ?

"Kid… Kid!"

Peter's eyes flew open when someone removed one headphone away from his ear. Lying on his front to the side of him, was Kraglin.

The ducts were relatively small, but for someone as skinny as Kraglin, it was probably very easy for him to squeeze through.

"Ya do realize that you've been here all day, right?"

Glancing around, Peter frowned. "Oh… really?"

"Yeah, really. You'd better get outta there… the night crew tend to come in and clean them and they'll think yer some kinda insect."

"I'm not a bug!"

"Ya sure? Yer as small as one."

Peter scowled at this, twisting away from Kraglin as the older man rolled his eyes. "Come on brat, it's bedtime."

"I wanna go home!"

"Listen… Terra is miles away. There ain't no point in you goin' home."

"I don't mind when I get there, I just wanna go home!"

Kraglin sighed, "It's… it's not that simple."

"Why not? Is it because of the bounty?"

"… Who told- Never mind. C'mon. It's fuckin' freezin' in 'ere."

There was silence for a few moments, before Peter shook his head. "I don't wanna share a room with Rhydian."

"What?"

"He hurt that man…."

Kraglin sighed deeply at this. "D'ya know why he did that? 'Cause he had ta."

Shaking his head again, Peter frowned. "Momma said you're not meant to hurt other people… it's not nice."

"That was on Terra. Here, if Rhydian doesn't show those men that he is willing to hurt them, they'll think it's easy to use him against the Captain."

"… So, he has to be mean to show that he could hurt them without Yondu telling him to?"

"Yeah!"

Peter thought to himself for a few moments, before shaking his head. "I still don't like it."

"You don't gotta like it kid… give it a few more days, and you'll see why Rhydian does it."

Not reassured by the statement, Peter shoved his headphones back over his ears as Kraglin gently pulled him closer and shuffled them both out of the air vents.

….

Peter refused to speak as Kraglin carried him back to his and Rhydian's shared room, only taking off his headphones when they arrived… and only because Kraglin tugged on them.

"I need you to watch this…" the older man muttered as Peter placed the headphones around his neck again, "… please?"

Choosing not to say anything, Peter merely peeked into the room. Lying in his hammock, Rhydian looked upset as Yondu pulled the blanket up to the boy's shoulders.

"He don't hate ye kid…" Yondu sighed, "… He's just whining about not bein' able to go back to Terra."

Rhydian reached over and poked his Papa in the chest, a small smile on his face as Yondu chuckled. "Yeah, the whole 'I'm gonna eat ya' thing might not be helpin'… but it's funny."

An exasperated roll of the eyes and a shake of the head.

"Well it's funny to me."

This time, Rhydian didn't do anything apart from burying himself into his blankets. Yondu sighed at this, "Stop mopin'. Yer Daddy's gonna grab 'im and bring him back."

Nothing.

Another sigh from Yondu. "Why don't you get some sleep tonight…. I promise I'll stay here until ye nod off."

Rhydian nodded, keeping his eyes on his Papa as the blue-skinned alien started to whistle, humming a soothing tune

"Ntoni umzuzwana uhlale njani ngonaphakade?

Njani ibali soze afe?

Kuyinto uthando kufuneka abambelele… Ungaze lula, kodwa sizama

Maxa wambi ulonwabo lwethu ndifungeleni

Ngandlel 'ithile, ixesha nendawo wema ngxi

Ukuthanda ubomi kwi ngaphakathi ezintliziyweni zethu kwaye njalo kuyoba."

As Yondu's soft, barely heard, lullaby came to an end, Peter twisted in Kraglin's arms and frowned up at him. "I thought I had a translator?"

"You do… a temporary one anyway."

"So why couldn't I understand him?"

Kraglin smirked, "Centaurians have two languages that they speak. The main one, which can be translated and then the one which is kept secret between all of them. No one's really heard the second one, so no-one's translated it."

"…There was a lot of clicks and whistles."

"That's they speak… clicks and whistles with occasional spoken word thrown in there."

Before Peter could say anything else, Kraglin entered the room and gently placed him on his bed. "Found him…" Kraglin whispered to Yondu, aware that Rhydian was seconds away from sleep, "… is Rhydian alright."

"Brat's fine…." Yondu glanced at Peter, before turning away, "… put in the coordinates for the nearest market planet. His socks all have holes in… again."

"Didn't we just buy him some?"

"Brat's growin' like a weed."

Without another glance at Peter, the pair left the room and shut the door behind them. As Peter huddled into the bed, he listened to Rhydian's breathing even out.

"I'm sorry…" he whispered, "… But I just wanna go home."

….

Tap. Tap.

Peter stirred at the sharp pain on the centre of his forehead.

Tap. Tap.

"G'way…" he muttered, swatting blindly, "… five more minutes Momma."

Tap… TAP.

"HEY!"

Peter shot up, his eyes shooting open as he saw Rhydian sitting next to his bed… again. This time, however, he didn't look as happy.

Slowly pushing himself into a seated position, Peter sighed when Rhydian continued to frown at him. "I'm sorry…" he muttered, "…. About yesterday. I didn't mean to…. Yell at you. Kraglin told me you had to do it."

Nod.

"You have to scare them… so that they don't hurt you when Yondu isn't around."

Nod.

"… Sorry."

The frown stayed on Rhydian's face for a few more seconds, before he shrugged and smirked at Peter, getting to his feet and throwing a clean t-shirt at him.

Once Peter was dressed, the pair ran out of the room and, just as they did yesterday, headed towards the cafeteria.

However, today was different.

Before they reached the large room, both their collars were grabbed from behind and they were dragged backwards.

"Not today brats…" Yondu muttered, releasing his grip and forcing them to turn around, "… we're going planet-side today. We'll grab ye somethin' then."

Rhydian jumped up and down in excitement, following Yondu as he led them towards the hanger bay. As they entered the bay, Peter couldn't help but gaze around in amazement…. It was just like every sci-fi show he'd ever seen.

"Wow…" he whispered, only moving because of Rhydian dragging him forwards.

Several aliens were clambering into their own ships, probably all planning to go down to the planet as well, however, their ships weren't as grand as the one Yondu was leading them to.

"I don't wanna hear no whinin', no whingin' and no arguin'. I hear any of that, and I'll leave ye there, capeesh?"

Both Rhydian and Peter nodded eagerly, climbing into the ship and buckling into the passenger seats. As the ship lifted off the ground and headed out into open space, Peter found himself automatically unbuckling the seatbelt and heading towards the window.

"Wow…." He whispered again, staring at all the stars. As they got closer to the planet, Peter found himself speechless, "… WOW!"

Rhydian nodded eagerly from his seat as he watched Peter get more and more excited with each new sight… the pair didn't notice how Yondu turned to look at the pair of them, a soft smile on his face.

….

As the ship touched down on the docks of the planet, Yondu quickly grabbed the back of the children's shirts to stop them from just running off.

"Watch yerselves brats…" he muttered, making sure they would stay by his side before letting them go, "… I gotta pay the dock master first."

After handing over some coins in return for anonymity (only made cheaper by the added bonus that the dock master was a woman and the brats were cute), Yondu pulled the pair towards the marketplace.

"Right, I've got shit to do, so you brats can have some fun… don't speak to strangers, and if a stranger grabs you, go for the throat."

Peter was startled by this, mutely watching as Rhydian nodded eagerly and held out his hand.

"What d'ya what bra- Oh…. Money." Snarling to himself, Yondu reached into his pocket, and pulled out some more coins. "Fer God's sake brat, don't spend it all."

With that, he turned away and Rhydian tugged Peter in the opposite direction, weaving in between legs as the children disappeared into the crowd.

"Where are we going?!" laughed Peter as he tried to both keep up and take in all the new sights, "Rhydian! Where are we going?"

Rhydian didn't answer until they reached a stall led by a large, winged lady, who was stirring something with a spoon.

"Watcha boys…." She greeted, beaming at the two children, "… What'll be?"

Letting Rhydian take the lead, Peter watched as he pointed at the bowl that the woman was stirring and then held up two fingers.

"Sure thing honey."

It only took a couple of minutes before she was handing them two green concoctions on sticks. Rhydian handed some coins over, before tugging Peter away.

"What is it."

Roll of the eyes.

"… Just try it?"

Nod.

Peter took a deep breath, before licking the strange food…. And then beaming. "It's really sweet!"

Eager nods.

"It's just like candyfloss!"

Head tilt to the side.

"It's something on Earth, a pink and fluffy sweet."

Understanding nod.

Finding a stone wall, the pair quickly scoffed down their sugary treats. Once finished, Rhydian gestured for Peter to follow him, leaping down from the wall and racing in between legs and around market stalls... stealing stuff as he went.

When they came to a less populated area, Peter shook his head. "You can't do that!"

Tilt of the head.

"Because it's wrong! Stealing is wrong!"

Shrug.

"… What did you get?"

Rhydian grinned, pulling out a selection of sweets from his pockets, giving a handful to Peter as the other six-year-old beamed in delight.

"Alright… they're small, maybe no-one will notice…. Can you steal anything else?"

Beaming grin and a nod.

….

Yondu groaned when he saw the two brats racing towards him, their pockets bulging suspiciously (not that he could say anything, as he definitely had extra items in his own pockets). "No!" he held up his hand in a silent order for the two to stop…. Before they'd even started, "I don't want to know."

As he heard someone call out thief in the distance, Yondu rolled his eyes and grabbed the pair by their arms and dragged them back towards the docks. "Let's get out of 'ere before you brats get us in trouble."

Ignoring how the pair giggled to themselves about what they had got up to, Yondu found himself feeling a little proud of the pair…. If they managed to get to the ship without getting caught, then those brats would be successful thieves.

At the age of six.

Kids could be useful for some jobs, maybe if he sent Peter and Rhydian- No.

Startled at his own thought processes, Yondu shook his head and snarled. Quill was bounty and that was that…. No matter how useful he was.

…..

"I notice Peter's got quite a few new toys." Stated Kraglin as he stood in the doorway of his and Yondu's shared room, "I thought you were only going to get socks for Rhydian."

"The brat got 'em himself…. Stole them from right under the owner's nose."

"Clever… he's only six."

"Pah! Rhydian probably did most of the work!"

"You don't know that."

There was silence for a few moments, before Yondu twisted around to suspiciously glare at his first mate. "Yer' ve grown fond of him…" he stated in realisation, "… ye wanna keep him!"

"…. Can you blame me? We've done this so many times and every time Rhydian gets his hopes up…. He and Peter have really bonded."

"Why should I care? Think of the units!"

"Think of everyone else we've delivered to that bastard… did you ever see any of them again, because I didn't!"

"That's sentimentality, and I don't do sentimentality. Ain't I taught you nothin' boy?!"

Silence.

Without saying anything more, Yondu stormed away and headed for the bridge.

He had something to think about.

….

Kraglin was right…. Not that Yondu would ever admit it to the man's face.

He couldn't deliver Peter… he just couldn't.

"Dammit…" he muttered under his breath, "… fuckin' dammit!"

Everyone else who was on the bridge, wisely chose not to comment as Yondu slapped his hands on the control panel and stormed out of the room, muttering to himself in clear annoyance as he complained about "that bloody, soft-hearted bastard."

….

"Fine!" exclaimed Yondu as he burst into Rhydian's room, where Kraglin was reading the two children a bedtime story, "We'll keep him! Are ye happy now?!"

He continued to scowl as Kraglin smiled at him, pushing himself to his feet and kissed him on the cheek. "Yeah, I'm happy."

Noticing that the children were frowning in confusion, Kraglin grinned. "Peter, how would you like to be a Ravager?"

As Peter nodded eagerly, Rhydian leapt out of his hammock and raced towards his parents.

"Peter's gonna stay!" he yelled, excitement and joy clear in his voice, "Really?!"

"Really, really!"

"YAY!"

Peter watched Rhydian in confusion, frowning as his friend continued to jump up and down in glee. "I-I thought he couldn't speak?"

"Oh, he can speak boy…" chuckled Yondu, "… but only when he pissed off, pissin' himself in fear, high on life or about to end it all due to sadness. Fucked up childhood and all."

Before Peter could say anything, Rhydian came rushing up to him and grabbed him. "We're gonna be brothers Petey! We're going to be brothers!"

Rhydian's enthusiasm was contagious, causing Peter to also get excited. Together, they began to race around the room, laughing and whooping in glee.

"Are ye happy now?" sighed Yondu, "They're all wound up!"

"Yeah…. Well good luck gettin' the to bed."

Without letting Yondu answer, Kraglin strode out of the room, leaving Yondu behind…. Along with two hyper children.

"You bitch…."