Just a small request, but do you think you could write a fluff fic where Yondu teaches the reader how to whistle (maybe like to teach them his native language or even to use the Yaka arrow? Idk just some thoughts XD)? Thanks! ^u^
Cute and fluff and funny
"Whatcha mean you can't whistle?" Yondu barked, frowning at you as if you were insane.
"Well, I can, just a little bit, and it's not good - I wouldn't say that I can whistle a tune or anything. I can barely hold a note" you shrugged. Until you'd gotten close to Yondu, whistling was never really a concern of your's.
"Gonna have t' teach ya then, can't have that" he huffed, looking concerned.
You laughed, "It's not that important - loads of people go through their lives without being able to whistle."
"Well I ain't havin' it - ain't no girl of mine not bein' able t' whistle"
"I'm not your girl" you laughed.
"We'll see about that" he said with a smirk and suggestive raise of his eyebrows.
You grinned, "Besides, I didn't think it was possible to teach someone how to whistle, I thought you could either do it naturally or you couldn't"
Yondu sauntered over to you, a cheeky smile on his lips, "We'll see about that"
Half an hour later you ever sitting on Yondu's bed, with him laying back beside you. At the end of the bed sat the infamous yaka arrow. You were trying to move it.
Yondu had given you this thing to let you use it - it was like a cuff, made of the same metal as his fin, that clicked around your wrist. It made a telekinetic link between you and the arrow. It too glowed red when it was being used. That hadn't happened much.
"'at's alright Princess, try again"
You wet your lips again, then took a breath. You made your lips into that little 'o' shape, pressed the tip of your tongue against your bottom teeth, and blew. All that came out at first was air, then, yet again, a medium range note came, soft and quiet. The cuff glowed dimly, as did the arrow - it twitched, then hovered just sight above the bed… until you ran out of breath and it dropped again.
You took a deep breath.
"Tha' was better" Yondu grinned, "Told ya I could teach ya"
"I don't think this counts yet" you scoffed.
"Ya just keep practicing and you'll get it in no time, Princess" He stretched, getting comfy, putting both hands behind his head.
"Aren't you scared I'm going to accidentally shoot you or something?"
"Nah, Princess - I trust ya"
You smiled at that. Wetting your lips before trying again - you'd taken a deeper breath, blew a little harder. The arrow rose a little higher, floated gently, before you dropped it again. You grinned.
"Now, look at that - what'd I say"
An hour later, you were lying back next to Yondu. There had been a mishap or two, some new dents in the walls - but no injuries, thankfully.
"Now, once ya get better ya won' need t' keep on whistling t' keep it going, just to change direction, but that's using yer head" Yondu explained, "But for now y'keep on going, see if y'can keep it up there for a while"
"Okay"
You whistled again - you could whistle and it would stay in the air, then then you took a breath it would start to fall (quite quickly) until you started to whistle again. Every now and again, you caught the look of panic on Yondu's face as you tried to take a deeper breath and the arrow fell further than he was ready for.
"Watch it" he'd warned.
Yondu made sure you kept up your practice for the next few weeks. He was so determined to make you learn how to use the arrow just as well as him. He'd drag you out of bed to make you practice, he'd make other crew members take over from your duties to make you practice - several nights you ate your dinner with Yondu in his room so you could get some more practices in.
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You were starving. You knew there was cake in the kitchen. You'd barely slept. You were in a crap mood overall, and you wanted that cake. You trudged through to the ship's kitchen, your mind set on that cake. Before you'd gone to sleep last night there were 2 slices left.
Turning the corner you saw Yondu and Kraglin. Yondu was holding a half eaten slice of cake in his hand. Kraglin had a slice on his plate - he went to pick it up. No chance.
You whistled. Yondu's arrow flew out it's hold and hovered in front of Kraglin's face. He froze, wide eyed - confused and terrified. You marched across the room, "That cake's mine" you growled.
"But…?"
"It's mine. You had some yesterday, I saw you!" Yondu had covered his mouth with one hand as he tried to hold back his laughter. "Kraglin I swear, you either give me that cake right now, or" you gave a tiny short whistle, and the arrow darted forward a fraction of an inch.
He squealed, nearly dropping the cake. Quickly he put it down, raising his hands in surrender. "You can have it! You can have it!" He all but ran out the room.
You grinned and Yondu whistled, returning his arrow to it's holder. "Well damn, Darlin' - if ya ain't my girl after all"
You huffed a laugh, "Shut up - I want my cake"
He laughed and grinned and you both knew that this wouldn't be the last time.