Father and Son

I finally have a request! I wanted to ask if you could write an alternate ending for yondu. One where he is intercepted into the ship and the reader, who is quite the angry and passionate person, doesn't accept him dying because she's accidentally pregnant by him. so she tasers him because she's angry and sure it'll bring him back while everyone else thinks she's crazy and when he comes back she tells him when he's safely alive again recovering. he's shocked and excited but it's just pure fluff.

You ran from the other end of the ship, as fast as you could. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. He wasn't dead. He couldn't be dead.

"Peter?" you called, getting closer. Your voice betrayed exactly how panicked you felt. He was kneeling over Yondu. The thin sheet of ice that had descended over Yondu's face was starting to fade back, from the warmth inside the ship. "He's alive, isn't he? He has to be. Peter, tell me he's alive"

The look on Peter's face was fully of pity and of hurt. He shook his head. "He's gone"

Your blood ran cold. "No. He can't be." you said determinedly.

"Y/N, he's dead" Peter snapped, wiping the tears from his eyes as he slowly got to his feet.

Your brain refused to accept it. "No. No I don't believe you" you pushed past him and fell at Yondu's side, checking for a pulse, for breathing, for anything. "Wake up" you breathed, staring at him. "Come on, wake up" you shook his shoulders in desperation.

Peter pulled you back by your shoulder, all but throwing you aside, "Y/N he's dead. Will you just stop!" He was upset and angry, and I didn't care.

"He's not gone! Not yet!" You crawled back to Yondu's side. By now the others had joined you. There soft voices told you to let go, that it was over, that Yondu was gone. But you wouldn't listen. How could you? "Get up! Come on! Wake up!" There were tears running down your face as you frantically tried to shake Yondu back to consciousness.

"Will you just leave him alone!" Peter barked at you. He grabbed you by the arm, hauling you to your feet roughly.

You lashed out, "Get off me!"

"Just stop it!" He yelled.

You pushed against him, emotion fueling you both. How could he just give up like this? Yondu wasn't gone, not yet, he couldn't be. He didn't have a heartbeat, but if you could just restart his heart- of course. Restart his heart.

As you grappled with Peter you managed to get one hand free, unholstering your tazer. The others cried out, telling you to stop, asking what in the stars you thought you were doing. Maybe they thought you were going to hurt Peter. But none of them were quick enough to grab your tazer away from you.

You took aim, your arm extended below Peters, as you looked over his shoulder. One shot to the centre of the chest. That's all it would take. You fired, and the second you did, Peter's fist collided with your face. You didn't see if you'd hit your mark.

Peter punched at you again, and you retaliated. The pair of you were now on the floor, knocking lumps out each other. The rest of the Guardians were trying to pull you apart - Groot stood off to one side yelling at you all.

You had taken the brunt of it, trapped on your back, with Peter being bigger and stronger than you by far. You were sure that the next blow Peter would land would knock you out, but he stopped mid swing - from behind you both, there was a deep scratchy gasp.

"Yondu" you breathed.

Everyone stopped.

With the strength you had left, you pushed Peter off you, and clambered to Yondu's side. He was breathing. He had a pulse. He was alive. You sobbed in relief, collapsing, your head on his chest, your arms wrapped around him awkwardly.

Peter got to his feet behind you, "He- he's alive?"

You managed to nod.

—–

It had been days, but you hadn't left Yondu's side for more than a few minutes at a time. You were determined to be there when he woke up.

It was the middle of the night when his eyes eventually began to flicker, everyone else on board was asleep. "Yondu" you called softly, standing from the chair at the bedside to sit on the edge of the bed, near him, "Yondu, can you hear me?"

"I can hear ya" he mumbled, his words slightly slurred as he came back to the edge of consciousness.

You smiled as he opened his eyes and saw you, "Hey"

He laughed weakly, "Hey yerself, sweetcheeks - what the Hell happened to ya?" he frowned.

"Oh the…" you gestured to your face, the black eye and bruised cheek, "Peter and I had a small falling out, it's all sorted now though. Don't worry about it"

"Damn it girl" he mumbled. He looked around, working out that it was late, "What ya doin' here?"

You laughed, a light blush rising on your cheeks, "I was waiting for you to wake up"

"Alrigh'…" he said, looking puzzled. You watched as he tried to think back, figure out what had happened. Eventually he locked eyes with you and said, carefully, "I should be dead, how come I ain't?"

"I, uh, tazed you - it got your heart started again"

For a moment he said nothing, "So ya saved me?"

"I don't think the others would call it that" you said with a shaky laugh.

He sat up slowly, wincing, "Wha' happened?" You explained quietly. As you told him exactly what had happened once he'd given Peter his suit, he took your hand in his, and when you were done he nodded. "I see"

You smiled at him softly, "How are you feeling?"

"My head's killin me, Darlin' - thanks for askin'" Together you laughed. "Ya know," he said, "after tha' night we had, I honestly didn't think I'd be seein' ya so soften"

You smiled, "I don't think I did either"

"Not tha' I'm complainin', or nothing, I'm jus' surprised a young thing like yerself would want ta be spendin' so much time w' a handsome old Ravager like me - most girls yer age don't have such good taste" he laughed, winking at you.

You had wanted to do this softly, delicately, but the words escaped your mouth before you could shape them the way you wanted. "…I'm pregnant"

You both sat there, still as statues, waiting on the other to say something. "Yer… yer gonna have… a baby?"

"Yeah"

"Is it…" Yondu hesitated, he looked more serious than you'd ever seen him before, "Is it… mine?"

You nodded, and whispered, "Yes" You bit your lip, nervously.

You could almost see his heart skip a beat, "And do you… Do you want to… Are you gonna…?"

"I-I'm going to have this child" You said firmly. You were terrified, what if he didn't want…?

A smile pulled at his lips, as he let out a shaky laugh, "Do… do ya want me… around? I mean, I…" You didn't think he'd been so nervous in his life.

"Of course I do, but if you don't want to-"

"No, I want to" he cut you off, "I do, I really do, I swear to ya"

"Okay" you said, with a shaky laugh.

"Okay, Darlin'" he nodded. He pulled you closer to him, one arm round your waist, and kissed you softly. Under his breath you quietly heard him whisper, "I'm gonna be a dad"

(Author's note - Arayta, I have your request, I'm going to do it next :) )