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Day of Thankfulness Final Chapter

All the Ravagers just grinned, even though Yondu and Kraglin had this rule that Peter wasn't to be spoiled, and that this day was to be Ravagers only. Everyone had made the collective decision to ignore that.

"Yes that's for you," Yarovesky said from across the table, while Peter didn't try to contain his delight.

"Oh, this is for me."

"Ohhhhh" was the collective response from the Ravagers as the four-year-old tore through the wrapping paper to reveal his new music pod. "Music, I have new music…look daddy."

Peter held up the music box, which Yondu gave a nod while groaning in response. Peter loved music, always playing his mother Walkman which was akin to a security blanket for him.

"We went through it and there in some songs from everywhere, a lot from Terra, the original ones from his…Walkman thing and loads more. Over a thousand songs", Iztel said, "And nothing with any swear words" he finished before Kraglin could ask.
"Yea music," Peter squealed as he tore through the rest of the items. While Yondu just rolled his eyes, typical.

Peter loved music, if it wasn't his stupid Walkman, it was something with Iztel and Proctom in the Mess or that the kid loved to sing in the bath. Over the past three years, Yondu knew every song every syllable even if Peter didn't. There were some new art supplies since Peter loved to draw, some educational puzzles, and a little tool set for when he was working on the engines, made to fit his small hands.

There was also some new clothes and toys and lots more things that Peter loved as he held them up with delight, basking in the attention. Then suddenly he grew more sombre, the emotion falling from his face, which clued Yondu and Kraglin in instantly.
Immediately Yondu was on the floor next to his son, while the tears were beginning to fall from Peter's face.

"What is it, Peter."

For Peter, being only four years old. It was hard to explain, but he tried it anyway.

"I didn't know we were…celebrating. I…got…no…one…presents". Peter sought to explain, as a collective "Awwwww" went throughout the crew, which led Yondu stumped for a second. He didn't realise this would affect Peter so much while Yarovesky, who was currently up getting himself another beer spoke up.

"Well for a present for me, you could come up and plan a star chart for me." He stated trying to be nonchalant about it. End of the day, he was a Ravager, so couldn't be too soft.
"And, if you like you can help me fix an engine?" said Horuz.

"I've never drawn before, I need some help with that" Gunnsen supplied, which caused the rest of the crew to tell the boy how he could assist them within the next few months, and that way he would be learning something.

Peter upon hearing how he could be useful, brushed the tears out of his eyes with the sleeve of his jumper. "So I can be a real Ravager?" He said, causing all to just nod.
With the last of the presents opened, with Peter now having an impressive bounty of his own, and a crisis averted, Yondu wondered what happened next. But the crew answer that question, by revealing that they did nothing. Just chilled and played games talked and just enjoyed each other's company.

This did this all the time, but there was an air of softness about it, beers were being poured but no one was getting wasted, no fights were breaking out. Yondu just leaned back and observed his crew. They were a bunch of space pirates, but seeing them like this, was slightly unnerving.

As if he had given them the order to be their opposite selves, or perhaps their true selves if they had never been Ravagers and their circumstances would have been different.
For Peter, Yondu observed his son, being his typical good self, running back to get beers for the crew and just chatting with everyone, making sure that they were happy, in his unselfish behaviour that caused the hard-assed Captain, a stab of pride at how their son was being raised.

Peter activated his new music box, and the sounds of a mixture of music filled the air while Yondu looked over the playlist. There was loads, all his mother's music, hundred more after that and almost every Xandarian song they could get hold off that didn't contain a swear word. Not too bad, Yondu mused to himself as a traditional folk song from Hrax, Kraglin's homeward filled the air.

"I love this song" Kraglin mused more to himself, as watching across the crew. Peter being Peter was just dancing, as the second mate noticed both Jamsean and Gunnsen, standing together but leaning towards each other as if they were dancing.

Not that he would ask Yondu to dance, hell his mate would rather throw himself through the airlock even though knew that his people were dancers admits their own tribes. With everyone settled, the evening wore on, as Peter still happily dancing proving that he was full of too much energy just looked up in surprise.

"We forgot to cut the tree, it's tradition before bedtime."

Bedtime, well according to Peter's internal clock it was past that, both Yondu and Kraglin thought he would crash at any second. But tree cutting, shit how many traditions did this holiday have?

Peter small as he was motioned all the crew to come forward, which on some level did impress Yondu, as his little son with his small voice, made it loud and clear.
"I was reading the story, and everyone has to take a branch of the Tree of Thankfulness and make a wish, and keep the branch all year and the wish will come true.

The idea of wishes was just a childish notion, but the crew caught up in the day immediately obliged, Yarovesky passing up his new blade since it was the nearest thing to hand as one by one each member of the crew who wanted one took a branch. Yondu didn't care what the others were wishing for, yet a branch was passed to him by Kraglin, meaning he had to take it seriously.

No one said there wishes out loud, but for the Vonspears, they hoped for their union to last, Horuz wanted for love, Proctom was wishing for the contentment he had felt the past year would remain, which was the same thing Iztel was also thinking.
Most of the Ravagers, however, wished for better missions but added an afterthought, as sappy as it was. Peter remain safe, which was the same thing both his parents wanted for…well that and good missions and shit loads of units.

With that done, Peter immediately began to rub his eyes, reluctantly though he was trying to hide it. It was way past his bedtime, even though both of them were sure he would be up at his regular time, just to annoy his parents, even though all thy had done was indulge in merriment, almost everyone seemed exhausted.
"Ready for bed, Peter." Yondu said in his Captain voice, which caused his son to immediately protest.

"No…I have to say good night to everyone". Peter stated as Yondu sighed as his son run to every Ravager, and hugged them wishing each and everyone "Happy Day of Thanks."
To their credit, each and every one of them returned the hug and responded the same way. God, they were feared and dangerous, shit his son had reduced them to a bunch of sentimental bastards.

"You know, I'm exhausted too" claimed Jamsean to Gunnsen who just gave each other a familiar look, as they practically run out of the door. Though they stopped to pick up the gifts and precious art stuff, which was still a surprise to most of the Ravagers.

"Shit, I'm knackered too" Iztel stated getting up and immediately staggering. "And I'm pissed too."
prompting Proctom to immediately get to his fit and assist the older Ravager. Stepping from the room, a thought occurred to Iztel, "Oh shit, I forget to do the morning food prep", to which Proctom replied. "It's ok, I didn't drink. I'll do it".

Perhaps it was the booze talking or the fact that Iztel over the past several months since Proctom's surgery which the lad still hadn't recovered from a hundred percent, got slightly misty in his vision faded eyes.

"You're a good kid, Proctom," did I ever tell you that?"

Proctom, having been in exile for two years, and now readily accepted by the crew especially Udonta family and Iztel, who was giving him a damn good education.
Seemed to push back the tears, before he gripped the older Ravager harder in a more affectionate manner before they went on their way. Several Ravagers were just milling about, but this day was over, which to Yondu's surprise gave him a twinge of something.

Sadness, naa sod that. It was now tomorrow; in a few hours, everything would be as it was. He would be the Captain of a bunch of hard-assed bastards, whose exploits were legendary. And that was it.
Kraglin following having grabbed the gifts and tree branches and with Yondu carrying Peter, who's eyes were fluttering with encroaching sleep the trio made their way to their quarters.

There Kraglin placed evening down, while Yondu was the one who washed and dressed their son in his pyjamas. Peter, was flat out asleep, while Kraglin slipped in afterwards to clean, but not before he gave his son a kiss good night.
Placing his son into his bed gently, Yondu was relieved Peter was too far gone to demand a story, as he put his precious toy Fang into the bed which Peter gave a comforting squeeze.

For a moment Yondu just looked at this son, and mused over the day, remembering how kind and generous his boy had been and came to a realisation. Hearing Kraglin exiting the bathroom, he also kissed Peter of the forehead, before slipping in after Kraglin to wash.

A few minutes later, Yondu now clean and very naked, exiting the bathroom just at the moment Kraglin a towel wrapped around his waist had activated Peter's new music system which switched to a traditional sappy Xandarian love song. At least it was better than the crappy Terran music, Yondu thought as he stepped toward his mate.
Yondu knew they made a strange couple, shit a strange family. Everything about them was so opposite. Outside these rooms, Yondu had to be a bastard, but it was Kraglin who did everything that ensured he could do his job with no problem. Hell, he run their lives, and both of them knew it.

Wordlessly, and perhaps it was the booze talking, Yondu slid his hands over his mate's lean back, and turned Kraglin towards him until their noses were almost touching. Kraglin in response just wrapped his arms around Yondu's neck and for a moment they just stood swaying to the music.

"Look, we're almost dancing" Kraglin whispered in Yondu's ear, which caused Yondu to only hold his mate tighter. Dear gods, it was the bloody booze talking. He was feeling, so damn not like…him. Ah screw it, he had things he needed to say he could just blame the alcohol.

"You were right; this was important," Yondu said, which just caused Kraglin to smirk.
"Oh yeah, and why's that?" Kraglin leaning closer so his lips brushed Yondu's.

"It was a good day, Peter got some nice shit and…"
"And," Kraglin was just smirking.

"And everyone was just happy, I can see why people like this day."
"Yeah, families come together," confirmed Kraglin.

Still staying together, almost dancing, Yondu continued. "And if Peter is going to be Xandarian, I want him to learn more about my culture too. Everything I know about the Zatoan tribe. I know he can speak some of it, but I want him to know everything, even hunting."

Kraglin just held his mate closer and whispered in his ear, not that he needed Kraglin's permission for anything. "Peter will just love that."

For a moment, they were just swaying, lost in each other, until Kraglin reached up and stroked Yondu's head fin. The only person who was allowed to touch it.
"Yondu, you still need to unwrap my present."

"You got me a present?"

"No Yondu, you are going to give me a present."

Kraglin gestured to his towel, which Yondu pulled open. And then laughed for exactly three minutes.

Kraglin had taken Peter's glitter and bathed his entire cock in the sparkles, well it was different as Kraglin's eyes just flashed.
"Ah hell yeah."

Flinging his mate down on the bed, Yondu set about making his mate scream like a whoring angel with some distastable sex, which left them both covered in glitter and satisfied.

Peter Jason Udonta, woke up earlier than he normally did. His tiny tummy stuffed full of good delicious food, meaning he needed the toilet desperately.
Stepping past his parents carefully, he made his way to the shared bathroom and did his business, once he would have called his parents, but he was a big boy now and could do it all by himself.

Stepping back past his parent's bed, both of them were curled up fast asleep on their pillows, their bed massive compared to his. Making up his mind in a second, Peter jumped up carefully on the bed and inched closer, shuffling up next to Yondu, whose body generated heat when he slept so he was always warm and cuddly.
Settling next to his dad's bare chest, and the pouch he was now too big for. Peter closed his eyes and settled, feeling Yondu's arms closing around him and pulling him closer before he fell asleep again.

"Daddy, why do you have glitter all over your face?"
Yondu awake to his son's question, hearing Kraglin snicker next to him.
"We spilled the glitter in the bed," Yondu said quickly, as Kraglin just whispered, which Peter didn't hear "Please, you're going to be shitting glitter for a month."

Yondu remembering the night, just grinned as Peter just settled back into Yondu's chest. It was still too early to move, and he just wanted to lie there and just glanced around the room, thinking of how much he needed a piss when his gaze fell on the three branches left on the side.

"Peter"
"Ummmm yes daddy" Peter just signed.

"What did you wish for when you cut the tree?"
"Ummm, we can do it all again next year."
Kraglin glanced over at Kraglin, and just waited for the answer to their son's unselfish wish. Which caused Yondu to make a quick decision.

"Yes, next year."
Peter just smiled, and settled back down, while Kraglin just run his hands through his son's blond hair.

"Next year," Kraglin confirmed, fixing his mate a look.

"You're the best daddies ever."

With Peter fast asleep, Kraglin just leaned over and kissed Yondu tenderly.

"Yes, we sure are."

The end

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