Sometimes, When Your Mama Tells You That A Hand Sign Means Rock On, And That You Should Use It Whenever

Sometimes, when your mama tells you that a hand sign means rock on, and that you should use it whenever you do something really cool, she might just have a private joke she ain't sharin' with you just yet. :)

a kinda more than ok dad

Yondu and Peter for the amazing story Hope is a Feathered Thing by the equally amazing @laylainalaska! just fun family times in space! Peter getting a pet and looking happy and Yondu looking much more annoyed than he actually is! :D

also now that i look at my space pet it’s strongly reminds me of this dog in alien costume from Star Trek lol but maybe there exists an alien dog that looks like a regular dog in a costume??? who knows

Silly headcanon that lil’ Peter really tried to be scary and intimating at one point but just wasn’t because he’s a scrappy, scrawny and just cute lil’ Terran, and looking all serious didn’t make it any better.

So whenever he tried, his “victims” would actually have trouble not to laugh aloud in his face – before they looked up and the laugh got stuck in their throats because while Peter wasn’t scary, smirking Yondu with his arrow at the ready standing right behind Peter was scary.

And they would scramble and hurry to do or hand over whatever Peter had wanted from them, and Peter is all-happy-bouncy and like “SEE, I did it!”

“Sure did, Pete,” Kraglin answers dutifully, patting the boy’s head and getting half-hearted complains for that while Yondu steps back and pretends not to be interested at all in any of this.

Somewhere in the background, the other Ravagers exchange glances like, “Should we tell ‘im?”

“Sure, if ye wanna make Capt’n really angry, go ‘head.”

“Eh, ‘m kinda attached to mah life.”

Top tier parenting, I'd say xD

Quill: Take literally any sentence he’s ever said to me and add “–or I’ll eat you.” to the end of it. That’s 97.8% of all the conversations we’ve had since I was six.

Headcanon that the “nicer” Ravagers literally never stop their friendly bickering and banter, not even in the most serious situations. It’s a habit that mostly stems from the fact that Peter just never shuts up, so once they started taking the kid along to missions and Peter more and more often ended up in fights with them, there was always a child’s voice complaining, commenting and snapping right back when someone chastisized him. Yondu and Kraglin give back in much the same manner, too stubborn to let Peter have the last word, and it leads to the most talkative fight scenes ever.

Like – a bar fight, the Ravagers taking cover under tables, waiting out the first round of fire, and Kraglin bumps right into teenager Peter who has ducked under the same table as him.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“Nice day for a shooting, eh?”

“Ain’t really. Now git, Pete, yer in the way.”

“Ex-cuse me, I was here first, you get out.”  

“Pete.”

“Kraglin.”

“Yer such a damn brat-…!” Kraglin uses the break in the enemy’s fire to lean around the table’s sturdy leg, shooting one of the jackasses right in the forehead before scrambling back. Peter at his side is done with high-wiring one their gravity mines, programming it so that it would attract living beings in a certain radius. He throws it nonchalantly, shooting Kraglin a wide grin as there are several screams once the mine does its work.  “Still want me to get out?!”

“Sure as hell, brat!” Kraglin yells back, grinning himself.

Peter laughs in his face.

A few feet away, Yondu whistles the nearest sniper into oblivion before he jumps and throws himself over the bar counter, ducking behind it. He stops whistling for a second, grabbing one of the bottles behind the counter before he rolls to the side and over to Tullk, who ducks back behind the counter after shooting down a few opponents quickly and effectively.

Tullk nods a thanks as he takes a quick swig from the bottle and shakes his blaster, hoping to cool it off.

“The boys?!” He has to yell over the shots fired and someone crashing against the wall – either a piece of furniture or a body, he can’t tell.

“Heard them bickerin’ on the way over, they’re good!” Yondu yells back, rolling his eyes as the other laughs at that. He can’t deny he’s smirking himself, though.

Bickering and silliness is better than having to drag two dead bodies out of a hiding spot.

The cruel image lingers a little too long before his mind’s eyes, and Yondu resolutely shakes his head to get rid of it, unwillingly to name the damn sentiment that squeezes his chest together when thinking of such things.

Tullk is looking at him with something akin to worry, and Yondu decides to change the subject. “Let’s git goin’ an’ get ‘em before they throttle each other!”

“Good idea, Capt’n!”

They pause, taking a breath to steady, reload and ready a whistle.

Once the enemies’ fire ceases just for a second, they move in tandem, popping out of hiding with fire and arrow.

It’s not like their opponents stand a chance.

“Boys!” Tullk thunders over Yondu’s whistling, the arrow massacring anyone dumb enough to aim at them. “Git movin’, we’re out of here!”

There are various shouts at that and the Ravagers burst forth from whatever spot they had been hiding it, either attacking whatever enemy is still left standing or helping those up who got hit when the fight broke out.

Kraglin appears right next to Tullk while Peter pops up next to Yondu. Both of them are fine, so Tullk nods over to Yondu, making a gesture for the entrance. The Captain nods, and they are off again - …

… with bickering still trailing after them.

“I totally helped with that, Kraggles!”

“Nah Pete, ye didn’t.”

“Boys, not now, for flark’s sake.”

“He started it!”

“Quill!”

“Okayyyy…”