Pouty Boy Peter!! I Think I Want To Draw Neb Or Rich Next, I Feel Like I'm Learning A Bit A Least From

Pouty boy Peter!! I think I want to draw Neb or Rich next, I feel like I'm learning a bit a least from doing these. I'll make a master post at the end or something

*Peter does something incredibly stupid and gets himself and others in mortal danger*

Yondu:

baby ravager

teen/mid twenty Peter Quill anyone???

thanks @enigma731for some ideas :3

*screaming, crying, throwing up*

We all know that Yondu cares more about Peter than he’d admit and he may be mean and gruff and an a-hole but deep inside he's just a big softie and doesn't know how to show it and/or can't because he fears for his crew finding out about this. So there were just these little gestures from time to time; small trinkets he’d swiped for Peter or little gifts he brought him from his raids, without ever anyone noticing and Yondu in fact never mentioned it, nor did Peter himself or Kraglin, Oblo and the others. These nice little things and some bad dad jokes, along with discreet smiles and few taunts and snarls, yeah, Peter's childhood on the Eclector wasn't the best but it was good in its own odd way.

I was talking with a friend and she’s had a rough year, so I wanted to give her a small gift.

I hope you like it @ssirius-blackk <3 

Word count: 747

Fandom: Gardians of the Galaxy

Rated: T

Peter’s First Christmas with Yondu

Yondu wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, but here he found himself raiding some clothing store trying to figure out what he could grab that would fit Peter.  

There was nothing to this beyond he knew the boy needed new clothing. Terrans grew fast at his age and he was already shooting out of the clothing Yondu had picked up a couple of months ago.

It had nothing to do with how the boy was counting down to a number circled on his calendar. Or that the day circled had Yondu curious enough to look into what it was.  

He was going to eat the boy. He wasn’t being nice, he was being smart. You can’t eat a Terran that small, they have to grow, get some meat on them. They can’t grow if they’re not taken care of properly.  

Grabbing what he thought would fit, he tossed it in a bag, slung the bag over his shoulder and made his way towards the waiting ship. Something caught his eye as he was leaving the store and he reached out to grab it, shoving it in one of the inner pockets of his duster in one smooth motion.  

***

The closer it got to the day circled on his calendar, the more depressed Peter got. He missed his mom terribly and the sudden loss of the rest of his life on Earth had made the loss of his mom so much harder to bear.  

Looking at the calendar he had made himself, he forced the tears that threated away. It was almost Christmas on Earth. I would have been his first Christmas without his mom, and now it was his first Christmas away from anything even remotely familiar. But he refused to show the Ravagers that had kidnapped him any hint of sadness. Anger, sure. Sadness? That was asking for a whole lot of trouble.

Rubbing the tears from his face he rolled over and went to sleep.

***

Yondu was sure tomorrow would be the right day. From the small amount of information he’d gathered about Terra and their traditions, all he had to do was put the stuff in Peter’s room and leave a note that said, “From Santa”. The tradition confused him, why the fuck would an old fat man take presents to random people.  

Not that he cared.

The ship was quiet when he gathered the clothes in a small bundle and made his way to the room he’d put Peter in. Slipping in quietly he saw the boy sprawled out on his bed, snoring lightly. Placing the bundle on a table across the room where he was sure Peter would see it when he woke. Turning to leave he looked at Peter sleeping soundly, and noticed the boy’s face was wet. Stepping closer and crouching down beside him he touched his face gently, wiping the tears from his face.  

Shaking his head gently Yondu stood up, ruffled Peter’s hair and walked to the door. Turning back once more he called out softly, “Merry Christmas boy.”

***

A loud bang woke Peter suddenly the next morning, and he jerked up right breathing hard. Looking around the room his eyes fell on the stack of clothes he could swear were not there the night before. Crawling out of bed towards the pile he saw something round sitting on top of a crinkled piece of paper. Picking up the note and what looked to be a stone from on top of it he read the note:

“To Peter, From Santa”  

Confused he looked at the stone ball and the pile of clothes, and back to the ball. Looking closer he could see that it was a mixture of green and blue with patches of white. It looked like earth. Holding it close he cried, thinking about his mom.

***

Hours later, new clothes on, though distinctly too big, he ran in to Yondu in the mess hall.

“What is it boy?” Yondu asked, mouth full of food.

Peter just stared at him until Yondu turned to face him.

“What?” He barked, with a scowl.

“Thank you,” Peter answered quietly, before turning tail and running back to his room.

Yondu sat there staring after the boy before shaking his head, and turning back to his meal.  

No one saw the small smile that softened his face for a split second. Though even if they did, they sure as hell knew better than to mention it.