A week full of Yondu

“Settlin’ in, boy?”

Jesper turns from his bunk at the gruff voice and stands up straight. “Captain!” He pounds his fist over his heart twice in salute. “Yes, sir, just finished unpacking, sir.”

Yondu chuckles and holds up a hand. “Easy, son. Don’t gotta be so formal.”

“Yes, sir.”

Yondu motions to his bunk. “Have a seat.”

Jesper slowly sits. “Have I done something wrong, sir?”

Martinex-

Looking Forward: He’s would love to have a wife. He’s a die hard romantic. He saw stakar and aleta happy together and wanted the same for him so bad. He would also love to adopt a son as well. Maybe be captain someday as well.

Looking Back: He misses the old crew. Everyone being a family and all. Sure they’re times when they all get together and drink for a night but it’s not the same as always being around one another. He especially misses that mother figure in his life.

Brahl-

Looking Forward: He would like to have a girl to call his for life. Visit every chance he gets. Something to hold onto.

Looking Back: He misses his mom and brother. He remembers the time helping his brother learn to walk or helping his mother with the laundry. Misses the the hot dry sun beating down on him on his home planet.

Oblo-

Looking Forward: He’s not really sure. He’s the kind of guy that’s care free. One day after another and only plans for the week ahead.

I was a little stumped on this, and then I thought…well, why not take it literally XD

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Martinex isn’t sure how it started. It was probably an accident, someone bumped a crewmate’s elbow and spilled their soup, or flicked food off their fork into someone’s face. Regardless of how it began, the fact is that there’s now a full-blown food fight – no, food war would be a better way to put it – involving a hundred Ravagers going on in the Mess.

Sorry this is a day late!

Here he was, one of the most feared Ravager Captains of all time, and he was dead and caught in the bowels of hell. He was beaten, bruised and bloody, but still he fought. He had to. The polluted skeletal hands and razor-sharp claws of the demons tore at his body, shredding what was left of his skin. But still he fought. Rivers of fire ran in every direction, and noxious clouds of sulfur belched from the volcanic landscape, but despite this, it was cold. His feet threatened to fuse to the ground, shards of red ice creeping over his toes and up his legs. But still he fought, still he ran, up the mountain. Horrible shapeshifting monsters with gnashing teeth and empty eyes tried to bar his way, but still he fought, calling his arrow like blood-dipped lightning upon his enemies. Where his arrow didn’t fly, he dislocated jaws and bones with his fists, ripped out throats with his teeth, whatever it took. There was a twinkle of light, of life, there at the top of the mountain, and he had to reach it no matter what. He got closer and closer, blood running down his face. He refused to give in, even though the cold dared him to just let go – it would be easier to do so. The farther up the mountain he climbed, the more the ice tried to overtake him, the harder the beasts and demons tried to hold him back. But he was so near! Not far now! Just a few more-

Martinex-

Fight: He will fight anyone that speaks poorly of Stakars name. A mutiny was almost started until martinex came and threatened everyone apart of it. He would die for his captain, his father.

Feast: He doesn’t eat. His body doesn’t need food like most species do.

Brahl-

Fight: He isn’t much of a fight, unless told to or provoked. He stands his ground until the first bunch is thrown, then it’s an all out brahl (pun intended).

Feast: His favorite meal was his mothers home cooked meat stew but he hasn’t had it in a very long time. His new favorite is this meat called Tinsa Luda. The animal is found on several planets but very difficult to catch since the animal blends in with any of it’s surroundings. It’s a meat that tastes juicy and fatty when cooked correctly. But it’s expensive and brahl has a special pile of units saved just for the dish. A small diner on contraxia serves it and every time brahl is on contraxia he slips away with his separate pile of units and heads straight to the diner.

Oblo-

Fight: He doesn’t fight unless necessary. He did win a fight once against retch once, which he is very proud of.

Chapter 1 (of 3):  Meet-(Not-So-)Cute

Chapter Summary: Thanos meets Death. Death doesn’t know what to think of him.

Fic Summary: Yes, Thanos wants to restore balance to the universe, but it didn’t hurt that Death was kind of cute, too.

This is entirely the fault of @burrowingdweller fantastic Thandu fanart. For @yonduweek Day 5 - Mythology

Fic Snip:

Death does not remember Yondu Udonta.

It has been over a millennium in the past or approximately fifty years in the future since he had been mortal, since he had felt the burning ice in his veins and suffered the quick asphyxiation of exposure to the void all for the sake of one flawed, perfect boy. The flow of time hadn’t been a river, but a spotlight running over the very fabric of spacetime, illuminating scenes that had already existed in every single configuration, the membrane between parallel possibilities tissue-thin yet impermeable to the beings that lived within them. When Yondu Udonta the mortal ceased to be, his tether to his native timeline had severed, and the Reaper he had became had simply come into being at an earlier instance, forced to serve his sentence in a past he did not recognize among people who were already dust by the time he drew his first breath.

Initially, he had thought it a blessing, a small kindness, to have not been forced to sever the cords of those he had felt a certain level of camaraderie in his mortal lifetime. He could serve out his sentence in purgatory before reuniting with loved ones in the hereafter (whatever that may entail).

But then he reaped his first soul.

The boy must not have been much older than Quill back when Yondu first picked him up, a child who had succumbed to a sudden illness common among younglings in this quadrant. Medicine had not yet caught up to childhood mortality rates, as evidenced by the birth and death dates inscribed in family ledgers.

Yondu had tilted his face upwards towards Fate, Provenance, whatever bureaucratic mix-up caused this mess. “Fuck no,” he yelled at the sky. “I ain’t doin’ no kids.”

The sky had been silent on his refusal, but the boy had not been.

He had whimpered in the way of a body used to chronic pain, but his distress grew every moment Yondu’s scythe remains idle. He curled in on himself, around his middle, his center of gravity, as his invisible cord pulls tight.

“Mister… what’s… it hurts,” he had panted, his astral skin growing pallid and weathered the longer it remained in the in-between, still connected to a mortal body that had already begun to decompose, however slightly. Yondu’s head snapped back to the ailing soul, still struggling to form words. “I want… I–”

He had exhaled out of habit. “Damn it.” Damn me.

His scythe arced towards the child, and when it’s over, he had thought he could feel a sliver of his humanity fade away along with him. If he still had a stomach, he would empty it over his new robes, but he didn’t. Instead, he had dry-heaved and thought of Ego’s children, the ones he didn’t save.

They say you never forget your first.

Yondu bundles his duster into a ball and tosses it onto his bed. Most of the crew is planetside; he’d be with them under most circumstances, but he’s tired from a string of harrowing missions and he wants a little piece and quiet without having to worry about Quill for two minutes.

He gazes around his cabin and sighs. What a flarkin’ mess. There’s holopads, clothes, Beastie cans, liquor bottles, food trays and various other objects scattered everywhere. His desk looks especially trashed.

Martinex-

Rising: Him leading his first mission as a first mate. It was then everyone knew why stakar appointed him to first mate, not because stakar favored him but because he had the skill.

Falling: When yondu was banished. It’s a falling for him because he lost a brother.

Brahl-

Rising: When brahl became lead stealth. The crew had celebrated a full cycle in his honor.

Falling: He almost didn’t gain his title for a stupid mistake. He was suppose to watch the door to the Iron Lotus but had fallen asleep and some guy almost assassinated yondu while in the middle of  the act. Yondu almost killed him for it and was subjected to cleaning duty for a very long time

Oblo-

Rising: Becoming co tech leader. He never thought he’d be such high ranking in his life, but that day was a glorious day to him. When he got his new pay for the first time he went out and bought himself a new pair of boots with fancy buckles.

Posting now because I’m busy all day tomorrow!

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“I need you with me, come on!”

“B-but I don’t-” Yondu stares from Martinex and down at the young Tullk in his arms. His narrow chest is rising and falling shallowly; his breaths rattle. The exposed portion of the boy’s neck against Yondu’s supporting hand is feels like he’d been sitting right up against the engines, though the skin itself is clammy.

“Please, Yondu! Stakar is at a council meeting with Charlie and I need someone I can trust!”

Yondu’s head snaps back up, looking into Martinex’s troubled, diamond-like eyes. “Okay. What do I gotta do?”

“Follow me.”

Martinex-

The Best: When Stakar and him are alone talking among themselves about their day or just chilling together in silence. Stakar will be enjoying a drink while he watches out the window looking at space and martinex will be reading.

The Worst: One of the worst moments for him was returning home and seeing everyone dead. He was away on Pluto moon alone doing research and when he went home his entire planet was murdered. He was very sad and scared. Finding out your the last of your kind isn’t fun to come to terms with.

Brahl-

The Best: Is when he’s alone thinking to himself. He has this little spot on the ship that’s hidden away from everyone else. It’s this random little spot between a storage room and the laundry room. You enter it by going through a hole in the storage room behind a big crate. This room for some reason has a window to it so he sits there, listening to the washing machine and letting his mind run while eating a snack.

The Worst: When his family threw him out. He had committed a serious theft crime and it was either death or leave the planet and never return. Saying good by to his younger brother was a very difficult thing for him to do.

Oblo-

The Best: When he’s around friends. He doesn’t like to be alone, it gives him anxiety. So when he’s around friends parting it’s the best feeling to him.

It hasn’t even been a year with Peter on board yet, but despite his small size and young age, the child gets into an awful lot of trouble on a Ravager ship. As a result, Yondu’s ears are tuned for the boy’s voice, whether he’s talking, shouting, crying or screaming.

So when a patrolling Yondu hears Peter shriek around the corner, he goes running.

He’s about to call his arrow out when he stops short. Through the doorway of one of the rec rooms, he sees Oblo and Kraglin are, with one of the anti-grav / heavy-grav mines set up on the floor. Peter is currently spinning high in the air, face red and grinning, hair sweaty.

“Ready?” Oblo asks with a laugh, one finger hovering over the heavy-grav button.

Peter nods. “Yeah!”

Headcanons

Martinex-

Hobbies: He enjoys a good book and probably a book on science too since this first mate was a scientist before becoming a ravager. So a book on a planets wildlife or rock formations is what you’ll find him sticking his nose into. He also fancies a good romance novel. He won’t admit it but he’s a sucker for romance.

Work: Well he’s the first mate of course. It took him a while to gain the title. Not only was stakar his mentor but also the previous first mate. The previous first mate was on his death bed and gave the title to martinex and stakar agreed to the dying mans wish (not that he wasn’t going to give martinex the title in the first place).

Brahl-

Hobbies: This man actually likes to carve things out of wood. This skill is a very traditional and highly praised skill of his people. His bunk mates get kind of annoyed with him since he leaves all the wood chips around his bed on the floor. He also has a tiny knack for grenades.

Work: Not only is he a bodyguard for yondu when he goes to certain places, but also a Stealth operative. This man knows how to scout a place without ever being seen. Get in and get out like a ghost. Due to his vast knowledge of thieving he leads groups when out on missions as well. He has a high ranking for someone so silent.

Oblo-

Hobbies: He has a thing for drawing. Although he’s not very good at it and most of his works are sketchy or abstract it calms him down. Many of the crew make fun of him but it doesn’t stop him.

A small part of this story at the end was inspired by @peregrineroad‘s short Yondu comic which you can find here. 

Stakar has given the crew a few day’s off after a string of successful missions, and Yondu looks a little lost at the concept. He’s been following his Captain around like a lost duckling, and it’s start to drive Stakar crazy. He turns to the Centaurian. “Maybe you should get a hobby, Yondu.”

“A - a what?”

“A hobby. You know, something you enjoy doing, something you do to relax in the time when you’re not working.”

Yondu cocks his head. Not working? He’s always working. Always doing chores, always on missions, always fighting, always training his mind and body. When he’s not working, he’s on break. “Something…like drinking?“

Stakar bursts out laughing and Yondu isn’t sure why. "Hahaha, no, not drinking. Drinking is not a hobby.”

It’s time for the third Yonduweek. This time it doesn’t bring the focus on Yondu alone, no, but also on the Ravagers! So it’s time for you to make art, fic, edits, videos, papercuts or whatever featuring your favourite Ravagers. Whether your piece is set in canon or in an AU is totally up to you.

Day 1,  June 10th: Hobbies | Work

Day 2, June 11th: The Best | The Worst

Day 3: June 12th: Rising | Falling

Day 4, June 13th: Family | Enemy

Day 5, June 14th: Mythology | Modern

Day 6, June 15th: Fight | Feast

Day 7, June 16th: Looking Forward | Looking Back

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