After being bigmuffless for Some 8 years. ITS back. From the usofa dis time. Used to have a black russian sovtek muff. But she died on me and At the time i couldnt fix it so i threw it away
Shame on me but this Fresh one sounds all the same. Iirc
summary: You and Stiles ended things in complete disagreement, leaving your relationship ruined. After several years apart, the two of you finally come face to face in a moment you naively believed wouldn’t happen.
a/n: I got carried away but I don’t care!!!!! It’s 3 am and I have to be up at 8 so thanks for ruining my life!!!!!
“I can’t believe you, Stiles,” You spoke, shaking your head as you crossed your arms over your chest, “This is just… it?”
one of the space cats has kittens, yondu just sighs looking at this group of murderers and thieves cooing over little bundles of fur. (kraglin definitely has 3 kittens in his lap and is happily booping them on the nose)
OH MY GOSH I would absolutely draw this if I could draw well enough. Yes, absolutely, thank you, anon! =D
Peter had sworn up and down and left and right that those three pets were male cats, and despite paying the vet, Yondu never bothered to find out if that’s true or not. He kind of regrets that when the one cat he had always thought fat turns out to be not as male as Peter had believed, and there are suddenly six baby space-cats stumbling around, making weak, tiny noises and falling over their own paws.
Peter’s cry of surprise and awe is what had made Yondu come running (even if he would deny to his dying breath that it was because of worry, psssh) and he finds the Terran sitting on the ground, cheering over the exhausted feline and two kittens he has picked up with one hand each, carefully pressing them to his cheeks.
And if that’s not bad enough - in Yondu’s eyes - a few of the mighty, murderous, heartless Ravagers are sitting right next to the boy, cooing over the babies much like the child does. Tullk has one lifted up into his large hand, carefully petting it between it’s tiny ears with just one forefinger, smile soft and warm. Oblo is laughing at Kraglin, who has the other three in his lap, taking turns of petting each of them with a gleeful expression not unlike a certain lil’ Terran.
“Yondu, look!” Peter’s eyes are sparkling when he spots the stone-faced Captain, no care in the world, no thought given that Yondu could not approve. On the other hand, the Ravagers look up sharply, delighted smiles turning into a mixture of embarrassment and worry at the sight of their Captain.
“Quill,” Yondu starts, not sure if he wants to yell or laugh or just flat out whistle his arrow over, “What by the actual fucking stars…?!”
He doesn’t know where he wants to go with his sentence, or what order he should give the boy. Get rid of the fur-balls? To put them down at least and get back to being a thieving Ravager?
Peter doesn’t even give him the chance to think it through, instead jumps to his feet and darts over, pressing one of the kittens he was holding into Yondu’s hand, curling limb blue fingers around it. “This one’s yours! You can name it whatever you want!”
And then he’s gone again, darting over to Kraglin and Oblo to ask them if they had already come up with names for their kittens.
Yondu stays stockstill, glancing down at the living, breathing, tiny being Peter had just pushed onto him. It’s fur is sprinkled with glittering star-like spots like all the space-cats have, fur short, no more than fuzz really, and a dark-blue base color mixed with lighter blue spots that remind of the mist clouding over certain planets. The kitten breaths calmly and deeply, snuggling into Yondu’s warm palm, yawning as it goes.
And instead of yelling or getting rid of it immediately, Yondu catches himself actually wondering what he should call the little ball of fluff.