First off, let me tell you, your fan fiction literally made my entire night and I just have it tucked away on my computer to reread because it was written SO DAMN WELL and IN CHARACTER AND OH MAN. I LOVED IT SO MUCH. YONDU'S WORRY WAS SO GOOD! UGH. But if you're still wanting prompts. How about -- Peter and Yondu get into a massive fight and they say things they don't mean, and they have to deal with the messy emotions afterward; as well as the awkward attempts to fix it.
Hey-o! Got that second one coming right up! :P
He’s 16 when he tells Yondu that he hates him. Of course, he hasn’t ever exactly been ‘fond’ of the centurian, but he’d never said that he hated him outright until now.
The crew had just come back from an on-world raid, where Peter decided to disobey a direct order, and in doing so, botched the whole operation, but ended up saving Yondu’s life in the process. They got into a fight about it pretty badly when they docked for the night to check into a hotel.
“That was COMPLETELY unnecessary, Quill! You damned near got every one of us killed out there! The hell were you thinking, tryin'a cut the trip wire!?” Yondu cinched the ties around Peter’s bedroll a bit too tightly, absolutely fuming. By this point he was too angry to weave around the subject of their heist to any listening ears.
“I only tried to cut it because I KNEW you wouldn’t have made the jump! You would ended up pulling it yourself and getting hurt or worse if I hadn’t!” Peter raged in retaliation.
A few remaining crew members grabbing their supplies listened in on the fight for a moment, but then quickly moved on, lest they inquire the captain’s wrath. The only ones left in the docking hangar were Peter and Yondu.
“Boy, you need to learn to listen when you’re told not to do something that serious! Because out there, in the real world, there ain’t second tries, and when YOU screw somethin’ up, it’s YOUR FAULT.” Yondu threw Peter’s bedroll at him and stomped off towards the bunks of the ship.
“Where are you going??” He shouted in exasperation at the centurian. Their argument was far from over.
“I’M SLEEPIN’ ON MY SHIP! THAT WAY I DON’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU. GOD, I SHOULD HAVE JUST DONE WHAT I WAS HIRED TO DO WHEN YOU WERE A KID AND DUMPED YOUR ASS!”
It was completely in the heat of the moment, but even then, Yondu realized he shouldn’t have said that. He didn’t mean it. Quill was like a son to him. He’d saved him by keeping him, against orders. But he couldn’t turn around to face the young man. Not now.
He couldn’t see it, but he could just..feel Peter’s frustration.
“I..-” The boy huffed out. He sounded like he was crying. Or trying to hide it.
“I hate you.” And all it took were three words to wound Yondu as deeply as his words had struck the boy.
He didn’t turn around until he heard the teenager’s footfalls exit the craft.
All he could get out was a whisper.
“The hell have you done, Udonta..”
It was late in the night when Kraglin came back to the ship. Yondu had just finally drifted off when the man came strolling into his room, taking a seat in the chair in the room’s opposite corner.
“Why you here? You forget somethin’?
“Just checking on ya, Cap'n. Sounds like you and Pete got into it pretty bad earlier.”
Yondu sighed and nodded sullenly, sitting up in the bed. He winced when he moved his bruised shoulder the wrong way.
“Kid’s pretty upset. He cried until he passed out. Must’ve been serious.”
“Said some things I regret, Krag.”
Kraglin nodded, listening at his captain spoke.
“Things like that happen, Cap'n. We’ve all done it.”
Yondu struggled with his next words, reliving the moment they were said in painful detail.
“I was just..I was so damned angry..I just couldn’t look at ‘im. He-..He said he hated me.”
“I’m sure he didn’t mean it none. He seemed like he was feelin’ pretty bad about it.” Kraglin rose from his seat and started towards the door.
“Kraglin, you think I messed it up with the kid? I don’t..I’m not exactly…father figure material.”
Kraglin paused, unsure of how to reassure his captain for a moment. But then he smiled, and spoke one last time as he walked out the door.
“Just talk to him in the morning. It’ll work out.”
Alone again, and now fully awake, Yondu was left to ponder his thoughts once more. Maybe think of a good apology while he was at it.
He had the chance to make use of the apology he’d come up with at breakfast the next morning.
Peter sat by himself when they all went back to the ship to eat. He laid over the edge of the table, his bowl completely forgotten in front of him, even though it was full.
Yondu sat with some of his fellow Ravagers to eat, and then went and joined Quill after he’d cleared his dishes.
“What’s eatin’ ya, kid?” The Ravager king asked, his tone of voice gentle. Peter had been avoiding him all morning.
“Not the crew..yet.” The boy replied somberly, not even looking up.
“Hey, listen. I didn’t mean none of them things I said yesterday. I was angry, and scared..and stupid.”
Peter gave a short glance in Yondu’s direction.
“I was scared cuz I was afraid we were gonna get hurt when that charge went off from the trip wire. I was afraid you’d get yourself hurt. You were right there when it blew.”
Peter finally sat up and Yondu reached to put a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, boy.”
Peter sat silently a moment, taking a deep breath before he answered.
“I don’t..I didn’t mean..I don’t hate you. I’m sorry I said I did.”
“I know. I know. It’s ok, Quill.”