The Life Of A Ravager (Yondu Udonta x Reader)

My Family

Ahhh, the life of a Ravager, what a life that is.

Every day, at six a.m. sharp, we are woken up by our little scamp named Peter. He blasts his music over the speakers and we chase him down. He usually hides in the vents to escape our morning wrath. Then, on to breakfast, where we all scramble to get the best food on the ship; most of us opt for actual breakfast food, but others prefer to eat whatever meat there is on the ship with some beer. Then we have our lecture from the boss. Yondu Udonta. Oh, that man makes me quiver in my boots. He gives us a speech about 'getting out there' but he always ends with 'and if yer come back with nothin', don't expect to be welcome back on this here ship'.

I know it sounds harsh but he really doesn't mean it, well not that much. He makes the men who don't come back with anything sleep on the planet we are stationed on for the night. He lets them back on the ship once they have redeemed themselves, basically if you bring back something super valuable or a fuck tonne of units then you're welcome back aboard. Luckily for Peter, Kraglin, and I, we had never spent a day out in the cold.

Today, I was Peter's babysitter; him and Kraglin were to tag along with me to collect some money from a woman who owed us quite a bit after our last job. Peter was listening to his music and Kraglin was discussing weaponry with me; he wanted the Captain to give him a few extra units to buy a new weapon.

"What do yer think to grenades?" He asked, polishing his gun.

"Nah too noisy." I protested.

"Alrigh' then, hows about knives. Some really shiny ones?" He looked at me while he placed his gun back in its holster.

"Nah, too messy." I replied.

"Fine then Miss downer, what do you suggest?" He frowned.

I chuckled. "How about a gun?" He looked at me with surprise. "You're a good shot Krag, and I'd hate to see that talent go to waste on some knives or grenades." He put his polishing rag back in his utility belt. "A real nice gun would suit you, don't you think Peter?"

Peter only shrugged, offering nothing more as a response. Kraglin smirked.

This was the point where I would normally get in between them both to stop them from fighting. Boys, especially boys in their early twenties, would always pick on younger kids, and I would always be the one to stop them from going too far. However, I had woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning; Peter had walked in on me masturbating, and what's worse is that he heard me mutter a certain Captain's name under my breath, so I was in no mood to save the little shit, in fact he could use a little punishment.

Kraglin lunged forward, grabbing Peter's headphones and a surprised Peter jumped in his skin. Peter had let go of his Walkman in the process, which Kraglin had taken full advantage of, grabbing it and hovering it above his head as he placed the headphones on his head.

"Give it back Kraglin!" Peter whined. "It's mine!"

"Woah, we're half way there!" Kraglin began to sing. "WOAH, LIVIN' ON A PRAYER!"

I chuckled a little. These two idiots were like brothers to me, one a little older and one a little younger. I loved them like family too. The rest of the Ravagers were not as kind and helpful when I first joined them, but these two knew of the hardship I had endured to end up on the ship. The Captain understood to some degree too, but he always pushed me to be the best I could be. Kraglin and Peter were more like the morons that I could joke around with and they wouldn't give a shit, because they were just as childish.

"[Y/N], tell Kraglin to give it back!" Peter whined, tiny tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. "Please!"

"Well, I think a little punishment is in order, let Kraglin listen to one more song." I ordered.